'thoughts'
Ch.22- Sadness
Draco walked out of the infirmary. He felt as though a train had just hit him. He started to gasp for air. He backed into the wall, and slid down to the ground. He sat there trying to arrange his thoughts. Sarah is dead? ...This can't be. He pulled his legs up to his chest, and began to rock back and forth gently. Sarah is dead... she is. He had heard the news, and had seen it. There was no denying the fact that she was gone. She was so young. Thoughts of things that Sarah could have been passed through his mind. 'Would she have chosen me? I'm so selfish. She is gone forever, and all I can think about is if she would have chosen me. I didn't deserve her... no one did.' He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He knew that if he cried it wouldn't have been over Sarah, he would have cried for himself. He had finally loved someone, and she was gone... 'gone forever'.
Oliver sat there and just held her hand. It was so cold. She was gone. All that was left of her was an empty shell. Oliver wanted so much to just hold her in his arms one more time. To hear her say, "I love you." He just wanted to see the sparkle in her eyes. Thoughts of her haunted his mind. She did what was best. 'She did what she needed to do... She was being so selfish. She probably didn't even consider me... Now I'm being selfish.' He wiped away his tears, and sat there with a far away look on his face. He felt as though he was missing something. He couldn't find anymore tears to cry. They were all gone.
Draco wiped his nose (because it was runny). He tried so hard to keep from crying again. Tears were making his vision blurry. He couldn't contain them anymore. He erupted, and this wasn't a quite whimper, this was a full out sob. The kind of sob that makes you want to cry also. His shoulders racked. He began to wail. Madame Pomfrey came out to see what was going on. "You poor boy." She walked over to him, and was about to rub his back. "Don't touch me. Leave me alone." He didn't even look at her, but he knew the effect that his outburst had made. Madame Pomfrey looked offended, but gave him a sympathetic look. She walked back into the infirmary.
He pushed what had just happened into the back of his mind. He went back to crying. His tears came from so deep within himself that he began to feel sick. He got a nasty taste within his mouth, and tried to swallow it. He began to gag, and it came up. He threw up, but luckily none got on him. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Madame Pomfrey came out again. She handed him a glass of water, and cleaned up the mess. "Thank you." She just nodded. She went back into the room just as fast as she had come out. He contained all his sorrow just long enough to walk outside, and sit where he and Sarah ate lunch. He then unleashed all the raw emotions that had been inside him.
Harry went to Professor Dumbledore's office. Professor Snape was coming out just as Harry walked up. They looked at each other. Normally Snape would have nailed him for wandering around the school, but instead he stepped aside and let Harry into the office. They nodded at each other. Harry entered the office.
Snape stood there for a moment. He could honestly see the sorrow in Harry's eyes. Those big, emerald bloodshot eyes.
Harry knocked on Dumbledore's door. "Excuse me Professor." He opened the door. "Come on in Harry." Harry came in, and saw Dumbledore wipe his eyes. "I hope that I'm not interrupting anything, but I need to ask you to do something. Sarah told me to do some things for her and that's where you come in. She left a letter for Oliver and Draco," he took the letters out of his cloak". I wanted to ask you to have someone put in on Draco's bed... And Oliver is with Sarah now so I can't give it to him. So can you personally give it to him?" Dumbledore thought about it for a moment. "Harry I would love to help you, but Sarah asked you to do these things. You should give them the letters yourself. I am sorry, but no." Harry nodded his head. "Thank you. I understand." Harry opened the door. "Harry, I'm very sorry..." Harry cut him off. "Please Professor, I don't need another person to feel sorry for me. I need you, of all people, to understand that." With that he left Dumbledore.
Dumbledore chuckled. He is a lot like is father.
Harry decided to wait on giving Oliver and Draco their letters. So he went to the Astronomy Tower. He looked out of the battlefield that was the schoolyard. He saw the lake and the forest. That blasted forest. There were still a few Ministry workers gathering stunned, or dead, Death Eaters. He sat down, and took out his letter. He saw his name on the envelope. He took a deep breath, and broke the seal. He unfolded the letter as though it was a precious treasure. He began to read it...
Harry,
Hey Harry! I am so glad that we became such great friends this year. I know that you must feel very responsible for my death, but don't. You put yourself under a whole lot of stress that isn't really necessary. It was my choice, and I believe that I made the best one. You have so much potential, and you can do so much good for the world. Don't let hatred and vengeance rule your life.
It isn't your fault that your parents died either. You are blessed to have so many people that love you so much. Please don't let your mother and I have died in vain. I know that you didn't know your mom or dad very well, but I am absolutely that they are extremely proud of you. When I see them in heaven I will tell them what a great son they have.
