Gwynedd's Den part 25
This part is very important. It's also more than slightly depressing, though I don't know whether it's worth a tissue box next to the computer. But sit tight. I know the last part ended a little weird, but yes, Ginny is dead. I'm sorry, it's sad, I know a lot of people enjoy Ginny as a character, but it's how the story went. They're fighting a war. You can't fight a war without casualties. Whether you're winner or loser. But before we get started, I have a quote for you.
Opportunity knocks just once, temptation leans on the doorbell.
(There's a little clue for the fic that'll be coming after Gwynedd's Den. It's already in the works...)
Thanx for reading!
Disclaimer: (Just in case you've forgotten...) The HP Characters do not belong to me. They belong to *sob* J.K. Rowling. The song used is sung by Celine Dion and Andrea Boccelli and belongs to them and their producers and/or writers, etc.
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The Saturday after Ginny's death dawned bright and early, the sun shining through all the windows of the Gryffindor tower. Harry, Hermione and Ron sat in the common room apart from everyone else, staring out the window.
"It almost doesn't seem fair, does it?" Harry whispered. "I mean, for it to be such a beautiful day..."
Hermione shook her head, squeezing his hand.
They sat in silence for a while longer, and then Hermione spoke again.
"What was my funeral like?"
Ron and Harry looked at each other and sighed.
"It poured rain." Ron said.
Harry nodded. "I don't really remember much of it. I didn't listen to it. I was too busy thinking of you."
"I don't remember anything either." Ron admitted. "Just Standing in the rain next to Harry and your family, staring at the monument they put up. And the last words Dumbledore said. Remember Hermione Granger. She touched you all in some way and took a part of us all with her. And then he said some Gaelic."
"Rest in peace in Tir Nan Og, daughter of the druids." Harry said, explaining the Gaelic Ron didn't understand.
"I saw it you know. I saw it all." Hermione said weakly. "I could watch it all. I saw you all standing there, and..." Her voice quavered, and she was dangerously close to tears again.
They sat in silence once more, until the clock struck.
It was time to honor Ginny's memory and lay her to rest.
Just like Voldemort's other victims.
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They stood at the front. All in a line. It was all too formal for any of their liking, but nothing they could have done would have changed that.
And anything else would have been wrong.
Didn't we just do this? Harry thought. It seemed just like yesterday that they had stood in the same spot, the rain pouring down on them as the people spoke in remembrance of their dear friend.
And now, as the sun beat cruelly down on them, Harry blocked out everything.
Molly Weasley's sobs.
The words of whomever were speaking.
The photograph of her, smiling in the sun.
His own silent tears sliding unrelenting down his face.
He concentrated hard on Hermione's hand in his, on keeping his feet firmly planted. On looking straight ahead so he wouldn't fall.
And for all the concentration, all the effort on keeping his mind blank, the one thought that had kept him company since her death repeated itself over and over in her mind.
She's dead because of me.
Dead because I'm not.
He was pulled from his thoughts by music. Surprised, he looked up. Kara Dente, a fellow Gryffindor and one of Ginny's friends stood at the front, her clear voice filling the air. Harry found himself paying attention for the first time.
"I pray you'll be our eyes,
And watch us where we go.
And help us to be wise
In times when we don't know.
Let this be our prayer,
When we lose our way.
Lead us to a place,
Guide us with your grace
to a place where we'll be safe.
La luce che tu dai
nel cuore restera
a ricordarci che
l'eterna stella sei. I pray we'll find your light,
and hold it in our hearts
When stars go out each night,
remind us where you are...
Nella mia preghiera
quanta fede c'e.
Lead us to a place Let this be our prayer
when shadows fill our day
guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe.
Sogniamo un mondo senza piu violenza,
un mondo di giustizia e di speranza.
Ognuno dia una mano al suo vicino,
simbolo di pace...di fraternita.
La forza che ci dai
e desiderio te
ognuno trovi amor
intorno e dentro se.
Let this be our prayer,
just like every child.
We ask that life be kind
and watch us from above.
We hope each soul will find
another soul to love.
Let this be our prayer,
just like every child.
Needs to find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
E la fede che hai acceso in noi
sento che ci salverai....."
