Notes- I know that this has taken along time for me to post, but I had to
get it just right. This was a very difficult chapter to write, because this
is were I had to tie everything together. I couldn't make it too deep or
too light, because this is a pretty deep story. So there was my dilemma.
But here it is, drum roll please...
Ch.25- Saying Goodbye
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and basically all the other students arrived at the memorial service about the same time. It was right after dinner, so no one had an excuse to miss it. Oliver had arrived with Harry. They sat near the front, but not front row. Sarah's parents had already come and taken her body, so in place of it was a small picture surrounded by candles. All of the students had been instructed to bring a red rose, but Oliver had brought a white one. Dumbledore stood up on the small platform and got everyone's attention.
"I want to thank you all for coming. There is not a lot that I can say about this girl that I haven't already. I would like for anyone who knew her to come and say a few words. Would anyone like to volunteer?"
There was a moment of silence and Harry raised his hand. Dumbledore smiled down at Harry as he made his way to the stage. Harry stood there for a moment looking at everyone there. "I wanted to thank her, and tell her that everything here is now going to be great, but that won't happen. I know, as well as everyone here, that Voldemort is dead, but that doesn't mean that another evil cannot rise up.
As long as there is good in this world, then there will always be evil to try to destroy it. We are temporarily safe, because in a matter of time some other evil will come. I wish that her sacrifice would leave a more lasting mark. It will always have a mark on me, and those who knew her. But you here now are only affected by this for a short time.
I believe that we should honor her, but I believe that we should be watching and waiting. We cannot let this tragedy tear us down. So I have come to tell her that I will never forget her, but that I need to get on with my life. I came to tell her goodbye. I read somewhere that there is, 'A time to be born, and a time to die... a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance... a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.'
I believe that it is now a time to mourn, to keep silence, and to build up. But soon once again there will be a time of hate, of war, a time to kill... and a time to die.
Right now we should mourn over the lose of this girl, and a time to laugh over the times we had with her. This is the time to love... to love everyone. Thank you." They started to clap. Harry walked to the small Sarah "shrine", and lay a single red rose there. He mumbled under his breath, "Goodbye, and thank you. I won't forget you." He took his place back in his seat.
Dumbledore stood back up on that stage. "That was very well put. Would anyone else like to say anything?" He had barely got out those words when Oliver stood and made his way to the stage.
Dumbledore graciously moved out of Oliver's way. They smiled at each other. Oliver cleared his throat.
"I am really nervous, so please bare with me. I don't have any poetic way of putting what I have to say, so I'll just come out with it. As many of you know Sarah and I went out. There isn't a lot to say about that. I loved her. It happened to fast, and she was far too young. I fell head-over-heels for her, and she just felt light-headed.
She loved me with the type of love you have for a dear friend, or brother. I was to love-struck to see that then. I am not angry now, and I simply can't make myself.
The only thing that I am angry about is that she felt obligated to me. She fell in love with someone else, and couldn't bring herself to end it with me. I fear that the other person should be angry with me, because I was selfish. I am pretty sure that you all know who the 'other' person is, but in all actuality I was the 'other' person.
You have all shown me such kindness, and have shunned the true person who should have received the kindness." There were a few gasps. Draco thought that Oliver had gone crazy. Maybe the stress had been too much.
"I want to apologize, because I ruined people's happiness. I ruined her last moments because I was acting like a child, and wouldn't give her up. I am sorry Draco, because I think that she truly loved you." He started to cry a little. "I came here to thank her for being so kind, even though she knew that she loved someone else. I wanted to apologize to her because I was an idiot. And I came to say goodbye." He walked down and put another rose next to Harry's. No one clapped; no one made a sound. They didn't know what to do. Oliver stayed up there saying his goodbye.
That consisted of, "I am sorry. I did loved you, but I was too selfish to see that he could have made you happy... What you asked me to do, forget you that is, is too hard. I promise to go on with my life, but I can't just simply forget you..."
*Draco's POV*
He decided that he wouldn't go to the memorial service. He would go after everyone had gone to bed.
He couldn't believe that all of the Slytherins had gone, but was relieved to be alone.
*
No one said anything as they lay down their flowers, and said their thanks. Even Pansy put a flower down, and she whispered, "I'm sorry."
