Summary: As before, I'm a hopeless romantic.
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A/N: The final (and most dramatic)
Wind whistled through the tree, a light drizzle had begun in this grey evening. But the grave underneath it was sheltered, surrounded by flowers; Ginny Weasley's final resting place. Ron stood beside the grave, in contemplation. His shoes and the edge of his cloak were caked in mud, weighing him down. "I'm so sorry Ginny, I didn't want to drive you away, I wanted to protect you." Regret dragged down on his heart. He had left the various celebrations, dedicated to Harry's triumph over the Dark Lord.
The first thing he noticed was the glint, looking up he saw Draco advancing, a sharp dagger with a dark something in it's folds, casually held by his side, wearing a simple black cloak. Silently Draco stood right behind Ron, his eyes fixed on the headstone. Ron moved uncomfortably, Draco had been. unnaturally quiet since Ginny's death. Whilst all others celebrated the downfall over Voldemort, Draco had returned to his room, not even acknowledging his own part in what the Daily Prophet were calling, 'valiant combat.' It was creepy, thought Ron, and what was even creepier was the concentration in which he focused on the grave.
"I never gave the others a chance." Draco's voice, slightly hoarse from non- usage, startled Ron, as he gave a start he felt the pointed tip of the blade located at his back. He then realised that Draco wasn't talking to him, but to Ginny. " I thought that, well, I knew you'd. Oh, Ginny!" Ron turned slightly, the dagger was still held firmly, Draco's eyes were staring at the grave, eyes welling with tears. A transformation arose. Something sprung to life, Draco spun around to face Ron. " I dislike using my wand for something so personal, but we can't always have what we like, can we?" He gave a regretful glance toward the burial place. "I couldn't have who I wanted. And you know what?" His voice grew soft and menacing "You took her away, it's your fault, you just had to alert the entire school, and my father's spies, to me and the one I loved." He looked disgusted. "Why?"
Ron could barely find the moisture in his mouth to choke out "I wanted to protect her, she's my sister." His brain ordered his hand to grasp his wand, but he didn't, he'd a feeling it would be the last move he'd make.
Draco continued, words long repeated night after night, as he waited for his chance. "Could you not understand? You were putting her in more danger then she could have been. except if she had gone out with that stupid Harry."
Ron found himself springing to his best friend's defence. "The world would be under You-Know-Who's control if it weren't for Harry."
"Oh yes, Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry. He gets to be the hero, and gets the girl, Hermione, yes?" Ron's ears blazed red. "Of course, he does, he always wins. " Draco seemed to gain vindictive pleasure Now Draco seemed to sag, the momentary distraction was over. "But, your secret's safe with me."
"I. I."
Draco turned away from Ron; a struggle was taking place in his mind. Once again he gazed at Ginny's grave, as though communicating with her long gone spirit. "They say," he was now speaking to Ginny again. "That when a person dies they have a choice, a choice to stay behind and be near loved ones, or to go on ahead, and wait for them there. I never really understood before, why you wouldn't stay, with me, but I know why now." He closed his eyes and was still for a moment.
"Why?" Ron found himself thinking out loud. Then he silently cursed at himself.
Draco remained silent, as though he hadn't noticed. "You wanted me to prove that I could overcome, that I could live on instead of dwelling on old memories." He looked around, his eyes sweeping to take a final glance at his surroundings. " I failed." Draco sank to the mud, the wind was picking up now. He took out the blood-encrusted knife and ran a finger over the hilt. Curious, Ron moved closer, Draco now appeared to be glowing; a serene smile was on his lips. Then there was a sound, as though the entire world had gasped in a deep breath of air, and then Draco plunged the dagger into his heart, immediately vibrant red blood spurted out, it poured on to the muddy ground. And then there was this feeling, significance. As Draco collapsed there came the words:
' He, the one to assist the other who shall be born as the seventh month dies, he shall be driven to help and shall be destroyed. Born of those in the sway of the Dark Lord's power, prejudice shall blind him, but he will see the way. The one he loves shall be torn away; he will then know his purpose. He holds the balance of the two Powers. His part is now completed, his duty is done.'
Ron backed away in fear, for a moment or an eternity, the words hung there.
Then they were gone, and night returned. Ron trudged home, the words speaking in his mind in a clear ringing voice.
"His part is now completed, his duty is done."
The End.
A/N: Thank you all!
