A/n: Written from any girl's perspective from Harry Potter Anyway. Guess
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DISCLAIMER!!! NO CHARACTER IS MINE!
Note: This revamped version is as of 8/11/2002
~-~ Hello. You probably think I'm insane. So what, I'm living in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, I'm not. Honest. The nurses are nice, and all. I mean... its like they treat me like... glass. Speaking of which, there isn't any of that in here... I forget why.
One time, I asked a Nurse for a carrot. Who wouldn't want a carrot, after all? They're nice, tasty and cool. So, the nurse, surprised I talked ot her, ran to get me a carrot. Of course, all the nurses and cooks should be stuck in here instead of me... she brought me an ORANGE carrot. Of all the strange things... an orange carrot.
Ah, like a beacon in fog, I'm remember why I'm here. I'm remembering why I stole the nurse's wand to broadcast this to you. I'm remembering... Oh God.
~-~ Something had to be up. Everyone was treating me like glass. I got a couple of strange gifts (by Owl, of course). Towels and cups and such. I figured Harry must be playing a prank on me. He did that a lot.
My friends and I Aparated to Madame Malkins, getting new dress robes. We were going to look the best; dazzling all those pitiful males into complete and total... cavewizardish... My robe was the best. iridescent beads whirling their way down, to the trim velvet around the edges and the silk fabric was oh-so-nice against the skin. I was in heaven just wearing that. The nails were a pretty gold-chrome, and my hair was in ringlets cascading down my back. My feet were in these perfect platform highheels that were to die for, and I topped it all up with an enchantment that made you see wings behind me, so that I was trailing glitter.
I opened the door at exactly seven o'clock to perfect emerald-green eyes. He was strangely nervous, but his eyes were brimming with a love that I knew was reflected in my own. He took my hand, led me down the path to a magic carpet, where he handed me roses.
The carpet was a strange, saddening carpet, but at least we rode in style.
~-~
When we reached the restaurant, everyone was exstatic to see The Boy who Lived and his girlfriend... me.
Dinner was marvelous. Juicy roast beef, with ice wine that was simply perfect. Rolls, cooked to perfection, and candles at every table, giving it a romantic look. At the far end of the room was a table with lots of balloons, cake, and flowers. Everyone but us managed to get up at least once, place something on the table, and wander over. When Ron Weasley cam over to chat a bit, Harry got up and placed an object on there, returned, and toasted me to everyone's health.
Around the time when dinner was ending, people stole glances at out table. I started to get a wee bit nervous at everyone's... glancy-ness. Then, while looking around, I noticed dearest Draco was missing. Where could he be?
Then everyone rose at some symbol I didn't see, and thronged to the table. Harry reached out his hand, and I placed mine in it. He was being so romantic. He yanked me up, and carried me over to the table. Everyone glanced expectantly at Harry. Ron pulled the top off the cake with a flourish. It said... it read...
"Will you marry me?"
My eyes filled with tears as I looked around. Seamus winked, and his eyes darted to Harry, back to me, and Harry. It was then I noticed Harry wasn't holding me. He was...
On one knee, pale, shaking, and he asked me... he, Harry Potter, asked me... he...
"Will you marry me, and make me the happiest man alive? If not the corniest?"
I joyously clapped my hands together, shook as he placed the beautiful ring on my finger, and we kissed. Our class cheered. Oh, how they cheered. I remember looking at every face. Girls crying in happieness, boys whooping and clapping Harry on the back, and Ron. Ron was standing there, attempting to look happy.
~-~ Oh, God, I wish I could have just lived that moment forever, or at least until I died, which, if I had my way, I would soon enough. Isn't fate odd? ~-~
Ron came over, spun me around, and that's when... that's... when...
When... The Dark Lord came in. Oh, Lord, we were so afraid. We fought with all we had. Our class made a circle of defenders, with Harry and myself in the middle. The Happy Couple. The ones with our lives together... ahead of us. I saw girls, boys, and DeathEaters all falling indiscriminately. Voldemort was dragging the wonderful Draco behind him. His face... horrible. His eyes, almost given up hope, but I saw the strength ebb into him from my gaze.
Draco was thrown against the wall, and I heard a crack. Something died in me, when I heard that.
It was me. Ron Weasley, my old friend, and Harry Potter. My beloved. My life. Together, trying to kill the Dark Lord.
I saw a Death Eater place his wand at a direct angle to Ron. In slow motion, he said "Adava...". Faster than he could finish, I kill him. My first killing. I felt AWFUL. I killed the man who would have killed Ron Weasley. When I blinked, 3 backs were in front of me. What? Three? I saw the shock of pale blonde hair. Draco was still alive! My heart soared. Draco.
