Grace- a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. And graceful she was. Her silky blonde hair captivated nearly the entire male population of Hogwarts. Yes, Grace may have been lusted, but she was also hated. Who could hate such a beautiful being, you might ask? The one and only, Pansy Parkinson.
Pansy was a spoiled little thing from the moment she was born. Anything she desired, she received- whether through tantrums or shocking manipulations. But she couldn't ask for beauty.
No, Pansy Parkinson wasn't remotely pretty. Or maybe she was, but her disgusting personality covered it all up. It was all wrong- her brown hair too flat, her lips too thin, her nostrils too wide. She had always relied on her pure blood or social status to get her ahead, though she was rather intelligent for a Slytherin. And if she wanted Draco Malfoy, she would get him one way or the other.
It was sixth year, and Draco had sworn himself to the dark lord. In Pansy's eyes, he was so much more serious and mature than the other clueless Hogwarts boys. However, like everyone else, he fawned over Grace. Day by day, she was forced to endure Draco chasing Grace like a lovesick puppy. And why wouldn't he? Grace was perfect; a pureblooded Slytherin, but somehow impossibly gentle and kind. She had clear green eyes- unlike the muddy ones Pansy possessed- and the softest hair you've ever laid eyes on. Pansy and her friends would constantly trash talk her, claiming she was actually part veela, to heal their torn and tattered egos.
Pansy constantly attempted to make advances at Draco, but it was nearly impossible. Both had dominating personalities and they couldn't stand not being in control of each other. Draco preferred the easily attainable girls, the ones who didn't have a mind of their own and complied with whatever he asked of htem. But Pansy would never just give in to him, she would give him hell. He liked that… as a friend. But he didn't seem to think she'd make a good lover.
"Pansy," She muttered in her dormitory, trying to find a blouse that might distract people from her pug-resembling face. "Who'd want to date a girl named Pansy?".
The worst part was, Grace was nice. Pansy might have been able to deal with mere attractiveness, but not kindness. It just made it so difficult to hate her. She just ended up despising herself for hating her, and then despising herself for not being able to hate her.
Pansy made a conscious effort to exclude Grace from the female Slytherin crowd, and often succeeded. However, some girls seemed to think that if they stayed in her company long enough, some of her charm would rub off on them. This resulted in group of around three fan girls constantly swarming "her royal highness". In response, Pansy made it a point to refer to them as the Pathetics.
The girls were one thing, but the boys? Like lovesick puppies, they adored her. And Draco… handsome Draco, succumbing to her! Pansy couldn't get over it.
Grace had no idea all this was going on. Soaked in her own vanity, she didn't realize the danger of threatening the popularity of Pansy Parkinson. But a year later, she paid for her beauty.
"Hey, Pansy!" Grace greeted her classmate, perky as ever. Pansy was shaking.
After the Malfoy's loss of power and status, Pansy was rumored to have been a bit off. Naturally, she blamed Grace- she blamed Grace for everything nowadays.
Pansy had somehow convinced herself that if she were to rid of Grace, everything would be fine. Potter would be found. Draco's family would be redeemed. Draco would love her.
"Wha…What are you doing?" Grace asked as Pansy raised her wand. "Pansy?" She asked, hysteric.
"Avada kedavra" Pansy murmured heartlessly, releasing a flash of green. It was fitting, the green flash. Green, the color of jealousy which filled every last fiber of her being. And then, the beautiful body, the one she longed to be, slumped forward. Later that day, a mess of blonde hair was found in the Slytherin dormitories, with no trace to the cold blooded killer.
And what, may I remind, caused this unjustified murder? Voldemort's manipulations. A teenage love triangle would never have gone so far, and ended so tragically, if not for his pushing Pansy over her mental limits. And the irony- oh, the bitter irony. Even after her competition was eliminated, Draco never did choose Pansy. No, years later, Draco married a girl named Astoria. Pansy escaped Wizarding England, never to be seen or heard of again. And absolutely no one ever paused to consider the murder of the beautiful Grace Gorguson.
Few tears were shed for Primrose, the lovely fourth year who had died in the Battle of Hogwarts. Few tears were shed, because her body was never found.
Primrose was deemed missing after the Battle of Hogwarts. No one bothered to look for yet another unimportant Hufflepuff.
No one would recall how her mundane brown hair turned golden when struck with sunlight, or how her laugh sounded like the soft jingle of musical bells. No one remembered how she would manage to make any homesick first year feel at home with her comforting words and her warm hugs.
Never again will she sit on the astronomy tower, playing love songs on muggle instruments. Never again will she jokingly duel with her best friend, or start telling a joke and forget the punch line halfway but laugh anyway. Never again will she attempt at writing lyrics in her dormitory for hours, and end up oversleeping nd being late to Potions. Never again would anyone witness her take care of a sick student, ever so maternally.
She will never become a Healer. She will never save a life. She will never mature, never marry, never have kids.
When we mourn the missing, we claim to miss who they were. But truly, what we miss is who they'll never get to be. And that, is the real loss that comes with losing a life.
Primrose was never a main character, she was merely one of the fifty others. But for some lonely first year, or some injured student, she was everything. Her body will never be found, but her acts of kindness will never be forgotten.
A/N: This was kind of short. I had these two seperate stories in my head, and I figured I'd slam them together in one chapter. Thank you so much for reviewing. Tell me if you like these new ones, or whether you liked the extreme detail of Skye and Matthew. Also, for those who noticed- yes, Skye and Matthew was very similar to Snape and Lily. I didnt mean for it to come out like that... Funny story, it actually came to me in a dream :) Anyways, review time!