Author Notes: Kari Lynn - We might just see Harry again in the future! Keep
reading! (Hint: Being a dedicated Harry Potter fan, I'd never break a Harry
Potter Amendment - especially one so critical!)
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Hogwarts was closed that very next day. We all left our home away from
home, many of us in tears. All of us sixth years spent the train ride home
mourning over Harry (excluding the Slytherins, of course. They didn't give
a damn). Quite a few younger students were just as upset. Most of the
students on the train couldn't say that they were especially upset about
Harry's death. Sure, it was a loss, they'd say. But they didn't know him.
Well, they knew the boy who lived... but none of them truly knew him as his
friends had.
The train ride seemed to last days, although it was only a few hours. I ended up falling asleep for some time. I woke up just as we arrived at the train stations.
"C'mon Krystal," Roxeanne said as she began to walk off the train. "I can see our parents."
Sure enough, my parents and Roxenne's parents were there waiting for us.
"Hi guys," I said, trying to fake a smile. "Here's my stuff." My older sister, Arianna, helped me with my bags. "Thanks," I said. I noticed that she had not said a word.
"Krystal!" Roxeanne called just as she was leaving. "Write me when you get home!"
"Okay!" I called back. "See you!" Then I turned to Arianna and said, "You heard about everything, I'm guessing."
She nodded in reply. "Are you okay?"
"Not really," I told her. Then mum and dad caught up to us and I knew it wasn't safe to talk about my feelings there anymore. Sure, I could tell my parents how upset I was but I could only talk to Arianna about my real feelings. I could surely tell her that I felt helpless and lost without him. I knew she'd understand, or at least listen, if I told her that Harry was everything to me and... with him gone, I've become nothing. It was as easy as talking to Roxeanne, I think. The only difference was that Roxeanne would actually understand what I was talking about since she experienced the same as I had.
I arrived home hoping that I'd be able to go in my room and just mull over my own thoughts. I had hoped to be alone for a little, as I hadn't been in quite some time. Unfortunately I was stopped halfway up the staircase to my bedroom by my mother's voice.
"Krystal, could you come here for a moment?" She was in the kitchen with my father and Arianna. "We'd like to talk with you."
"What is it?" I asked, although I already knew what she wanted to talk about. I absent mindedly petted our the puppy that had jumped into my lap.
"Are you all right, dear? This must be horrible for you."
"Well, yeah. Of course it is. What do you expect? My boyfriend is dead." I clasped my hand over my mouth, realizing what I had just said. I knew it was true but because I said it, I unwillingly confirmed that it was true... something I had been avoiding. I didn't want to believe it, no matter how many people knew it was true. Tears formed at my eyes and I buried my face in my arms.
"It's all right," Arianna told me, patting my back. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
I appreciated that more than she could've ever imagined and I took the opportunity to escape to my room. As I laid in my bed, I sunk into the feel of familiarity and took a look around my bed. Oh, I did indeed miss my room every year while I was at Hogwarts, but only now did I really appreciate the fact that my room, unlike so many other things in life, would be the same every year when I returned home. It would always be the same as I left it and when I returned, it would welcome me back with a sense of something that lasts forever. I soon drifted asleep.
When I awoke a few hours later, I remembered to write to Roxeanne.
Dear Roxeanne,
Hey! Did you get home all right? Well, you guessed right - my parents wanted to have one of those deep talks as soon as I got home. Lucky for me, Arianna was there and I got away. Anyway, how are you? Did you talk to your parents yet? I guess all our families got sent the same letter from Dumbledore and the staff explaining things...
You're going to the funeral, right? I hope so. Want to go together? I heard it's going to be held this weekend. They're supposedly burying him in the cemetery in Hogsmeade. Interesting spot... especially since it hasn't been used in years. Well, write back about going together. See you soon!
Love,
Krystal
I sent the letter off with my owl, Siddy, and looked at the clock. It was flashing the time 10:37. My family lived on a street of Muggles, so we had many Muggle devices (such things as clocks, radios and a telephone incase neighbors stopped by).
