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Laughter
By Heir of Darkness
Ginny ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I must look so stupid.
He is standing there. Probably has been here for hours. I didn't recognize him instantly when I first saw him. He was looking at the door-bell. I know what he was thinking about when I disturbed his thoughts by opening the door. It was written all-across his face. When he looked at me, his eyes took a split of a second to focus. He had been somewhere else before coming back here. I try to smile, but it is hard when he is looking at me like that, with that feeble twitch of his lips meaning forcing a smile upon them, and those eyes that are yelling for rest and forgetfulness. I try to invite him in, but my words get stuck in my throat. I can only throw myself aside to let him pass. He took the clue. And I thank God that Ron isn't awake yet.
I took his cloak to hang it in the closet with the other things, then only did I find enough courage to tell my parents that Harry Potter has come. I didn't dare add the 'back' at the end of the sentence.
It is all so sudden. In the kitchen my father is wearing his bathrobe, and mum is magicing some breakfast … She used to cook well, but it really isn't worth the time and tire anymore … Magic food doesn't taste as good, but it's the easy way to go, so.
They look up. I see the look on their face, and turn away. I don't want to. I don't want to know, to realize what they're thinking. Because I only know it too well. Because if it wasn't for their graying hair and his still coal-black one, one wouldn't have been able to tell who was older than the other. Because I know I look the same. Because I know my brother looks still worse.
Mum tries to smile. It's hard for her, after all these years she hadn't had a good reason to. It would have been hard, for anyone who had felt such tears pouring out of their eyes. Dad doesn't even think about it. He just stares. I don't think he really knows what's happening, that he only sees that the thing we all most desired and feared has happened. Perhaps the last chance, or the drop of water which will make the glass overflow ?
He just stands there. No one has asked him to sit down. Though I can't see his face, I can guess that he is all but smiling. I can guess the look in his eyes, those eyes which had seen the time when the Burrow laughed and bloomed all year round. His memory must be at work, the memory which still remembers Fred and George's Canary Creams, Charlie's Dragons and Percy's Head Boy Badge … Our smiles … How fast those pictures will be replaced now.
Slow, heavy footsteps on the stairs. Our heads all converge in that one direction. By a kind of morbid curiosity, we want to know. As if we hadn't known all along.
He's still wearing his pajamas, just like every morning God or the Devil creates. His hair is ruffled. Just as usual. Nobody in this house never cares. For I guess we've all seen too much to see anymore, our eyes are all blinded by this screen of blood and horror which will never quite fade out.
He stops. Their eyes have met. Neither move. Frozen, both frozen into
a rush of memories arisen from places they've shuffled them into, carefully,
deeply, for the better forever never more again. We can all feel it. Feel
the air turning cold and the wind starting to blow. Feel the sun starting
to rise. Feel the ice melted a second and then turn back to ice.
Author's note : Hey, I should be doing French homework, I haven't finished
there's still tons to do but hey, relax … Tomorrow's Sunday … Inspire,
expire … Fanfiction's a drug. I'm addicted. One day I know I'll have an
overdose and die from it. ::dies already:: Review to make me come back
to life so I can write another chapter.
