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Also.. this is my story so I can make someone die if I want too.. please no flames from veering from canon
THE DAY YOU WENT AWAY
The idea for this just popped into my head and I had to share it. Hope you like it and let me know if I make you laugh, cry or want to throw things. Warning Tragedy, Character Death and In this One; a Suicide Reference.
Here is the very similar stories of three sets of twins. And how what happened during those terrible war time affected the rest of their lives.
These two are from the Battle of Hogwarts. Two terrible losses, two more sets of twins torn apart.
CHAPTER 2
PADMA AND PARVATI PATIL.
Padma's P.O.V.
Ever since the Sorting Hat put me in Ravenclaw and my sister was sent to Gryffindor I felt us pulling apart. We were still close, don't get me wrong. I love my sister, she is the other half of me after all Literally. We were conjoined at birth, connected along one side but fully formed otherwise. It was an easy operation to separate us but we still liked to be close all the same. These days Parvati likes to gossip about clothes and boys. She giggles and is silly, fusses with her hair and make up and generally annoys me. I like a good book and a quiet place to read, or a difficult problem to solve. My friends and I do giggle, and talk about boys but we also have in-depth conversations about books we'd read, Arithmancy and politics. Separate houses gave us our individuality.. we'd still sneak off to the kitchens regularly for hot chocolate and catching up most nights though.
So when the Fight for Hogwarts got serious, and we ventured out of the Room of Requirement to stand off against the Death Eaters, I sought my twin. Looking into her face was like looking at my own reflection.. sort of. Parvati did fancy things with her hair and wore lip gloss. Her eyes are full of laughter and mischief, mine are more serious. Plus of course, the house colors that adorned our uniforms and the fancy do-dads my sister loved to wear in her hair. Grabbing her hand I held it tightly. We made our way to a niche in the wall and hugged silently. I looked into her eyes and we whispered to each other. "Till we meet again." One last hug and we were rejoining the students headed for the great hall.
Later that Night, The Second Wave.
They came too late, the reinforcements. Just as I saw the horde of parents and relatives, shop keepers and the like pouring down the hill, as hippogriffs and thestrals took to the sky, diving onto the Death Eaters with relish, owls swooping and clawing at hoods, elves slashing and stabbing I looked across the Great Hall. I met Parvati's eyes, just for a second. Just a glance really.. but I felt her, like a little mental hug then her eyes got huge and scared and she was looking not at me, but something behind me.
I didn't even get a chance to turn, to shield, to do anything. One minute I was starring at my sister then I felt it... incredible pain. I looked down and saw great splits in my robes, brilliant red blood soaking my front instantly. My world went dim and the shadow that was my sister running towards me blinked out.
Parvati's P.O.V
They say grief lessens, as time passes. Whoever said that did not loose their used-to-be con-joined twin. They aren't trapped here without a piece of their soul. What I feel, my loss, it is so absolute, so totally all consuming. I go through it in my head, over and over. It's on an endless cycle. I see Padma across the Great Hall, disheveled, a bit bloody but oh so alive. Her hair was still sort of in it's braid but like mine it was coming apart. I smiled at her as our eyes met and I felt our familiar bond. Then I saw the hulking figure rise unsteadily to his feet behind her as she looked at me, completely unaware of the danger. I froze, I couldn't scream, couldn't cry out, just stare in horror as his lips moved, his wand slashed, zigzag, through the air and the spell hit her dead center in the back. Her robes blossomed with blood, great rents appearing in them.. Her look of confusion then pain frozen on her face as she slowly crumpled to the floor. Blood pooled out beneath her and my world stopped spinning. Suddenly I was very alone.. and rage filled me.. like nothing I had ever felt before. Everything around me went red, my vision narrowed and all I could see was the swaying Death eater who'd just cut down my twin.