No one gave another speech about Sarah. No one even said anything as they made their way back to the castle. 'A time for silence' rang in all their heads.
They made their way to their common room, and soon to bed.
Draco was sure that everyone in his house was asleep, and made his way to the lake. He didn't see anyone there, and so he headed quickly over to the huge pile of flowers. He laid his water lily on top (a/n a water lily because her birthday is in July). He looked at the picture square in the eyes, as if he were really talking to her. "God this is hard. I came here to tell you goodbye. I never thought that I would have to tell you that. But I never thought that I would love you either. I miss you terribly. What I wouldn't do for one more minute... just another second. Even if you had chosen Oliver, just to know that you're all right." He started to cry. "I've been doing this a lot lately, but I just wish that the pain would go away. I will always love you, remember 'I will always be with you'." He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked at the hand, and then to the face that it belonged to. It was the face that he least wanted to see. It was Oliver.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
"What are you doing here?"
"Well you weren't here tonight, and there was something that I needed to tell you. Don't worry I didn't hear anything."
There was an awkward silence. "What do you want?"
"I wanted to apologize. And I wanted to give you this."
"What are you apologizing for?"
"Because Sarah loved you, and I kept her from you. She only loved me as a brother, but she truly loved you. I know that there is nothing I can say to bring her back, but I needed to tell you."
"Why are you saying this? Did she tell you this?"
"Not exactly, but I just know. I know that this may sound crazy but she loved you. Just read that. I have really got to go. I am so sorry." And he summoned a broom from somewhere and flew away.
Draco let everything sink in. What a hard thing to comprehend.
Draco soon found himself all alone. 'She would have chosen me?' He began to walk towards the small shrine... He fell to his knees. "Why!?" He questioned the small picture of Sarah. He didn't want to cry again, and fought very hard to keep them in his eyes. He memorized that smiling face, the face that he would always remember. He got up and wiped his eyes a final time. He took that picture of Sarah and held it close to his heart.
He went to his dorm room, and placed it safely in his trunk. He opened the letter that Oliver had given him. He was surprised because a picture fell out. It was Sarah; she was on the Quidditch pitch blowing kisses at him. He read the letter.
Draco,
I hope that the picture is still in here when you get this. I lied to her. I told her that I needed another picture of her, because the other one she had given me had been destroyed (but it really wasn't). Please keep this safe.
I am truly sorry.
Oliver
He put the picture in his trunk along with the letter. He wrote a small note in response.
Oliver,
Thanks, and it's okay.
Draco
He sent it out the next morning. He then went back to his normal self. The sneering, the name calling, basically the bad guy attitude. He always kept the pictures close to him. He also got to keep the diary that he had given her (but since it was his know it was a journal). He didn't use it often because he didn't want to appear feminine. There were a few entries that Sarah had made, but I think those are a little too personal to share.
Harry was just the all around good guy. Prefect. Quidditch captain. But above all "The Boy Who Loved" (more than once). He was fine with the death of Sarah, because he felt that he had done everything that she had asked. There was always a pang of guilt when he thought of her, because there are just a few things that even time can't heal.
Ron and Hermione did go out, and I will leave the rest of this little story to you.
Fred and George made all of Sarah's designs. After graduation they opened up their joke shop, and some of their best selling items were hers.
Oliver married a fellow Quidditch player (it was a girl). He played for several other teams, before a tragic accident ended his Quidditch career. He worked at a Quidditch supply store, but couldn't stay away from the game. He now announces with Lee Jordan at all of the games.
Sarah has stayed alive, because she has effected with her life. She has been immortalized in the minds of adults and children alike. They teach about her at Hogwarts, and you'll often hear a teacher say, "I knew her. She was a bit of a trouble maker." Sarah the Brave is what she is called. She truly was a Gryffindor.
Notes- I finally finished! I finished my first fanfic! Aren't you proud of me? I am a little sad, because I will miss writing about Sarah. But I have decided that my further Harry Potter stories won't be OC. I know that sucks, but I will hopefully be working on a DM/HG or any suggestions?
Juvenus- Thanks for all your reviews. They are greatly appreciated. I hoped that this ending was satisfactory, or at least not too crappy. I'm glad that you have liked it thus far. ^__^
Little Ray of Moonlight05- Well I hope that this was a better than the other chapter 25. Was it? I really hope so. Well thanks for your faithful reviews, and I hope that yours just keep growing.
