Thank you all for placing this little attempt at fiction on your favorite lists! And I apologize now for how short this one chapter is. It couldn't be helped as I wanted to avoid writing a chapter that dealt with more than one emotion at a time. please bare with me and if you have any suggestions or ideas for where you would like this to go feel free to drop it in a review or mail. I have most of it all planned out but have plenty of wiggle room left in there.
He was gone. Her eyes fell down to her hands. They were clean, though she couldn't remember washing them. Still she had that cold, sticky feeling between her fingers. She rubbed at them anyways. Then she started scraping them. Reopening the wounds she had received last night and creating new ones. As her own blood began welling out of the wounds she began to lose herself further. The pain bubbled back to the surface and the tears began to fall freely. Saltwater mixing with the blood in the wounds stung. She felt the pain but it was so little compared to the pain in her heart and soul that it held no importance to her.
"GOD DAMN YOU FOR TAKING HIM FROM ME!" she screamed at the blue walls, the house and the world. Her vision further blurred as she lost herself in waking grief for the first time. She heard the door open, felt the vibrations of padded feet against the floor, and braced herself as tender arms wrapped around her. She was lost within her own grief and was unable to differentiate between her own sobs and the sobs of the young woman whose arms encircled her.
After what seemed an eternity both women were able to pull themselves together enough to speak. "He's really gone, isnt he?" Molly asked. "Yes Molly he is." She replied. "What do we do now?" the young woman asked. God I wish I knew she thought, I never imagined a time when he wouldn't be there. She had always seen him as a constant, a force for good that was unshakable. He had already survived so many things she had long lost the real belief that something could take him. It wasn't right, it was an imbalance that demanded correction.
Then Karrin felt it well up. She remembered this feeling, it had been years since she had embraced it though. Not since she lost her command and her lieutenant's badge had she felt this convicted about something. There had always been the doubt of failing since those days. But not at this. NO this time she would succeed. "We find the bastards. We find him, her, them. We find them and avenge Harry. And God save anyone who gets in our way." she raised her head to look the female wizard in the eyes, "Are you in?"
Next UP! The women prepare for war.