Hours later I was sitting in the infirmary. I felt numb. Madam Pomfrey had forced a calming drought into me and I was sitting on a chair, staring at the wall. Everything was a buzz around me, but in my head I was screaming still. I vaguely remember that I lost it, seeing Padma struck down, right there in front of me, then I remember the rage... . I went crazy, right then and there. I was jinxing and hexing my way through Death Eaters and allies alike towards the Bastard who'd killed my sister. He was swaying on the spot but LAUGHING at me as I fought to get to him. Thank goodness I was only jinxing the guys on our side out of my way. Nothing nasty, just Snape's beloved stinging charm. (The man was incredibly accurate with it and could hit a gossiping student or slacker from the other side of the classroom.) I reached HIM in seconds and he had the utter gall to laugh right in my face."Come to avenge her have you? Your unnatural twin, your sister?" he mocked,while panting and holding one side with his none wand hand. I trembled with rage.. I could feel the magic roiling about me and my hair went nuts, as if in a freak wind storm. Medusa eat your heart out! "Your both abominations of nature, unnatural things not fit to wield magic. Your ancestors should have remained wherever it was that they came from, not here, dirtying our pure blood lines with your filthy foreign magics. Time for you to be reunited with your filthy sister!" the Death Eater mocked.. pointing his wand at me arrogantly. I snarled... unable to listen to another word from this psycho.
"Her Name Was Padma You Son Of A Bitch!" I shrieked.
Then I unleashed every nasty jinx, every hex and curse Harry had ever taught us. I hit him with every one of the spells I'd learned, studying with Padma and the others while we were trapped in the Room. Which were a lot.. there is only one way to keep bored Ravenclaw's sane.. give them a study project and a lot of books, which the room more then provided. Ours took too researching defensive and offensive spells like addicts to chocolate. Needless to say, with Neville in charge, we learned a LOT of spells. Nev' seemed to channel both Olive Wood and Harry at their most manic. When I was drained and breathless he was nothing more then a blob upon the floor, a boneless, squelching mess. Oddly.. no one tried to stop me. Turning I ran away, up to the top of the Astronomy Tower, to a little vestibule where Parvati and I used to go to just be together. I had to get away. The rest is a blur.
It was Neville who retrieved me, said Harry had know where I was. I didn't think anything of it. It barely registered to me that Harry was still, somehow alive when my Padma definitely wasn't. She'd have been happy with that, with winning after all. I didn't really do anything for hours. Just sat in the infirmary and stared. Mum and Dad came. We hugged and cried. They wanted to bring me home, but I insisted on staying to help the clean up. I just couldn't leave here, not if Padma's soul lingered. A secret hope I shared with no one.
I volunteered to be one of the team who'd be carefully checking the castle for damage and hidden bodies, along with about seven or eight other students, we paired off, I got Hermione. She'd been banned from heavy repairs and magic use as her core was still badly depleted from run ins with several death eaters and their ilk during the battle. I was pretty much in the same shape having unloaded most of my reserves into Padma's killer. The fight against Bellatrix too had left her very tired and shaken. She was armed with an incredible map Harry had loaned her, it showed everything and everyone, living or dead in the castle. Once I knew what it did I stared at it, hopefully. Hermione understood and really, she was very kind, very gently, "I'm so sorry. Harry already looked, the map does show the ghosts and we do have two new ones, but neither of them is Padma." I looked away, not ready to accept it. Padma wouldn't have ever left me. It still wasn't real.
For a while I searched Hogwarts for my sister's shade. I prayed I would find her, still lurking the hallways, unable to move on without me. I never really believed it though, Padma never was one to shrink from a challenge. She was super smart too, so would have been eager for new things to learn. Friends at the school offered me very little comfort, and finally Professor McGonagall took me to see the portrait of Professor Dumbledore. To my surprise Harry Potter was in the Headmasters office, waiting. Harry told me how very sorry he was about Padma, and he said he thought he could understand, if anyone could how sad I was, then said he knew someone even better to help me. Someone who I could really help too. George Weasley. He, like me, had lost his identical twin, lost his other half, and was adrift like me, a boat without it's mooring. I nodded.. I had spent my first night without Padma with George. I had seen him in the great hall and we'd spent that first awful night silently, loudly grieving together in the the R.O.R. Nothing else happened, it was just good to hold, and be held by someone who felt EXACTLY how I felt. Someone who knew why I wanted to lash out, to scream and throw a tantrum. It was just NOT FAIR! I told him I would seek out George again, and Harry seemed happy with that. Always worrying about everyone else, that was Harry. His eyes though, they were the most haunted of us all, and he carried such a weight of guilt no one could convince him to give up.
