Elizabeth Ann Riddlie
Death is Perfectly Lively
"Good day! I am Elizabeth Ann Riddlie the author of this story," said a woman with long blond hair and glowing green eyes wearing a black dress and knee high boots appeared out of the darkness. " This story is inspired by the Corpse Bride, but does not have the same plot. I am very pleased that you choose this a story because I never stop until I am done."
Elizabeth smiled softly as she walked farther out of the darkness. Slowly the darkness dissolved away to be replaced by a foggy graveyard with the moon shinning above with a haunting taint. She crossed the graveyard and up a beautiful green grassy hill and stopped at the top of the hill.
"Here, we are," said Elizabeth sweetly as she dropped to her knees on front of the grave stone with vines and dirt covering it. "This is the grave of are dear savior Harry James Potter."
She uncovers the vines and dirt off the grave to reveal Harry Potter's name carved into the gravestone. "This is where we separate until later," She stands up and weaves her hands together and closes her eyes." But for now until thy end my friend T-bone shall be with you and tell the tale."
A skeleton with white polished bones appeared out of the fog wearing a black top hat. Elizabeth slowly walked though the fog and out of the graveyard and sight.
"This Tale is about a friendship, an understanding, and a murder that was never suppose to happen. It all starts at hog warts in the courtyard on March 4th, Harry's 7th year……………..
Hogwarts stood tall and alive with lights shimmering in the windows with every stone reflect the moonlight. The towers seemed to reach out and touch the night sky. Two figures stood outside hog warts in the courtyard arguing and yelling at each other with a raging fire. One figure was boys with raven black hair and emerald green eyes that blazed like fire of anger, determination, and power, but deep within his dark pupils shone with despair, lose, and fear. The other figure was a dark, tall man with greasy black hair, pale skin, and eerie black onyx eyes that seemed to be pit less and emotionless face, but at the moment it was filled with rage.
"Potter, you can't go you're not ready!" Yelled the dark, tall man, who was known as Severus snape or as the students call him Professor Snape.
"I've trained for 3 long years straight without a break and studied harder than any one could! I know I can do it! Besides want do you care if I die! It won't hurt you and your spying! You'll still have a choice between light and dark, so no one can touch you!" shouted the boy, who was known as Harry Potter, golden boy, the-Boy-Who-Lived, etc. "But this is want I am going to do weather you like it or not!"
"Fine! Go get yourself killed! Go waste all are hard work and training, we did for you! See if I care!" Snape yelled back in rage turning a little red in the face as he clutched his fists and shook with fury.
"Good! Because I am not going to waste my time here doing nothing!" shouted Harry angrily as he turned to leave.
"Fine!" Yelled Snape as he turned his back on Harry.
"Fine." said Harry in a low voice as he disappeared into the night. Snape turned around to see Harry was gone and started to curse under his breath as he climbed the steps back up into Hogwart that seemed to be giving off an eerie glow of knowing and sadness.
"They waited for Harry's return, but he did not return. After 3 days, they got so worried they began to search for him. They work night and day with out rest, but didn't found anything until a month later." said T-bone as the scene changed. He pulls out a newspaper and opens it. The newspaper had black print and photos that moved. On the front cover it read:
The Chosen One has Fallen!
Earlier today, Harry Potters body was found in a graveyard in front of Tim Riddle's gravestone. He seemed to be beaten, struggled, cursed, broken, cut, and stabbed. He was declared died at the scene and labeled murdered.
When news got out today a man was seen yelling, "Doomed! We're all doomed! We're all going to die! Doomed!" without Harry Potter hope seems to be lost in the wizarding world.
We spoke to Dumbledore, he said that "There is little chance now to win and it may be the end!" He also seemed deeply sad and tired and old, now.
Tomorrow at 11:00 am at Gordic Hollow Graveyard will be Harry Potter's funeral to say goodbyes to him and are hope. It will be open to everyone, too!
The paper busted into flames and slowly turned into ash inch by inch. The scene changes into a graveyard and on the top of a hill stood several figures wiping as rain silently wiped for there lose. One figure was the dark, tall man, Severus Snape, who stood emotionless over the freshly dug grave. Another was a girl about 16 with long, strawberry red hair and chocolate brown eyes filled tears. Another figure was a man with wolf like features, brown and gray streaked hear, tired amber eyes, and sickly pale skin. Another was a girl with long brown, curly hair and brown eyes filled with tears of grief. On the other side of her was a boy with red hair and sea blue eyes with his arms around her and his head bowed in shame and grief. All of these people had one thing in common their love for Harry known or not.
They stood listening to the speech about Harry's life and achievements. Soon, the crowd that surrounded them left them standing before the grave to grieve.
"I am going to miss him." said the sickly man; know as Remus Lupin as he swiped at the tears from his eyes.
"We're all going to miss him, Lupin." said the red headed boy, known as Ron Weasley Harry's best friend, as he hugged the brown haired girl, known as Hermione Granger, as she sobbed into his chest.
Soon, Harry's friends left in grief and misery. Ron and Hermione left first with Hermione sobbing uncontrollable and Ron trying to comfort her. Ginny fell to her knees and cried over Harry's grave. Remus slowly brought her back to her feet and walked away.
Leaving Snape alone at Harry's grave in the rain. The rain dropped off the tips of his jet-black hair. His onyx eyes filled with grief, pain, self-anger, and gilt. Grief for the loss of his favorite archenemy. Pain of gilt and grief of lose of something more important. Self-anger for letting Harry get the better of him, his temper, emotions, and tongue get away. Gilt of knowing he could have stopped Harry, saved Harry from this fate, and of not saying the things he should have told him.
"I am so sorry, Harry!" whispered Snape, his voice filled with uncontrollable emotion. He swallowed and took control of his emotion. " I didn't want you to die!"
Soon the clouds cleared to show a beautiful night sky. Before he left, he dropped an object on to Harry's grave and ran down the hill and into the shadows of night in sorrow. The object seemed to be a white rose, which led on the fresh grave in the shadow of the gravestone.
The picture seemed to tell the whole story all on its own. A white rose alone on a freshly dug grave and a gravestone with a name carved on it with a shadow that stretch down to the bottom of the hill and the moon high in the night sky as it's beams of heavenly blessed light reach out to the grave. Yet, through the seasons the scene will change, but the shadow, moon's light, and the white rose shill stay until the time comes that won't happen for years.
A/n: A big thanks to Mizz Moony Luver!