They were fighting desperately for the girl they all loved. Me.
Voldemort advanced on us. I tried to A-K him, but I just... weakened him. He killed Ron. He... killed Ron.
OH GOD! HE KILLED RON! NOOOO!
He aimed for Harry next. He released the spell. Draco, chest out, stepped in front of him. Took the spell. Oh, Draco. I caught him as he fell. Saw the glitter in his eyes fade out, the love.
No. Not Harry. Harry can't die. Draco and Ron died for me. Not for them. Not for Harry. Not for their families, wives, girlfriends, children. Me.
I watched in horror as Voldemort and Harry A-Ked each other. At the same time. The spells bounced off each other. They had both poured all their feelings into the spell. I tried to block some of it, reflect it, but I couldn't. Not enough to save Harry. Not enough.
As Harry fell, I was under him to cushion him. I said to him, in shock:
"Harry... you blockhead... if you wanted out of the wedding, you could have told me."
I brushed the raven hair from his face, and he smiled weakly. He said, still smiling, all the love poured into the next four words that poured like a river, like the tears from my cheeks that were creating little splotches in his brand new robe. He said... Oh... he said...
"I love you too."
He... sighed. Closed his eyes, and died. In my arms. My arms. He died. Oh...
~-~
The Mediwizards came. And stopped at the carnage. There were DeathEaters dead, and Death Eaters alive, because not all of us had the heart to kill. All of the Hogwarts people were dead. By their positions, not all of them had died fast. There were zero beings alive. Until they saw the 23 year old girl bawling her eyes out, while holding a body. I saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Neville's grandmother. Everyone, except for Harry's parents. Or Draco's parents. I saw Sirius Black, as everyone recoiled from him. He made a beeling for me, and I knew he had been innocent. Not seeing who I was weeping over, believing that Harry could live twice through that curse, he asks, pouring all his hope, and being into the next three words.
"Is Harry ok?"
Oh, how I hated to break his heart. I raised my head, and he saw Harry. "He is with his parents."
He reached out, and touched my shoulder, trying to give comfort when none was found.
He said : "You have something to live for. Voldemort is dead, and Harry and everyone who put me in jail are dead. I may be with Harry, James, Lily... everyone."
I said to the haunted man: "I do not."
I kicked off my shoes, used a quick transformation on my dress, and ran out, running away from everything. Faster than before, oh, so fast.
~-~
Months passed, and I was still out there, remembering. I had my wand, and that was it. I knew Sirius Black had killed himself that night. I knew that day had turned into a Holiday. I knew Ginny Weasley was alone, with her orphaned children. I knew parents were very angry that such a thing could have happened. I knew that babies would never live in fear.
As I was in thought, I never heard the stick behind me snap. I spun around, as someone called my name. It was Percy. His eyes, haunted by Ron and his wife's death, said one word. My downfall.
"Stupefy."
~-~
They treated my injuries of my physical body, and marveled that I was still alive, and fairly sane. Oh, how wrong they were.
I had a great idea when they took me to the cemetary and left me there. Oh, I did. A very good one. I transfigured a stick into a shovel, dug my way down to Harry, and as wizard bodies are preserved forever, I attempted to dig my way down there.
Of course, the winds that whispered my name and tried to get my out probably had a hand in letting me NOT die... I wonder who they were, anyway.
~-~
Anyway, as you can see through my eyes, I'm in here, and have been for a while. They gave me a few things of Broccolii to draw with, so I'm semi-ok with it. I'm trying to cut through the walls to be with my beloved, but it takes time... lots of time. Maybe...
When Harry visits me... He might tell me my name.
Funny, isn't it. After everything I went through, I can remember everything almost perfectly, but I can't remember the one thing I've been stuck with for 25 years. My name.
Of course, anytime Harry or Draco or any of my classmates visits, I remember.
Are you one of them? Because its been so long since I've been able to tell the story to someone who... wasn't a ghost. Are you a ghost? Are you Harry?
"Hey. You aren't supposed to be talking in there!" a nurse says, as she trips over the body of the nurse I overpowered, who was, thankfully, alive. "You aren't supposed to stun the nurses!!!" She revived the nurse. Talked me into sitting in the bed, where they tucked me in. As they say the spell to send me to sleep... one question haunts me.
"Who... who am I?" I whisper into the darkness, while I hear the wind which is not, the voices which one were, and feel the happieness which will... never be.
~-~Fin.
A/n Flames are used to make dungbombs in chemistry.
Oh, thanks to Aimee, the original beta reader... and glares to Ferri, who inadvertantly cause me to rewrite the darned thing.
Please review, and I may redo the other people.
