Ghosts Borne of Free Will: The Reality
A fanfiction by TheRavenflower
-Disclaimer- Once again... I don't own ANY of these names, or these characters, or any ideas in J.K. Rowlings' literature. Don't sue me.
Note: This is the second part of this fic... it is basically the same story, but from a different focus. I hope you enjoy it.
Summary: Through his free will, a man changes the course of several lives, releasing ghosts in the process.
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Hermione Malfoy.
As odd and foreign as it sounded to my ears, she seemed to enjoy it immensely. She said it again, relishing the flavor of it on her tongue - soft, gentle, but spicy and new.
She didn't see me as she combed her hair or admired the sparkling ring on her finger. I wanted her to see me, because it had been so long. She ignored me, however. And I knew, somehow, that her new husband was at fault for that.
I tried to touch her; she complained of drafts. I tried to speak to her; she complained of creaky stairs in creaky houses. Through who knows how many years of triumphs and tragedies, mishaps and make-ups, she forgot me. All it took was my death.
My death... and a dose of Draco Malfoy.
You see, I know he is at fault because his guilt keeps him awake. Every night he lies awake, wondering about what would really have happened if he let true Fate run its course.
In other words, if he had not murdered me in cold blood.
And yet, with me dead, he knew Hermione would turn to Ron. So he murdered Ron as well. I know we both torment him, but I cannot say for certain. Draco's free will has kept me from knowing, and will keep me forever.
Ah, now he sleeps. I do not know what to do, except to torment Draco for the rest of his days, and hope Hermione finally sees the light.
When she does, then I will finally be free to truly die.
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Thanks again for reading my fic... there will be more up as soon as I have the time.
Upcoming events: a Charlie Weasley fic, cleverly disguised as your run-of-the-mill MarySue fic...
I'd love to hear your feedback, so please, please review, be it good or bad (or even burning).
A fanfiction by TheRavenflower
-Disclaimer- Once again... I don't own ANY of these names, or these characters, or any ideas in J.K. Rowlings' literature. Don't sue me.
Note: This is the second part of this fic... it is basically the same story, but from a different focus. I hope you enjoy it.
Summary: Through his free will, a man changes the course of several lives, releasing ghosts in the process.
* * *
Hermione Malfoy.
As odd and foreign as it sounded to my ears, she seemed to enjoy it immensely. She said it again, relishing the flavor of it on her tongue - soft, gentle, but spicy and new.
She didn't see me as she combed her hair or admired the sparkling ring on her finger. I wanted her to see me, because it had been so long. She ignored me, however. And I knew, somehow, that her new husband was at fault for that.
I tried to touch her; she complained of drafts. I tried to speak to her; she complained of creaky stairs in creaky houses. Through who knows how many years of triumphs and tragedies, mishaps and make-ups, she forgot me. All it took was my death.
My death... and a dose of Draco Malfoy.
You see, I know he is at fault because his guilt keeps him awake. Every night he lies awake, wondering about what would really have happened if he let true Fate run its course.
In other words, if he had not murdered me in cold blood.
And yet, with me dead, he knew Hermione would turn to Ron. So he murdered Ron as well. I know we both torment him, but I cannot say for certain. Draco's free will has kept me from knowing, and will keep me forever.
Ah, now he sleeps. I do not know what to do, except to torment Draco for the rest of his days, and hope Hermione finally sees the light.
When she does, then I will finally be free to truly die.
* * *
Thanks again for reading my fic... there will be more up as soon as I have the time.
Upcoming events: a Charlie Weasley fic, cleverly disguised as your run-of-the-mill MarySue fic...
I'd love to hear your feedback, so please, please review, be it good or bad (or even burning).