The last Italian word faded away and the congregation stood in silence. Harry looked around for the first time, eyes scanning the grim faces. He saw friends, professors, acquaintances and even strangers, mourning for Ginny Weasley.
And the Headmaster.
Albus Dumbledore stood off to the side. The look on his face broke Harry's heart. He looked sad. But most of all, he looked tired. Tired of everything. The elderly man's once sparkling eyes met his. And then, breaking the gaze, he left silently, heading towards the castle.
And no one noticed but Harry.
Harry went to go follow him, but Hermione held on to his hand to tights, and was now leaning against him. He was trapped, and couldn't stop what he knew was about to happen.
As soon as the ceremony was over, Harry pulled away from Hermione. She looked up at him strangely as he went to walk away.
"Harry, where are you going?"
Without answering her, he broke into a run towards the castle, racing through the entrance hall. He sprinted down the halls, taking all the shortcuts he knew.
Finally he arrived in front of the stone gargoyle. It was all he could do not to yell the password at it. (Sugar Quills!!) He took the stairs two at a time, bursting into the office.
It was empty.
Harry had hoped against hope that he was being ridiculous... That the Headmaster was just tired, had come up to his office. He prayed that's he'd find is sitting behind the large mahogany desk, smiling like only Albus Dumbledore can.
But he wasn't there.
In fact, there wasn't even any of the many trinkets, papers, quill and papers that usually graced the Headmaster's desk. There was nothing there.
Except for a letter.
Harry tentatively walked forward, not wanting to read the letter.
Harry.
His name was written on it in the familiar loopy script.
Harry sat down in the chair, fingers reaching tentatively for the envelope. Slowly, almost mechanically, he opened it, vision blurring due to the obstructing tears.
Harry...
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Just like me, right? To not tell you what it says? The next chapter will have no Author's notes, not nothing. It is a stand alone. It will be JUST the contents of the letter. Don't worry, it will be up very soon.
Thank you to all those who have been with me all through this. I really appreciate it! It's almost done, I promise...
~Danie
Thanx to all my reviewers, there will be a hall of fame for you at the end!!!!
This part is very important. It's also more than slightly depressing, though I don't know whether it's worth a tissue box next to the computer. But sit tight. I know the last part ended a little weird, but yes, Ginny is dead. I'm sorry, it's sad, I know a lot of people enjoy Ginny as a character, but it's how the story went. They're fighting a war. You can't fight a war without casualties. Whether you're winner or loser. But before we get started, I have a quote for you.
Opportunity knocks just once, temptation leans on the doorbell.
(There's a little clue for the fic that'll be coming after Gwynedd's Den. It's already in the works...)
Thanx for reading!
Disclaimer: (Just in case you've forgotten...) The HP Characters do not belong to me. They belong to *sob* J.K. Rowling. The song used is sung by Celine Dion and Andrea Boccelli and belongs to them and their producers and/or writers, etc.
********************************************************************************
The Saturday after Ginny's death dawned bright and early, the sun shining through all the windows of the Gryffindor tower. Harry, Hermione and Ron sat in the common room apart from everyone else, staring out the window.
"It almost doesn't seem fair, does it?" Harry whispered. "I mean, for it to be such a beautiful day..."
Hermione shook her head, squeezing his hand.
They sat in silence for a while longer, and then Hermione spoke again.
"What was my funeral like?"
Ron and Harry looked at each other and sighed.
"It poured rain." Ron said.
Harry nodded. "I don't really remember much of it. I didn't listen to it. I was too busy thinking of you."
"I don't remember anything either." Ron admitted. "Just Standing in the rain next to Harry and your family, staring at the monument they put up. And the last words Dumbledore said. Remember Hermione Granger. She touched you all in some way and took a part of us all with her. And then he said some Gaelic."
"Rest in peace in Tir Nan Og, daughter of the druids." Harry said, explaining the Gaelic Ron didn't understand.
"I saw it you know. I saw it all." Hermione said weakly. "I could watch it all. I saw you all standing there, and..." Her voice quavered, and she was dangerously close to tears again.
They sat in silence once more, until the clock struck.
It was time to honor Ginny's memory and lay her to rest.
Just like Voldemort's other victims.
