Title: The Memorial
Author name: Rachel-Louise
DISCLAIMER: None of the Harry Potter Universe is mine. Shame!
The Memorial
The rain hits me like of bullets of ice as it falls from the sky. The wind howls around the trees chilling my blood and freezing my bones. The darkness of the midday sky swirls around us, embracing everybody its long dark fingers can reach…
The weather today echoes the feelings in everyone's heart. The speakers voice is blown away into the wind; I don't think anyone is truly listening to the short, bald man anyway. All the solemn looking men, women and children stare at the stone monument in front of the mass of seats. The names carved into the shrine – hundreds of names – chilled all those who look upon them. Everybody looked upon the names of the hundreds of people lost: people they loved – people they missed – people they forgot – people they wished they could forget.
Since the ceremony began I counted 56 names of people I knew. Many of them were formed students; the others were mostly members of the Order. Then I saw it. The name I had been looking for. It lies between Kingsley Shacklebolt and Rachel Tawkord. The engraved gold words glare at me, mock me. Seeing these words, I finally cry. I haven't cried for almost thirty years – not since my mother died at my father's hand. The tears flow slowly down, over my prominent cheekbones, down my chin and finally mingle with the rain, which had soaked through my outer cloak. Everyone here is crying for someone. For a child, for a husband, for mother, for a wife. I cry for my wife. My beloved wife and unborn child. They were my light, my life and now they is gone and I am in the dark. Alone. I will never see my loves smile again; I will never even see my unborn child; I don't think I will ever smile again.
The hordes of people wander away from large grey stone, a memorial to those we lost. I sit and stare at the name. The twenty small, indented gold letters glare at me. I hate each one of them. Each one represents the two stars I have lost. What I can't have. Those I cannot reach. I stand up and wonder away. I wish I could hide, escape. I wonder aimlessly, unaware of my surroundings.
I find myself in the one place I wish to never to see again. This is there grave. Not a mass place of mourning and loss. This is my place, my home, where my family are. I always said to her my home was where ever she was. She is here. They are here. I can feel them. I no longer feel alone. Slowly I slouch down to sit by the grave. After a while I lay down beside my beloved. All thoughts of dignity and decorum escape me. I just want to be with her. Near her. Part of her again. I feel sleep calling me. I fall asleep with her again. The rain is freezing my blood but I don't care I am with her. I am near her. I am part of her once more.
The next morning Severus Snape was found by the grave of Hermione Granger Snape. He died of hypothermia during the night. The strange thing was, he died with a smile on his face. He seemed so…content.
I wrote this short piece several years ago during history class (I know weird place to write fanfiction!) I have updated and edited it since and I have only now decided to post it. I would love to know what people think about this story. I know it is rather sad and weepy, but if any one has constructive comments please review
RL
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