And please guess who the girl is. I love seeing who people think she is.
Please Review!
DISCLAIMER!!! NO CHARACTER IS MINE!
Note: This revamped version is as of 8/11/2002
~-~ Hello. You probably think I'm insane. So what, I'm living in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, I'm not. Honest. The nurses are nice, and all. I mean... its like they treat me like... glass. Speaking of which, there isn't any of that in here... I forget why.
One time, I asked a Nurse for a carrot. Who wouldn't want a carrot, after all? They're nice, tasty and cool. So, the nurse, surprised I talked ot her, ran to get me a carrot. Of course, all the nurses and cooks should be stuck in here instead of me... she brought me an ORANGE carrot. Of all the strange things... an orange carrot.
Ah, like a beacon in fog, I'm remember why I'm here. I'm remembering why I stole the nurse's wand to broadcast this to you. I'm remembering... Oh God.
~-~ Something had to be up. Everyone was treating me like glass. I got a couple of strange gifts (by Owl, of course). Towels and cups and such. I figured Harry must be playing a prank on me. He did that a lot.
My friends and I Aparated to Madame Malkins, getting new dress robes. We were going to look the best; dazzling all those pitiful males into complete and total... cavewizardish... My robe was the best. iridescent beads whirling their way down, to the trim velvet around the edges and the silk fabric was oh-so-nice against the skin. I was in heaven just wearing that. The nails were a pretty gold-chrome, and my hair was in ringlets cascading down my back. My feet were in these perfect platform highheels that were to die for, and I topped it all up with an enchantment that made you see wings behind me, so that I was trailing glitter.
I opened the door at exactly seven o'clock to perfect emerald-green eyes. He was strangely nervous, but his eyes were brimming with a love that I knew was reflected in my own. He took my hand, led me down the path to a magic carpet, where he handed me roses.
The carpet was a strange, saddening carpet, but at least we rode in style.
~-~
When we reached the restaurant, everyone was exstatic to see The Boy who Lived and his girlfriend... me.
Dinner was marvelous. Juicy roast beef, with ice wine that was simply perfect. Rolls, cooked to perfection, and candles at every table, giving it a romantic look. At the far end of the room was a table with lots of balloons, cake, and flowers. Everyone but us managed to get up at least once, place something on the table, and wander over. When Ron Weasley cam over to chat a bit, Harry got up and placed an object on there, returned, and toasted me to everyone's health.
Around the time when dinner was ending, people stole glances at out table. I started to get a wee bit nervous at everyone's... glancy-ness. Then, while looking around, I noticed dearest Draco was missing. Where could he be?
Then everyone rose at some symbol I didn't see, and thronged to the table. Harry reached out his hand, and I placed mine in it. He was being so romantic. He yanked me up, and carried me over to the table. Everyone glanced expectantly at Harry. Ron pulled the top off the cake with a flourish. It said... it read...
"Will you marry me?"
My eyes filled with tears as I looked around. Seamus winked, and his eyes darted to Harry, back to me, and Harry. It was then I noticed Harry wasn't holding me. He was...
On one knee, pale, shaking, and he asked me... he, Harry Potter, asked me... he...
"Will you marry me, and make me the happiest man alive? If not the corniest?"
I joyously clapped my hands together, shook as he placed the beautiful ring on my finger, and we kissed. Our class cheered. Oh, how they cheered. I remember looking at every face. Girls crying in happieness, boys whooping and clapping Harry on the back, and Ron. Ron was standing there, attempting to look happy.
~-~ Oh, God, I wish I could have just lived that moment forever, or at least until I died, which, if I had my way, I would soon enough. Isn't fate odd? ~-~
Ron came over, spun me around, and that's when... that's... when...
When... The Dark Lord came in. Oh, Lord, we were so afraid. We fought with all we had. Our class made a circle of defenders, with Harry and myself in the middle. The Happy Couple. The ones with our lives together... ahead of us. I saw girls, boys, and DeathEaters all falling indiscriminately. Voldemort was dragging the wonderful Draco behind him. His face... horrible. His eyes, almost given up hope, but I saw the strength ebb into him from my gaze.
Draco was thrown against the wall, and I heard a crack. Something died in me, when I heard that.
It was me. Ron Weasley, my old friend, and Harry Potter. My beloved. My life. Together, trying to kill the Dark Lord.
I saw a Death Eater place his wand at a direct angle to Ron. In slow motion, he said "Adava...". Faster than he could finish, I kill him. My first killing. I felt AWFUL. I killed the man who would have killed Ron Weasley. When I blinked, 3 backs were in front of me. What? Three? I saw the shock of pale blonde hair. Draco was still alive! My heart soared. Draco.
