Alternative Ending - 'Misgivings'
Author's note: Due to popular demand, I wrote an alternative ending to the fic that lowered the sadness level a bit. The part in which Snape, Lucius, and Voldemort all die is still there, this only changing the bit during the trial. I personally don't like it very much, so if you liked the original ending don't bother reading this one.
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I paused, looking at the others in the court room. It was eerily silent, all eyes plastered upon my cheeks. At least I wasn't crying, this time.
/I've used up all my tears.../
Someone got up and whispered something into the judges ear, as I looked on with blank eyes. The whisper was harsh.
/Blow, blood, hate - My fogotten soul is built with this.../
"Jury is dismissed for a short recess until they reach their verdict."
/Not to hell, not to hell... /
The jury filed out, and I sat, staring at the floor.
/I am in purgatory, and the only way out is down./
They came back, what seemed like hours later, filing in with unreadable faces.
/I have seen birds fall dead from the sky.../
"Guil- -"
/I have seen the snake drown in it's own blood.../
"Wait! Stop!"
/He even haunts me in the day.../
The entire court stopped and turned to face the young man who had just run through the main door. "No! Wait! He's not guilty!"
/It can't be you... It can't.../
"He's not guilty. He turned, just before the end. He's not guilty. He's not."
/But... my hands... They're red with your blood... red.../
Ginny screamed, and collasped to the floor.
/It's not... You're not... /
"It can't be...." "Harry Potter?" "But he's dead!" "That Draco killed him! I saw it!" "It's necromancy, I tell you!"
/I am dreaming, a horrible wonderful dream.../
"How..?" Stammered the judge, "How is this...?"
/You came. You came for me.../
"I was, indeed, almost dead, but Malfoy did not kill me. And, if he hadn't struck me, a death eater would have surely killed me." Harry said, for it was Harry. I stared, mouth slightly gaping.
/This isn't possible... It isn't, it isn't.../
What happened then was so quick that I hardly knew what happened, as he strode up and pulled me into his arms laughing. He was weeping, too. He always hung his heart on his sleeve.
/I killed you, I killed you..../
I began to laugh and weep as well, my head burried into his shoulder, digging my fingers into his bloodied sweater.
/I'm saved.../
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Author's note: Due to popular demand, I wrote an alternative ending to the fic that lowered the sadness level a bit. The part in which Snape, Lucius, and Voldemort all die is still there, this only changing the bit during the trial. I personally don't like it very much, so if you liked the original ending don't bother reading this one.
~*~
I paused, looking at the others in the court room. It was eerily silent, all eyes plastered upon my cheeks. At least I wasn't crying, this time.
/I've used up all my tears.../
Someone got up and whispered something into the judges ear, as I looked on with blank eyes. The whisper was harsh.
/Blow, blood, hate - My fogotten soul is built with this.../
"Jury is dismissed for a short recess until they reach their verdict."
/Not to hell, not to hell... /
The jury filed out, and I sat, staring at the floor.
/I am in purgatory, and the only way out is down./
They came back, what seemed like hours later, filing in with unreadable faces.
/I have seen birds fall dead from the sky.../
"Guil- -"
/I have seen the snake drown in it's own blood.../
"Wait! Stop!"
/He even haunts me in the day.../
The entire court stopped and turned to face the young man who had just run through the main door. "No! Wait! He's not guilty!"
/It can't be you... It can't.../
"He's not guilty. He turned, just before the end. He's not guilty. He's not."
/But... my hands... They're red with your blood... red.../
Ginny screamed, and collasped to the floor.
/It's not... You're not... /
"It can't be...." "Harry Potter?" "But he's dead!" "That Draco killed him! I saw it!" "It's necromancy, I tell you!"
/I am dreaming, a horrible wonderful dream.../
"How..?" Stammered the judge, "How is this...?"
/You came. You came for me.../
"I was, indeed, almost dead, but Malfoy did not kill me. And, if he hadn't struck me, a death eater would have surely killed me." Harry said, for it was Harry. I stared, mouth slightly gaping.
/This isn't possible... It isn't, it isn't.../
What happened then was so quick that I hardly knew what happened, as he strode up and pulled me into his arms laughing. He was weeping, too. He always hung his heart on his sleeve.
/I killed you, I killed you..../
I began to laugh and weep as well, my head burried into his shoulder, digging my fingers into his bloodied sweater.
/I'm saved.../
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