"Miss Granger..."
She stared, appalled, at the document before her. Could it be, that they'd killed this many people already? How could they have caused so much destruction...? Wasn't their intention to perpetuate LIFE, instead of supporting death? This seemed like such hypocrisy, such a blatant contradiction to the life that she'd chosen, to the thing that she'd worked so hard for so many years to achieve. She'd never in a million years mulled over the image her former classmates' names on a piece of parchment documenting their deaths, and yet here they were, plain as day. Death-Eaters... It was really only a title... They were still people. Barely in their twenties... Some of them younger than that, barely out of school... Not out of school at all...
"Miss Granger..?"
She ran her finger down the list, counting the names of her "enemies". Why did they have to be her enemies? They'd made some bad choices, chosen a path that she wouldn't have chosen herself, but nevertheless they had had lives, families, thoughts and feelings... They had been on this earth just as she had, and had been persecuted and put to death for their beliefs. Yes, they had helped to kill just as many of her co-workers and allies, but her people were supposed to be the best of the two, weren't they? She wanted to cry at the knowledge that she'd never again see these people's faces again. They weren't even considered good enough for proper burials, their bodies set fire to where they lie, their ashes scattered to the wind at various battlefields. She wondered how they would have dealt with her body if they had killed her... They likely wouldn't have given it a second thought...
"Miss Granger."
Blaise Zabini
Pansy Parkinson
Draco Malfoy
Poor, misguided Vincent Crabbe...
Dead alongside her darling Ginny, sharing a grave with her sweet Seamus...
"Miss Granger!"
She snapped from her tearful reverie, staring, wide-eyed, into the grave face of Dumbledore himself as he made to tug the document away from her.
"Yes, Professor?"
"I must tell you, Miss Granger... We've lost. Mr. Potter fell this afternoon to a group of death-eaters outside his aunt's home in Little Whinging. All that we've worked for is gone."
As she took in this condemning statement, allowed herself to understand that their cause was truly lost, she wondered if any of her former classmates had ever thought to consider her fate.
She stared, appalled, at the document before her. Could it be, that they'd killed this many people already? How could they have caused so much destruction...? Wasn't their intention to perpetuate LIFE, instead of supporting death? This seemed like such hypocrisy, such a blatant contradiction to the life that she'd chosen, to the thing that she'd worked so hard for so many years to achieve. She'd never in a million years mulled over the image her former classmates' names on a piece of parchment documenting their deaths, and yet here they were, plain as day. Death-Eaters... It was really only a title... They were still people. Barely in their twenties... Some of them younger than that, barely out of school... Not out of school at all...
"Miss Granger..?"
She ran her finger down the list, counting the names of her "enemies". Why did they have to be her enemies? They'd made some bad choices, chosen a path that she wouldn't have chosen herself, but nevertheless they had had lives, families, thoughts and feelings... They had been on this earth just as she had, and had been persecuted and put to death for their beliefs. Yes, they had helped to kill just as many of her co-workers and allies, but her people were supposed to be the best of the two, weren't they? She wanted to cry at the knowledge that she'd never again see these people's faces again. They weren't even considered good enough for proper burials, their bodies set fire to where they lie, their ashes scattered to the wind at various battlefields. She wondered how they would have dealt with her body if they had killed her... They likely wouldn't have given it a second thought...
"Miss Granger."
Blaise Zabini
Pansy Parkinson
Draco Malfoy
Poor, misguided Vincent Crabbe...
Dead alongside her darling Ginny, sharing a grave with her sweet Seamus...
"Miss Granger!"
She snapped from her tearful reverie, staring, wide-eyed, into the grave face of Dumbledore himself as he made to tug the document away from her.
"Yes, Professor?"
"I must tell you, Miss Granger... We've lost. Mr. Potter fell this afternoon to a group of death-eaters outside his aunt's home in Little Whinging. All that we've worked for is gone."
As she took in this condemning statement, allowed herself to understand that their cause was truly lost, she wondered if any of her former classmates had ever thought to consider her fate.