You are so blessed. You have so many friends. You are famous (even though you don't want that) and you don't even remember what you did. People that love you (except for the Dursley's) surround you. Please don't take this personally, but you are an idiot! You are so lucky. Don't take it for granted. Life is so precious. Now don't let my memory drag you down. Please let my memory be one that is close to your hurt.
I love you Harry Potter. Oh yeah, I told Hermione and Ron (in their letters) that their "feelings" are mutual. So be watching out for that.
Tell Hagrid that no matter what anyone says, dragons can be friendly. He told me the story about Norbert. Poor guy. He just can't seem to find a pet (except Fang) that he can keep.
Give Dumbledore something for me. It is a small box in my trunk (it is a wooden box). Just tell him that I think that it may be of use to him.
Thanks for all that you've done for me. I will miss you terribly. I love you.
Love,
Sarah Bellows
Harry had a smile on his face when he put the letter away. That was a comforting thought that Sarah was with his parents. He looked up at the starry sky, and smiled. He had loved Sarah also (a/n don't worry not the love that Oliver and Draco had). He would always remember her.
He walked back to the common room, and the people in it watched him as though he was crazy. He walked into the girl's dorm, and opened Sarah's trunk. He found the little box, and took it. He walked back down to the common room, and out towards the owlery. He found Hedwig. He wrote a little note.
Professor,
Sarah wanted you to have this. She said that it might be of some use to you.
Harry Potter
He tied the letter and the package to Hedwig's leg. She hooted, and flew away.
Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk when he heard a scratching at his window. He went to the window, and opened it. Hedwig flew in and landed in desk. Dumbledore patted her on the head, and took the package and letter from her. She hooted joyfully, and flew out the open window.
He shut the window. He sat down again, and opened the letter. The untidy scrawl that was Harry's was not easy for him to read. He put the letter down, and opened the small box. Inside it was a little picture of her. He took it out, and underneath it was a letter. In the picture she was winking at him. He unfolded the letter, and read it.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I am sorry to have done this, but I found it necessary. I hope that my parents won't blame you for my actions. Please take this as a token of my appreciation.
Thank you,
Sarah Bellows
He put her picture on his bookshelf. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
Notes- This was one of my longer chapters, isn't that sad. Not the story but that I think that this chapter is long. Well I hope you liked it. I don't even know it Dumbledore's office has windows (oh well, it's my imagination).
Ch.22- Sadness
Draco walked out of the infirmary. He felt as though a train had just hit him. He started to gasp for air. He backed into the wall, and slid down to the ground. He sat there trying to arrange his thoughts. Sarah is dead? ...This can't be. He pulled his legs up to his chest, and began to rock back and forth gently. Sarah is dead... she is. He had heard the news, and had seen it. There was no denying the fact that she was gone. She was so young. Thoughts of things that Sarah could have been passed through his mind. 'Would she have chosen me? I'm so selfish. She is gone forever, and all I can think about is if she would have chosen me. I didn't deserve her... no one did.' He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He knew that if he cried it wouldn't have been over Sarah, he would have cried for himself. He had finally loved someone, and she was gone... 'gone forever'.
Oliver sat there and just held her hand. It was so cold. She was gone. All that was left of her was an empty shell. Oliver wanted so much to just hold her in his arms one more time. To hear her say, "I love you." He just wanted to see the sparkle in her eyes. Thoughts of her haunted his mind. She did what was best. 'She did what she needed to do... She was being so selfish. She probably didn't even consider me... Now I'm being selfish.' He wiped away his tears, and sat there with a far away look on his face. He felt as though he was missing something. He couldn't find anymore tears to cry. They were all gone.
Draco wiped his nose (because it was runny). He tried so hard to keep from crying again. Tears were making his vision blurry. He couldn't contain them anymore. He erupted, and this wasn't a quite whimper, this was a full out sob. The kind of sob that makes you want to cry also. His shoulders racked. He began to wail. Madame Pomfrey came out to see what was going on. "You poor boy." She walked over to him, and was about to rub his back. "Don't touch me. Leave me alone." He didn't even look at her, but he knew the effect that his outburst had made. Madame Pomfrey looked offended, but gave him a sympathetic look. She walked back into the infirmary.
He pushed what had just happened into the back of his mind. He went back to crying. His tears came from so deep within himself that he began to feel sick. He got a nasty taste within his mouth, and tried to swallow it. He began to gag, and it came up. He threw up, but luckily none got on him. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Madame Pomfrey came out again. She handed him a glass of water, and cleaned up the mess. "Thank you." She just nodded. She went back into the room just as fast as she had come out. He contained all his sorrow just long enough to walk outside, and sit where he and Sarah ate lunch. He then unleashed all the raw emotions that had been inside him.