Ch.25- Saying Goodbye
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and basically all the other students arrived at the memorial service about the same time. It was right after dinner, so no one had an excuse to miss it. Oliver had arrived with Harry. They sat near the front, but not front row. Sarah's parents had already come and taken her body, so in place of it was a small picture surrounded by candles. All of the students had been instructed to bring a red rose, but Oliver had brought a white one. Dumbledore stood up on the small platform and got everyone's attention.
"I want to thank you all for coming. There is not a lot that I can say about this girl that I haven't already. I would like for anyone who knew her to come and say a few words. Would anyone like to volunteer?"
There was a moment of silence and Harry raised his hand. Dumbledore smiled down at Harry as he made his way to the stage. Harry stood there for a moment looking at everyone there. "I wanted to thank her, and tell her that everything here is now going to be great, but that won't happen. I know, as well as everyone here, that Voldemort is dead, but that doesn't mean that another evil cannot rise up.
As long as there is good in this world, then there will always be evil to try to destroy it. We are temporarily safe, because in a matter of time some other evil will come. I wish that her sacrifice would leave a more lasting mark. It will always have a mark on me, and those who knew her. But you here now are only affected by this for a short time.
I believe that we should honor her, but I believe that we should be watching and waiting. We cannot let this tragedy tear us down. So I have come to tell her that I will never forget her, but that I need to get on with my life. I came to tell her goodbye. I read somewhere that there is, 'A time to be born, and a time to die... a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance... a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.'
I believe that it is now a time to mourn, to keep silence, and to build up. But soon once again there will be a time of hate, of war, a time to kill... and a time to die.
Right now we should mourn over the lose of this girl, and a time to laugh over the times we had with her. This is the time to love... to love everyone. Thank you." They started to clap. Harry walked to the small Sarah "shrine", and lay a single red rose there. He mumbled under his breath, "Goodbye, and thank you. I won't forget you." He took his place back in his seat.
Dumbledore stood back up on that stage. "That was very well put. Would anyone else like to say anything?" He had barely got out those words when Oliver stood and made his way to the stage.
Dumbledore graciously moved out of Oliver's way. They smiled at each other. Oliver cleared his throat.
"I am really nervous, so please bare with me. I don't have any poetic way of putting what I have to say, so I'll just come out with it. As many of you know Sarah and I went out. There isn't a lot to say about that. I loved her. It happened to fast, and she was far too young. I fell head-over-heels for her, and she just felt light-headed.
She loved me with the type of love you have for a dear friend, or brother. I was to love-struck to see that then. I am not angry now, and I simply can't make myself.
The only thing that I am angry about is that she felt obligated to me. She fell in love with someone else, and couldn't bring herself to end it with me. I fear that the other person should be angry with me, because I was selfish. I am pretty sure that you all know who the 'other' person is, but in all actuality I was the 'other' person.
You have all shown me such kindness, and have shunned the true person who should have received the kindness." There were a few gasps. Draco thought that Oliver had gone crazy. Maybe the stress had been too much.
"I want to apologize, because I ruined people's happiness. I ruined her last moments because I was acting like a child, and wouldn't give her up. I am sorry Draco, because I think that she truly loved you." He started to cry a little. "I came here to thank her for being so kind, even though she knew that she loved someone else. I wanted to apologize to her because I was an idiot. And I came to say goodbye." He walked down and put another rose next to Harry's. No one clapped; no one made a sound. They didn't know what to do. Oliver stayed up there saying his goodbye.
That consisted of, "I am sorry. I did loved you, but I was too selfish to see that he could have made you happy... What you asked me to do, forget you that is, is too hard. I promise to go on with my life, but I can't just simply forget you..."
*Draco's POV*
He decided that he wouldn't go to the memorial service. He would go after everyone had gone to bed.
He couldn't believe that all of the Slytherins had gone, but was relieved to be alone.
*
No one said anything as they lay down their flowers, and said their thanks. Even Pansy put a flower down, and she whispered, "I'm sorry."
No one gave another speech about Sarah. No one even said anything as they made their way back to the castle. 'A time for silence' rang in all their heads.