They were fighting desperately for the girl they all loved. Me.
Voldemort advanced on us. I tried to A-K him, but I just... weakened him. He killed Ron. He... killed Ron.
OH GOD! HE KILLED RON! NOOOO!
He aimed for Harry next. He released the spell. Draco, chest out, stepped in front of him. Took the spell. Oh, Draco. I caught him as he fell. Saw the glitter in his eyes fade out, the love.
No. Not Harry. Harry can't die. Draco and Ron died for me. Not for them. Not for Harry. Not for their families, wives, girlfriends, children. Me.
I watched in horror as Voldemort and Harry A-Ked each other. At the same time. The spells bounced off each other. They had both poured all their feelings into the spell. I tried to block some of it, reflect it, but I couldn't. Not enough to save Harry. Not enough.
As Harry fell, I was under him to cushion him. I said to him, in shock:
"Harry... you blockhead... if you wanted out of the wedding, you could have told me."
I brushed the raven hair from his face, and he smiled weakly. He said, still smiling, all the love poured into the next four words that poured like a river, like the tears from my cheeks that were creating little splotches in his brand new robe. He said... Oh... he said...
"I love you too."
He... sighed. Closed his eyes, and died. In my arms. My arms. He died. Oh...
~-~
The Mediwizards came. And stopped at the carnage. There were DeathEaters dead, and Death Eaters alive, because not all of us had the heart to kill. All of the Hogwarts people were dead. By their positions, not all of them had died fast. There were zero beings alive. Until they saw the 23 year old girl bawling her eyes out, while holding a body. I saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Neville's grandmother. Everyone, except for Harry's parents. Or Draco's parents. I saw Sirius Black, as everyone recoiled from him. He made a beeling for me, and I knew he had been innocent. Not seeing who I was weeping over, believing that Harry could live twice through that curse, he asks, pouring all his hope, and being into the next three words.
"Is Harry ok?"
Oh, how I hated to break his heart. I raised my head, and he saw Harry. "He is with his parents."
He reached out, and touched my shoulder, trying to give comfort when none was found.
He said : "You have something to live for. Voldemort is dead, and Harry and everyone who put me in jail are dead. I may be with Harry, James, Lily... everyone."
I said to the haunted man: "I do not."
I kicked off my shoes, used a quick transformation on my dress, and ran out, running away from everything. Faster than before, oh, so fast.
~-~
Months passed, and I was still out there, remembering. I had my wand, and that was it. I knew Sirius Black had killed himself that night. I knew that day had turned into a Holiday. I knew Ginny Weasley was alone, with her orphaned children. I knew parents were very angry that such a thing could have happened. I knew that babies would never live in fear.
As I was in thought, I never heard the stick behind me snap. I spun around, as someone called my name. It was Percy. His eyes, haunted by Ron and his wife's death, said one word. My downfall.
"Stupefy."
~-~
They treated my injuries of my physical body, and marveled that I was still alive, and fairly sane. Oh, how wrong they were.
I had a great idea when they took me to the cemetary and left me there. Oh, I did. A very good one. I transfigured a stick into a shovel, dug my way down to Harry, and as wizard bodies are preserved forever, I attempted to dig my way down there.
Of course, the winds that whispered my name and tried to get my out probably had a hand in letting me NOT die... I wonder who they were, anyway.
~-~
Anyway, as you can see through my eyes, I'm in here, and have been for a while. They gave me a few things of Broccolii to draw with, so I'm semi-ok with it. I'm trying to cut through the walls to be with my beloved, but it takes time... lots of time. Maybe...
When Harry visits me... He might tell me my name.
Funny, isn't it. After everything I went through, I can remember everything almost perfectly, but I can't remember the one thing I've been stuck with for 25 years. My name.
Of course, anytime Harry or Draco or any of my classmates visits, I remember.
Are you one of them? Because its been so long since I've been able to tell the story to someone who... wasn't a ghost. Are you a ghost? Are you Harry?
"Hey. You aren't supposed to be talking in there!" a nurse says, as she trips over the body of the nurse I overpowered, who was, thankfully, alive. "You aren't supposed to stun the nurses!!!" She revived the nurse. Talked me into sitting in the bed, where they tucked me in. As they say the spell to send me to sleep... one question haunts me.
"Who... who am I?" I whisper into the darkness, while I hear the wind which is not, the voices which one were, and feel the happieness which will... never be.
~-~Fin.
A/n Flames are used to make dungbombs in chemistry.
Oh, thanks to Aimee, the original beta reader... and glares to Ferri, who inadvertantly cause me to rewrite the darned thing.
Please review, and I may redo the other people.
And please guess who the girl is. I love seeing who people think she is.