Disclaimer: Ditto.
A/N: The final (and most dramatic)
Wind whistled through the tree, a light drizzle had begun in this grey evening. But the grave underneath it was sheltered, surrounded by flowers; Ginny Weasley's final resting place. Ron stood beside the grave, in contemplation. His shoes and the edge of his cloak were caked in mud, weighing him down. "I'm so sorry Ginny, I didn't want to drive you away, I wanted to protect you." Regret dragged down on his heart. He had left the various celebrations, dedicated to Harry's triumph over the Dark Lord.
The first thing he noticed was the glint, looking up he saw Draco advancing, a sharp dagger with a dark something in it's folds, casually held by his side, wearing a simple black cloak. Silently Draco stood right behind Ron, his eyes fixed on the headstone. Ron moved uncomfortably, Draco had been. unnaturally quiet since Ginny's death. Whilst all others celebrated the downfall over Voldemort, Draco had returned to his room, not even acknowledging his own part in what the Daily Prophet were calling, 'valiant combat.' It was creepy, thought Ron, and what was even creepier was the concentration in which he focused on the grave.
"I never gave the others a chance." Draco's voice, slightly hoarse from non- usage, startled Ron, as he gave a start he felt the pointed tip of the blade located at his back. He then realised that Draco wasn't talking to him, but to Ginny. " I thought that, well, I knew you'd. Oh, Ginny!" Ron turned slightly, the dagger was still held firmly, Draco's eyes were staring at the grave, eyes welling with tears. A transformation arose. Something sprung to life, Draco spun around to face Ron. " I dislike using my wand for something so personal, but we can't always have what we like, can we?" He gave a regretful glance toward the burial place. "I couldn't have who I wanted. And you know what?" His voice grew soft and menacing "You took her away, it's your fault, you just had to alert the entire school, and my father's spies, to me and the one I loved." He looked disgusted. "Why?"
Ron could barely find the moisture in his mouth to choke out "I wanted to protect her, she's my sister." His brain ordered his hand to grasp his wand, but he didn't, he'd a feeling it would be the last move he'd make.
Draco continued, words long repeated night after night, as he waited for his chance. "Could you not understand? You were putting her in more danger then she could have been. except if she had gone out with that stupid Harry."
Ron found himself springing to his best friend's defence. "The world would be under You-Know-Who's control if it weren't for Harry."
"Oh yes, Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry. He gets to be the hero, and gets the girl, Hermione, yes?" Ron's ears blazed red. "Of course, he does, he always wins. " Draco seemed to gain vindictive pleasure Now Draco seemed to sag, the momentary distraction was over. "But, your secret's safe with me."
"I. I."
Draco turned away from Ron; a struggle was taking place in his mind. Once again he gazed at Ginny's grave, as though communicating with her long gone spirit. "They say," he was now speaking to Ginny again. "That when a person dies they have a choice, a choice to stay behind and be near loved ones, or to go on ahead, and wait for them there. I never really understood before, why you wouldn't stay, with me, but I know why now." He closed his eyes and was still for a moment.
"Why?" Ron found himself thinking out loud. Then he silently cursed at himself.
Draco remained silent, as though he hadn't noticed. "You wanted me to prove that I could overcome, that I could live on instead of dwelling on old memories." He looked around, his eyes sweeping to take a final glance at his surroundings. " I failed." Draco sank to the mud, the wind was picking up now. He took out the blood-encrusted knife and ran a finger over the hilt. Curious, Ron moved closer, Draco now appeared to be glowing; a serene smile was on his lips. Then there was a sound, as though the entire world had gasped in a deep breath of air, and then Draco plunged the dagger into his heart, immediately vibrant red blood spurted out, it poured on to the muddy ground. And then there was this feeling, significance. As Draco collapsed there came the words:
' He, the one to assist the other who shall be born as the seventh month dies, he shall be driven to help and shall be destroyed. Born of those in the sway of the Dark Lord's power, prejudice shall blind him, but he will see the way. The one he loves shall be torn away; he will then know his purpose. He holds the balance of the two Powers. His part is now completed, his duty is done.'
Ron backed away in fear, for a moment or an eternity, the words hung there.
Then they were gone, and night returned. Ron trudged home, the words speaking in his mind in a clear ringing voice.
"His part is now completed, his duty is done."
The End.
A/N: Thank you all!