Obituary
Summary: The Dark Lord is defeated…but not everyone survived the battle…
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: To be decided
Warnings: Major character death, probably bad language
Disclaimer: I own nada
Author's Notes: After this chapter, I'll do the reactions of various characters to the deaths. Want to see a particular person? Ask and you shall receive…
Chapter 7 – Ginny
People expect me to be upset that Harry's dead…and I am. But mainly I'm monumentally pissed off at him.
I mean don't get me wrong, I cry constantly and the thought of going out with anyone else sickens me. The thing is, though, that I keep remembering how he left me after Dumbledore's funeral because of how dangerous it was for us to be together. And I gave in like the idiot I am…if we hadn't split up we could have had a whole year together – I suppose if we'd really thought it through we would have decided to try and have some happiness while we still had the chance.
After all, that's what Bill and Fleur did. That's what Tonks and Lupin did. That's what Hermione and Malfoy did. So why the hell didn't we learn from the example of damn near everyone around us and made the most of the time we had? Just because we weren't together at the time wouldn't make it any easier for the survivor – in fact it made it worse!
Of course it's easy to see your mistakes after you're made them.
So here I am – alone. The worst thing about all this is that there's no-one to comfort me. Mum's an emotional wreck and Dad isn't much better. Bill's dead, Charlie's still in St Mungo's, Percy isn't talking to us. Fred is dead and George is as good as. And it doesn't seem fair to seek consolation from Ron, since he was closer to Harry than I ever was. So anyway, that's it for immediate family. Fleur? Dead loss – she's still grieving for Bill. Luna? Dead. Hermione? Malfoy…why she wanted anything to do with the slimy little rodent is beyond me, but that isn't really the point at hand. The point is that everyone's got enough to deal with without me inflicting my problems on them.
Family falling apart, boyfriend dead, and all my friends either dead as well or up to here in problems of their own
Looks like I'll have to deal with this on my own. But I can, I know I can. I'm not just going to fall apart – I'm stronger than that, I have to be. Perhaps…perhaps the best thing to do would be to comfort everyone else. Then when I finally fall apart they'll be together enough to help me when I really need it.
I can keep it together for a little bit longer.
Next chapter: Petunia Dursley