They made their way to their common room, and soon to bed.
Draco was sure that everyone in his house was asleep, and made his way to the lake. He didn't see anyone there, and so he headed quickly over to the huge pile of flowers. He laid his water lily on top (a/n a water lily because her birthday is in July). He looked at the picture square in the eyes, as if he were really talking to her. "God this is hard. I came here to tell you goodbye. I never thought that I would have to tell you that. But I never thought that I would love you either. I miss you terribly. What I wouldn't do for one more minute... just another second. Even if you had chosen Oliver, just to know that you're all right." He started to cry. "I've been doing this a lot lately, but I just wish that the pain would go away. I will always love you, remember 'I will always be with you'." He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked at the hand, and then to the face that it belonged to. It was the face that he least wanted to see. It was Oliver.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
"What are you doing here?"
"Well you weren't here tonight, and there was something that I needed to tell you. Don't worry I didn't hear anything."
There was an awkward silence. "What do you want?"
"I wanted to apologize. And I wanted to give you this."
"What are you apologizing for?"
"Because Sarah loved you, and I kept her from you. She only loved me as a brother, but she truly loved you. I know that there is nothing I can say to bring her back, but I needed to tell you."
"Why are you saying this? Did she tell you this?"
"Not exactly, but I just know. I know that this may sound crazy but she loved you. Just read that. I have really got to go. I am so sorry." And he summoned a broom from somewhere and flew away.
Draco let everything sink in. What a hard thing to comprehend.
Draco soon found himself all alone. 'She would have chosen me?' He began to walk towards the small shrine... He fell to his knees. "Why!?" He questioned the small picture of Sarah. He didn't want to cry again, and fought very hard to keep them in his eyes. He memorized that smiling face, the face that he would always remember. He got up and wiped his eyes a final time. He took that picture of Sarah and held it close to his heart.
He went to his dorm room, and placed it safely in his trunk. He opened the letter that Oliver had given him. He was surprised because a picture fell out. It was Sarah; she was on the Quidditch pitch blowing kisses at him. He read the letter.
Draco,
I hope that the picture is still in here when you get this. I lied to her. I told her that I needed another picture of her, because the other one she had given me had been destroyed (but it really wasn't). Please keep this safe.
I am truly sorry.
Oliver
He put the picture in his trunk along with the letter. He wrote a small note in response.
Oliver,
Thanks, and it's okay.
Draco
He sent it out the next morning. He then went back to his normal self. The sneering, the name calling, basically the bad guy attitude. He always kept the pictures close to him. He also got to keep the diary that he had given her (but since it was his know it was a journal). He didn't use it often because he didn't want to appear feminine. There were a few entries that Sarah had made, but I think those are a little too personal to share.
Harry was just the all around good guy. Prefect. Quidditch captain. But above all "The Boy Who Loved" (more than once). He was fine with the death of Sarah, because he felt that he had done everything that she had asked. There was always a pang of guilt when he thought of her, because there are just a few things that even time can't heal.
Ron and Hermione did go out, and I will leave the rest of this little story to you.
Fred and George made all of Sarah's designs. After graduation they opened up their joke shop, and some of their best selling items were hers.
Oliver married a fellow Quidditch player (it was a girl). He played for several other teams, before a tragic accident ended his Quidditch career. He worked at a Quidditch supply store, but couldn't stay away from the game. He now announces with Lee Jordan at all of the games.
Sarah has stayed alive, because she has effected with her life. She has been immortalized in the minds of adults and children alike. They teach about her at Hogwarts, and you'll often hear a teacher say, "I knew her. She was a bit of a trouble maker." Sarah the Brave is what she is called. She truly was a Gryffindor.
Notes- I finally finished! I finished my first fanfic! Aren't you proud of me? I am a little sad, because I will miss writing about Sarah. But I have decided that my further Harry Potter stories won't be OC. I know that sucks, but I will hopefully be working on a DM/HG or any suggestions?
Juvenus- Thanks for all your reviews. They are greatly appreciated. I hoped that this ending was satisfactory, or at least not too crappy. I'm glad that you have liked it thus far. ^__^
Little Ray of Moonlight05- Well I hope that this was a better than the other chapter 25. Was it? I really hope so. Well thanks for your faithful reviews, and I hope that yours just keep growing.