I got a letter from Roxeanne and we decided to go to Harry's funeral together. It was a miserable day outside. It was pouring and Dumbledore put up a charm so that we didn't get wet. The funeral attracted a lot of attention. People who didn't know Harry were there but that was expected... after all, this was Harry we're talking about.
Harry was buried with some of his less useful or memorable possessions. He wore, by request of Mrs. Weasley, the last sweater she had made him. The majority of his things were now in possession of Sirius Black but most people didn't know this seeing as how Sirius was on the run from the Ministry of Magic. Snuffles was there, however. He was the mopiest dog I'd ever seen. Ron and Hermione were there together, of course, but I didn't see them much. The spent the whole time talking silently with each other. When I went over to say hello, it was very awkward. I saw Snuffles go up to them and they sat down and pet him, whispering to him. Every so often I'd hear him make a noise in response.
Ron and Hermione began dating, not to anyone's surprise, only two days after hearing about Harry's death. We all knew they'd become drawn to each other because of it and Ron had already liked Hermione for years. I guess that Harry's death caused them to lean upon each other for support in different ways than some might've expected.
I silently promised myself that I'd never forget Harry, which was true. I also told myself that I'd never care for anyone like I did for Harry. That was true too, I think. Harry was my first boyfriend ever and, though many people probably thing it was a schoolgirl's infatuation, he will always be there in my heart. I'm close to positive that I will subconsciously compare every boyfriend I ever have to Harry. Harry was my first boyfriend. More importantly, he was my friend.
We all left the cemetery thinking the exact same thing, What happens now? Harry, our hero, was gone. Lord Voldemort was sure to rise to power once again... and where did that leave all of us? Only our elders really had any idea of what would happen now... and they still couldn't be certain. Everyone anywhere around my age had no idea what mass terror Voldemort could unleash. Because of that, we were more frightened than anyone.
I guess what they say is true, I thought, the worst part... is not knowing.
The End
Author Notes: Well, what do you think? It's been a rough 20 something chapters, but did you like it? No, I probably won't end their 'Forever Love' here. I might be writing a sequel that will *most likely* have OOTP flashbacks and be much more. dark, I'd think. With the plans that I have (although plans change) Krystal will be facing more psychological problems (not necessarily HER psychological problems, mind you) in the sequel. I'll let you know what the sequel's title will be as soon as I start it up. In the meantime, I recommend you read: "The Marauders Discover the Harry Potter Series" by Destiny. Just look at my favorite stories or authors and she should be there!
The train ride seemed to last days, although it was only a few hours. I ended up falling asleep for some time. I woke up just as we arrived at the train stations.
"C'mon Krystal," Roxeanne said as she began to walk off the train. "I can see our parents."
Sure enough, my parents and Roxenne's parents were there waiting for us.
"Hi guys," I said, trying to fake a smile. "Here's my stuff." My older sister, Arianna, helped me with my bags. "Thanks," I said. I noticed that she had not said a word.
"Krystal!" Roxeanne called just as she was leaving. "Write me when you get home!"
"Okay!" I called back. "See you!" Then I turned to Arianna and said, "You heard about everything, I'm guessing."
She nodded in reply. "Are you okay?"
"Not really," I told her. Then mum and dad caught up to us and I knew it wasn't safe to talk about my feelings there anymore. Sure, I could tell my parents how upset I was but I could only talk to Arianna about my real feelings. I could surely tell her that I felt helpless and lost without him. I knew she'd understand, or at least listen, if I told her that Harry was everything to me and... with him gone, I've become nothing. It was as easy as talking to Roxeanne, I think. The only difference was that Roxeanne would actually understand what I was talking about since she experienced the same as I had.
I arrived home hoping that I'd be able to go in my room and just mull over my own thoughts. I had hoped to be alone for a little, as I hadn't been in quite some time. Unfortunately I was stopped halfway up the staircase to my bedroom by my mother's voice.
"Krystal, could you come here for a moment?" She was in the kitchen with my father and Arianna. "We'd like to talk with you."
"What is it?" I asked, although I already knew what she wanted to talk about. I absent mindedly petted our the puppy that had jumped into my lap.
"Are you all right, dear? This must be horrible for you."