********************************************************************************
They stood at the front. All in a line. It was all too formal for any of their liking, but nothing they could have done would have changed that.
And anything else would have been wrong.
Didn't we just do this? Harry thought. It seemed just like yesterday that they had stood in the same spot, the rain pouring down on them as the people spoke in remembrance of their dear friend.
And now, as the sun beat cruelly down on them, Harry blocked out everything.
Molly Weasley's sobs.
The words of whomever were speaking.
The photograph of her, smiling in the sun.
His own silent tears sliding unrelenting down his face.
He concentrated hard on Hermione's hand in his, on keeping his feet firmly planted. On looking straight ahead so he wouldn't fall.
And for all the concentration, all the effort on keeping his mind blank, the one thought that had kept him company since her death repeated itself over and over in her mind.
She's dead because of me.
Dead because I'm not.
He was pulled from his thoughts by music. Surprised, he looked up. Kara Dente, a fellow Gryffindor and one of Ginny's friends stood at the front, her clear voice filling the air. Harry found himself paying attention for the first time.
"I pray you'll be our eyes,
And watch us where we go.
And help us to be wise
In times when we don't know.
Let this be our prayer,
When we lose our way.
Lead us to a place,
Guide us with your grace
to a place where we'll be safe.
La luce che tu dai
nel cuore restera
a ricordarci che
l'eterna stella sei. I pray we'll find your light,
and hold it in our hearts
When stars go out each night,
remind us where you are...
Nella mia preghiera
quanta fede c'e.
Lead us to a place Let this be our prayer
when shadows fill our day
guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe.
Sogniamo un mondo senza piu violenza,
un mondo di giustizia e di speranza.
Ognuno dia una mano al suo vicino,
simbolo di pace...di fraternita.
La forza che ci dai
e desiderio te
ognuno trovi amor
intorno e dentro se.
Let this be our prayer,
just like every child.
We ask that life be kind
and watch us from above.
We hope each soul will find
another soul to love.
Let this be our prayer,
just like every child.
Needs to find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
E la fede che hai acceso in noi
sento che ci salverai....."
The last Italian word faded away and the congregation stood in silence. Harry looked around for the first time, eyes scanning the grim faces. He saw friends, professors, acquaintances and even strangers, mourning for Ginny Weasley.
And the Headmaster.
Albus Dumbledore stood off to the side. The look on his face broke Harry's heart. He looked sad. But most of all, he looked tired. Tired of everything. The elderly man's once sparkling eyes met his. And then, breaking the gaze, he left silently, heading towards the castle.
And no one noticed but Harry.
Harry went to go follow him, but Hermione held on to his hand to tights, and was now leaning against him. He was trapped, and couldn't stop what he knew was about to happen.
As soon as the ceremony was over, Harry pulled away from Hermione. She looked up at him strangely as he went to walk away.
"Harry, where are you going?"
Without answering her, he broke into a run towards the castle, racing through the entrance hall. He sprinted down the halls, taking all the shortcuts he knew.
Finally he arrived in front of the stone gargoyle. It was all he could do not to yell the password at it. (Sugar Quills!!) He took the stairs two at a time, bursting into the office.
It was empty.
Harry had hoped against hope that he was being ridiculous... That the Headmaster was just tired, had come up to his office. He prayed that's he'd find is sitting behind the large mahogany desk, smiling like only Albus Dumbledore can.
But he wasn't there.
In fact, there wasn't even any of the many trinkets, papers, quill and papers that usually graced the Headmaster's desk. There was nothing there.
Except for a letter.
Harry tentatively walked forward, not wanting to read the letter.
Harry.
His name was written on it in the familiar loopy script.
Harry sat down in the chair, fingers reaching tentatively for the envelope. Slowly, almost mechanically, he opened it, vision blurring due to the obstructing tears.
Harry...
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Just like me, right? To not tell you what it says? The next chapter will have no Author's notes, not nothing. It is a stand alone. It will be JUST the contents of the letter. Don't worry, it will be up very soon.
Thank you to all those who have been with me all through this. I really appreciate it! It's almost done, I promise...
~Danie
Thanx to all my reviewers, there will be a hall of fame for you at the end!!!!