He told me about the 'not platform 9 & ¾' he'd gone to, when he'd died oh so briefly. It was the great relief I'd ever felt, knowing that somewhere, on the other side, my sister would be waiting. I left alone and walked for a while feeling a lot more at peace. I finally sought out George, finding him huddled in one of Hogwarts many 'lovers nooks'. (Cozy hidden spots where two could cuddle away from prying eyes, share secrets, or just converse in private.) This one was a window seat, overlooking the Black lake and hidden by a rather pretty tapestry that depicted children playing, dancing and picking wild flowers in a big open sunny meadow alive with color. He sat with arms wrapped about his legs, just staring at the lake. I knew that look. I crawled up onto the seat in front of him and took his hand in mine. We just looked at each other, for a long moment before embracing and sobbing against the only other person who knew right then and there how damned bad we felt. Somehow we ended up falling asleep, me resting my head on George's shoulder, his arms locked around me and both of us curled in the fetal position. When we woke we were shocked we'd slept so long, each others presence meant no nightmares and someone had checked on us, we'd been covered over with a blanket and a warming charm. When Hermione had winked at me at breakfast and Harry had shot me a rare smile.. I knew who it was, and they'd never tell.
I wish I could say George and I had a glorious future together, full of babies, maybe twins of our own.. but it wasn't to be. In just a few short weeks the castle was almost back to par, and several of us were carefully organizing potions and assorted stores. Professor Slughorn was not as meticulous nor as watchful as Professor Snape and I easily slipped a tiny vial of poison into my pocket. Word had come from St Mungos. Lavender Brown, my other best friend and closest confidant, had succumbed to the injures from Greyback and died. My parents again begged me to go home but I would not. Their attention was generally focused on their jobs and on my much older brother and his family. Parvati and I had been 'later in life' babies. With our scary co-joined birth, the risky medical procedures to separate us and all the magical skin grafts, we'd exhausted them early on. Mother barely took a year off after our birth father barely a month. Most of our after surgery care was done by our ever present nannies. We were loved, terribly spoiled by all and sundry but we were raised by nannies and fitted in around long established routines. We'd had each other and I couldn't bear the idea of hours alone in our old bedroom without her. I'd go nuts.
I've written everyone who deserved one, special letters, and even wrote a will. Padma would be proud of how organized I am. Guess I will know soon, I hope she won't be mad at me, I just can not live without her and Lavender. I hope she'll be there, waiting for me too.
I'm going to drink this now, and then I'll be with my Padma again.
THE DAILY PROPHET EXERT.
A month after the Final Battle post graduate NEWT student and member of Gryffindor House, Parvati Patil has been found, dead in her twin sister's bed in Ravenclaw's Tower. Her twin sister, Padma Patil, 17, of Ravenclaw House was cut down during the Final Battle by an unidentifiable Death Eater with the now highly illegal spell 'Sectumsempra'. Shortly there after Her best friend, Lavender Brown, recently died in St Mungos after a long battle against severe injuries at the hands of Greyback. It is believed that Parvati could not bear life without her twin and best friend and chose to join them in death. Our condolences to the Patil and Brown Families for their losses. Parvati will be buried in the same plot as her twin Padma, and by special request Lavender Brown is to be laid to rest beside them. Their names will magically added to the list upon the Hogwarts War Memorial. This Reporter is deeply saddened by such a tragic loss. The cost of the last Wizards War was far too high.
Rita Skeeter