Harry went to Professor Dumbledore's office. Professor Snape was coming out just as Harry walked up. They looked at each other. Normally Snape would have nailed him for wandering around the school, but instead he stepped aside and let Harry into the office. They nodded at each other. Harry entered the office.
Snape stood there for a moment. He could honestly see the sorrow in Harry's eyes. Those big, emerald bloodshot eyes.
Harry knocked on Dumbledore's door. "Excuse me Professor." He opened the door. "Come on in Harry." Harry came in, and saw Dumbledore wipe his eyes. "I hope that I'm not interrupting anything, but I need to ask you to do something. Sarah told me to do some things for her and that's where you come in. She left a letter for Oliver and Draco," he took the letters out of his cloak". I wanted to ask you to have someone put in on Draco's bed... And Oliver is with Sarah now so I can't give it to him. So can you personally give it to him?" Dumbledore thought about it for a moment. "Harry I would love to help you, but Sarah asked you to do these things. You should give them the letters yourself. I am sorry, but no." Harry nodded his head. "Thank you. I understand." Harry opened the door. "Harry, I'm very sorry..." Harry cut him off. "Please Professor, I don't need another person to feel sorry for me. I need you, of all people, to understand that." With that he left Dumbledore.
Dumbledore chuckled. He is a lot like is father.
Harry decided to wait on giving Oliver and Draco their letters. So he went to the Astronomy Tower. He looked out of the battlefield that was the schoolyard. He saw the lake and the forest. That blasted forest. There were still a few Ministry workers gathering stunned, or dead, Death Eaters. He sat down, and took out his letter. He saw his name on the envelope. He took a deep breath, and broke the seal. He unfolded the letter as though it was a precious treasure. He began to read it...
Harry,
Hey Harry! I am so glad that we became such great friends this year. I know that you must feel very responsible for my death, but don't. You put yourself under a whole lot of stress that isn't really necessary. It was my choice, and I believe that I made the best one. You have so much potential, and you can do so much good for the world. Don't let hatred and vengeance rule your life.
It isn't your fault that your parents died either. You are blessed to have so many people that love you so much. Please don't let your mother and I have died in vain. I know that you didn't know your mom or dad very well, but I am absolutely that they are extremely proud of you. When I see them in heaven I will tell them what a great son they have.
You are so blessed. You have so many friends. You are famous (even though you don't want that) and you don't even remember what you did. People that love you (except for the Dursley's) surround you. Please don't take this personally, but you are an idiot! You are so lucky. Don't take it for granted. Life is so precious. Now don't let my memory drag you down. Please let my memory be one that is close to your hurt.
I love you Harry Potter. Oh yeah, I told Hermione and Ron (in their letters) that their "feelings" are mutual. So be watching out for that.
Tell Hagrid that no matter what anyone says, dragons can be friendly. He told me the story about Norbert. Poor guy. He just can't seem to find a pet (except Fang) that he can keep.
Give Dumbledore something for me. It is a small box in my trunk (it is a wooden box). Just tell him that I think that it may be of use to him.
Thanks for all that you've done for me. I will miss you terribly. I love you.
Love,
Sarah Bellows
Harry had a smile on his face when he put the letter away. That was a comforting thought that Sarah was with his parents. He looked up at the starry sky, and smiled. He had loved Sarah also (a/n don't worry not the love that Oliver and Draco had). He would always remember her.
He walked back to the common room, and the people in it watched him as though he was crazy. He walked into the girl's dorm, and opened Sarah's trunk. He found the little box, and took it. He walked back down to the common room, and out towards the owlery. He found Hedwig. He wrote a little note.
Professor,
Sarah wanted you to have this. She said that it might be of some use to you.
Harry Potter
He tied the letter and the package to Hedwig's leg. She hooted, and flew away.
Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk when he heard a scratching at his window. He went to the window, and opened it. Hedwig flew in and landed in desk. Dumbledore patted her on the head, and took the package and letter from her. She hooted joyfully, and flew out the open window.
He shut the window. He sat down again, and opened the letter. The untidy scrawl that was Harry's was not easy for him to read. He put the letter down, and opened the small box. Inside it was a little picture of her. He took it out, and underneath it was a letter. In the picture she was winking at him. He unfolded the letter, and read it.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I am sorry to have done this, but I found it necessary. I hope that my parents won't blame you for my actions. Please take this as a token of my appreciation.
Thank you,
Sarah Bellows
He put her picture on his bookshelf. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
Notes- This was one of my longer chapters, isn't that sad. Not the story but that I think that this chapter is long. Well I hope you liked it. I don't even know it Dumbledore's office has windows (oh well, it's my imagination).