The Sound of Silence
The sound of silence. Ringing. Echoing. The sound of nothing. How well I know that sound. The way it screams and wails and moans. The utter emptiness of it. This silence is my life. The only sound I hear. At times the sound is so loud I can almost hear the screaming. The crunching of falling stone. The sound of hundreds of thousands of people being crushed beneath a hundred stones.
Why is it that none else seems to hear it? Why am I the only one? They don't tell me if they do hear it or not. They don't even speak to me. They move their lips and yet I hear no sound. I just don't know anymore...
I know my name and my face in the mirror. but that's about it. That is all I can remember. Almost. These wall are like the strict white walls of the hospital at school. But I know I'm there.If I was then why hadn't Harry and Ron come to see me? No. I must be some were else.
But now. I don't know the faces that circle my bed and shake their heads. They make no sound and yet they seem to speak. It's all some horrible unfamiliar dream. Right?
I thought they were laughing at me. I screamed. THEY backed off with their hands over their ears. I hadn't heard myself scream.
Why can't I hear that? Shouldn't one be able to hear one's own scream!? Help me!
Keep thinking! If i keep my mind busy then I can avoid it. it won't come back... Silence. And now, the first screams... That's it. It's all going to come back and I can't stop it. Just like I couldn't stop fate.
the first faces flash across my mind's eye. Harry. Ron. Ginny. Cho. Lisa. Malfoy. Dumbledor. Snape. It's all coming back to me. The way the walls of the great hall began to buckle and crumble beneath the weight of the enchanted ceiling. The way people dove under the tables and screamed as loud as they could. I could hear them then.
Professor Trelway standing up and shouting that the end was here just before a stone crushed her. A few of us ran from the room in panic. Out in the hall we saw death eaters. They began to fire cruses at us as we tried in vain to hide or run.
The last thing I heard was a high cruel laugh and some one saying, "Let this be a message to the world." Then the walls of the hall began to crumble and a death eater fired a curse at me. As he did so, a stone hit my head and he thought I was dead so he left. I was almost dead.
When I awoke, I was here. Here with the silence of a thousand years of sound. I wrote down what I'd heard. But the next morning it was gone. The sound is forever echoing in my mind. "Let this be a message to the world." What was the message? That Voldemort had killed Harry along with the whole school? I couldn't believe that. He'd won too many times...
I never saw any of those people again. The same faces surround me day after day and yet I know none of them. When will I know them?
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A man walked into the hospital. He was a doctor. For two years he'd tried to get through to Hermione. She was the only survivor of the Hogwarts massacre and she had lost her hearing when she was hit in the head with a rock. She would not speak. All they ever got from her was a note with an odd phrase on it. A month later, when Voldemort came back to power, they understood.
a/n: I own nothing. Now go review please.
The sound of silence. Ringing. Echoing. The sound of nothing. How well I know that sound. The way it screams and wails and moans. The utter emptiness of it. This silence is my life. The only sound I hear. At times the sound is so loud I can almost hear the screaming. The crunching of falling stone. The sound of hundreds of thousands of people being crushed beneath a hundred stones.
Why is it that none else seems to hear it? Why am I the only one? They don't tell me if they do hear it or not. They don't even speak to me. They move their lips and yet I hear no sound. I just don't know anymore...
I know my name and my face in the mirror. but that's about it. That is all I can remember. Almost. These wall are like the strict white walls of the hospital at school. But I know I'm there.If I was then why hadn't Harry and Ron come to see me? No. I must be some were else.
But now. I don't know the faces that circle my bed and shake their heads. They make no sound and yet they seem to speak. It's all some horrible unfamiliar dream. Right?
I thought they were laughing at me. I screamed. THEY backed off with their hands over their ears. I hadn't heard myself scream.
Why can't I hear that? Shouldn't one be able to hear one's own scream!? Help me!
Keep thinking! If i keep my mind busy then I can avoid it. it won't come back... Silence. And now, the first screams... That's it. It's all going to come back and I can't stop it. Just like I couldn't stop fate.
the first faces flash across my mind's eye. Harry. Ron. Ginny. Cho. Lisa. Malfoy. Dumbledor. Snape. It's all coming back to me. The way the walls of the great hall began to buckle and crumble beneath the weight of the enchanted ceiling. The way people dove under the tables and screamed as loud as they could. I could hear them then.
Professor Trelway standing up and shouting that the end was here just before a stone crushed her. A few of us ran from the room in panic. Out in the hall we saw death eaters. They began to fire cruses at us as we tried in vain to hide or run.
The last thing I heard was a high cruel laugh and some one saying, "Let this be a message to the world." Then the walls of the hall began to crumble and a death eater fired a curse at me. As he did so, a stone hit my head and he thought I was dead so he left. I was almost dead.
When I awoke, I was here. Here with the silence of a thousand years of sound. I wrote down what I'd heard. But the next morning it was gone. The sound is forever echoing in my mind. "Let this be a message to the world." What was the message? That Voldemort had killed Harry along with the whole school? I couldn't believe that. He'd won too many times...
I never saw any of those people again. The same faces surround me day after day and yet I know none of them. When will I know them?
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A man walked into the hospital. He was a doctor. For two years he'd tried to get through to Hermione. She was the only survivor of the Hogwarts massacre and she had lost her hearing when she was hit in the head with a rock. She would not speak. All they ever got from her was a note with an odd phrase on it. A month later, when Voldemort came back to power, they understood.
a/n: I own nothing. Now go review please.