"Well, yeah. Of course it is. What do you expect? My boyfriend is dead." I clasped my hand over my mouth, realizing what I had just said. I knew it was true but because I said it, I unwillingly confirmed that it was true... something I had been avoiding. I didn't want to believe it, no matter how many people knew it was true. Tears formed at my eyes and I buried my face in my arms.
"It's all right," Arianna told me, patting my back. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
I appreciated that more than she could've ever imagined and I took the opportunity to escape to my room. As I laid in my bed, I sunk into the feel of familiarity and took a look around my bed. Oh, I did indeed miss my room every year while I was at Hogwarts, but only now did I really appreciate the fact that my room, unlike so many other things in life, would be the same every year when I returned home. It would always be the same as I left it and when I returned, it would welcome me back with a sense of something that lasts forever. I soon drifted asleep.
When I awoke a few hours later, I remembered to write to Roxeanne.
Dear Roxeanne,
Hey! Did you get home all right? Well, you guessed right - my parents wanted to have one of those deep talks as soon as I got home. Lucky for me, Arianna was there and I got away. Anyway, how are you? Did you talk to your parents yet? I guess all our families got sent the same letter from Dumbledore and the staff explaining things...
You're going to the funeral, right? I hope so. Want to go together? I heard it's going to be held this weekend. They're supposedly burying him in the cemetery in Hogsmeade. Interesting spot... especially since it hasn't been used in years. Well, write back about going together. See you soon!
Love,
Krystal
I sent the letter off with my owl, Siddy, and looked at the clock. It was flashing the time 10:37. My family lived on a street of Muggles, so we had many Muggle devices (such things as clocks, radios and a telephone incase neighbors stopped by).
I got a letter from Roxeanne and we decided to go to Harry's funeral together. It was a miserable day outside. It was pouring and Dumbledore put up a charm so that we didn't get wet. The funeral attracted a lot of attention. People who didn't know Harry were there but that was expected... after all, this was Harry we're talking about.
Harry was buried with some of his less useful or memorable possessions. He wore, by request of Mrs. Weasley, the last sweater she had made him. The majority of his things were now in possession of Sirius Black but most people didn't know this seeing as how Sirius was on the run from the Ministry of Magic. Snuffles was there, however. He was the mopiest dog I'd ever seen. Ron and Hermione were there together, of course, but I didn't see them much. The spent the whole time talking silently with each other. When I went over to say hello, it was very awkward. I saw Snuffles go up to them and they sat down and pet him, whispering to him. Every so often I'd hear him make a noise in response.
Ron and Hermione began dating, not to anyone's surprise, only two days after hearing about Harry's death. We all knew they'd become drawn to each other because of it and Ron had already liked Hermione for years. I guess that Harry's death caused them to lean upon each other for support in different ways than some might've expected.
I silently promised myself that I'd never forget Harry, which was true. I also told myself that I'd never care for anyone like I did for Harry. That was true too, I think. Harry was my first boyfriend ever and, though many people probably thing it was a schoolgirl's infatuation, he will always be there in my heart. I'm close to positive that I will subconsciously compare every boyfriend I ever have to Harry. Harry was my first boyfriend. More importantly, he was my friend.
We all left the cemetery thinking the exact same thing, What happens now? Harry, our hero, was gone. Lord Voldemort was sure to rise to power once again... and where did that leave all of us? Only our elders really had any idea of what would happen now... and they still couldn't be certain. Everyone anywhere around my age had no idea what mass terror Voldemort could unleash. Because of that, we were more frightened than anyone.
I guess what they say is true, I thought, the worst part... is not knowing.
The End
Author Notes: Well, what do you think? It's been a rough 20 something chapters, but did you like it? No, I probably won't end their 'Forever Love' here. I might be writing a sequel that will *most likely* have OOTP flashbacks and be much more. dark, I'd think. With the plans that I have (although plans change) Krystal will be facing more psychological problems (not necessarily HER psychological problems, mind you) in the sequel. I'll let you know what the sequel's title will be as soon as I start it up. In the meantime, I recommend you read: "The Marauders Discover the Harry Potter Series" by Destiny. Just look at my favorite stories or authors and she should be there!