Do Not Weep


The days were dark, everyone knew that. But when the body of Virginia Weasly was found on the cold shores of the Hogwarts lake, her lifeless brown eyes still held the defiance in them that she had when she had died. Her mouth still set in a hard line, the dark mark standing our on her pale skin like a black rose among white roses. Her small delicate hand still clutched around her wand. This discovery had upset the entire wizarding community. It gave them a new spirit to fight, yet another reason to see why they needed to fight.
The students that found her body was none other than her brother, Ron Weasly, and his girlfriend Hermione Granger. Maybe it was Ron's hysterical sobs ringing as the sun appeared, or maybe it was Hermione's shrill screams that brought Draco's attention from the rising sun, to the glittering lake and its sandy shores. He did not know; all he could think of was last night. True he had no regrets about today, he cherished every moment he spent with her, but that could not stop him from hurting the way he did. When she was killed, it was almost as if part of him died with her. His steel gray eyes, were a devoid of any emotion.
A translucent tear made its way down his pale face, falling to the ground where he sat. He watched as Professor Snape ran to where the two Gryfindor's stood, firmly moving Ron out of his way. Silently he picked up her body and slowly made his way to the castle, having the Ron and Hermione follow behind them. Draco, stood up and walked out of the door of the astronomy tower. Professor Snape had been there that night; he knew the truth of what had happened, as did Draco.
As he walked down the winding astronomy stairs, he watched as McGonagal and Professor Dumbledore ran down the hall to meet Severus. He watched for a moment as Madame Pomfrey shook her head as she saw the body of Ginny Weasly, and took her into the Hospital wing. Ron stood there dumbfounded, his sobs had by this time subsided, but the tears still ran down his face. Hermione, her eyes bright but she had refused to cry, she needed to be strong. Her face was paler than usual and her lower lip trembled. Hot tears ran down her numb face.
Draco turned into the direction of the dungeons. He would not be welcomed at the Hospital wing; especially when the rest of her family arrived.
When he arrived at the dungeons, he took sat on the green couch and stared into the bright fire. He watched as the flames leaped at the stone fire place, not moving, not speaking.
A hand placed itself on his shoulder. Draco didn't need to look up to know who it was.
"I loved a Gryfindor too, Draco," Severus' cool voice told him.
"Did she meet her death like Ginny did? Doing something as dangerous as what she did?" Draco asked, his voice colder and bitter.
"Yes, she did on both accounts. Voldermort killed her because of her job; she had something that he had wanted."
"Who was it?" Draco asked, his eyes never leaving the fire.
A soft sigh was heard, and the answer was even softer, "Lily Evans."
"Potter's mother?"
"Yes. I loved her, but she loved Potter. There was nothing I could do about that, but she was aware of my love for her, and she did not loathe me, as her husband did. I looked over her."
"Then why did you join the Dark Lord?"
"There were many reasons why, mostly because of the power that was promised to me."
"But then you saw what happened to the Potters and did not want to be a part of it any longer. Isn't that right?"
"I saw my one love be killed, in front of me, and Voldermort was aware of it. That is what turned me, that is what made me want to help fight the right side."
"Does it still hurt?"
"It will always hurt Draco. The pain will never go away."
Draco didn't say anything, and for a while neither did Severus. The silence stayed that way until Severus spoke again.
"Miss Weasly's funeral will be held in a weeks time; she will be buried in a small town near Gordric's Hollow. You have a chance to do something that I was unable to do. I suggest you take advantage of that."
Draco turned his attention away from the fire and watched as Severus Snape walked out of the common room, more than likely to be at the meeting that was being held for the teachers.
"You have the chance to do something that I was unable to do. I suggest you take advantage of that," Draco murmured.


The funeral was no different from the other wizarding burials, that had been held. Ginny was being held in a sleek black casket, that reminded Draco of the one Muggles often used. But unlike Muggle funerals, each of the Weasly's has placed an item in the casket with Ginny. Draco, looked on from behind the tree where he stood, close enough to hear what Dumbledore was saying. He paid no attention to it, and looked at the entire Weasly clan, that stood before Dumbledore.
Mr. And Mrs. Weasly, both in black robes sat there crying, Arthur holding his wife in his arms as close as he could, silent tears coming down his cheeks.
Ron stood there, his face sullen, his eyes a devoid of emotion. His arm hung loosely on Hermione's shoulders, which were rising up and down, as she cried.
The twins were serious, their faces also sullen. Never had anyone seen the two without grins on their faces; the two were hardly ever serious.
Percy, sat rigid in his chair his face impassive. His eyes darted around for a moment and then rested at the casket in front of him. He had made no noise since the news of Ginny's death.
The eldest Weasly's Bill and Charlie, still had the shell shocked expressions on their faces. But they were both angry. Angry that their little sister's life had been taken away from in the blink of an eye.
Life was unfair.
Harry Potter stood next to Ron with the dog at his feet, his green eyes were dull as if the life had been sucked out of him. His hair seemed messier than before, and his face more tired. He looked older than seventeen, much more worried.
As Dumbledore ended his speech, he looked around, his blue eyes searching for the blonde haired Draco, in the sea of red. He did not see him.
After Dumbledore had stepped off of the podium, the Weasly's left one by one. Now only Harry and the dog stood there, watching the casket, as if waiting for it to magically disappear.
Now Draco let himself be known. He walked toward the casket, clutching a ring in his hand. The thin gold band sparkled in the morning sun and the jade gem in it sparkled. He opened the cover of the casket and let it stay open. Draco traced Ginny's jaw line with his thumb, and let a tear fall onto her face. He took her slender hand, and placed the ring on it.
"Ginny, I love you more than anything. If you would have let me, I would have let my life be taken instead of yours; not many would mourn my death. I love you Ginny."
With that said, he gently placed the casket lid back in place. On the top of it he added a single red rose.
Harry walked over to Draco, and handed him a piece of parchment. Draco looked at him, and for a moment said nothing.
"Why?"
"Because, your not that bad of a person."
Harry turned away and walked away. The black do followed behind him. He stopped and looked at Draco, then he turned and ran after Harry.

Draco unrolled the parchment and saw the familiar writing.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift rush
Of birds circling in flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand on my grave and weep
I am not there.
I do not sleep.

The Muggle poem they had found together while through a book. At the time they had laughed at it, saying that it was rubbish. Now he looked at the words and realized that they meant more than they did before. At the end of the poem there was an added line.

But I will wait, for you
No matter how much time it will take,

Draco lifted his head, and felt the cold wind blow on him. He shivered slightly, and turned away.
"I know that you will; and your death will be avenged, no matter what it will take."
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Well then, now that this over I must put the disclaimer.
Not only do the characters not belong to me, the poem does not either. The poem was found in Chicken Soup for the Soul, and the author was unknown. I think that this is the end of the fic, so I hope you enjoyed it, as much as I enjoyed writing it.