OUR OWN OLYMPUS
A Hogwarts Twist on Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet"
Written by Daniel Odysseus
TYPE OF STORY: The tragic romance between Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, the children of two enemies. A 13,000-word novelette based on the main events in Shakespeare's play "Romeo and Juliet."
RATING: PG-13, for murder, suicide, and language. No strong sexual themes employed.
DISCLAIMER: "Our Own Olympus" is based on the characters featured in JK Rowling's Harry Potter series. The plot lines and actions of the Harry Potter characters are based on of William Shakespeare's tragedy "Romeo and Juliet."**
PART FIFTEEN:
Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley and Dumbledore came rushing into the dormitory, just in time to see Ginny finish the potion, and throw it down onto the floor.
"She can't be dead," Mrs. Weasley screamed. "No! Not my two youngest children in two days! It can't be! It just can't be!"
Harry burst into tears; he was becoming quite good at acting. "I- I tried to s-stop her. But h-her mind was made up."
"We're not blaming you, Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley sobbed, hugging her surrogate son tightly. "We're not blaming you..."
"Perhaps we should get her into the Hogwarts crypt right now," Dumbledore said, in a sad, slow voice that Harry had never heard him use before. "I don't think she'll be able to manage a trip back to the Burrow."
"Yes, yes," Mr. Weasley muttered. "The Hogwarts crypt."
Harry rushed up to the owlery, as the Weasleys and Dumbledore went to bring Ginny's body down to the crypt. He had to be fast if he wanted to make sure he knew where they placed her coffin.
The owlery was empty, except for one owl. Harry scribbled a note, and then tied it onto the lone owl's foot.
Draco: Ginny's all right. She's faked death with that potion Snape taught us last week, remember? Meet me at the entrance to the Hogwarts crypt around midnight. If all goes well, you and Ginny can leave Britain together, and live your lives together. -Potter "Fly!" Harry shouted at the owl, as it flew off lopsidedly. Suddenly, he recognized who this owl was, flying as if it had a maimed wing.
It was Errol.
"Errol, fly like you've never flown before," Harry yelled at it. "This is a matter of life and death!"
But he couldn't watch it anymore; he had to get down to the crypt in order to see which tomb they buried Ginny in.
But, on the other hand, Harry wasn't sure if he could trust Errol to make the journey. He watched nervously, wondering if he should send another owl. But there wasn't time; the rest of the owls, including Hedwig and Pigwidgeon, were all flying elsewhere.
He would have to depend on the elderly Errol.
Harry watched a little longer, and saw, to his great relief, that Errol was flying briskly in the correct direction.
Harry raced into the crypt. Two coffins lied there side by side. Dumbledore was in the middle of giving Ginny and Ron his final remarks.
"To two wonderful students, brave and courageous ones, at that," Dumbledore said sadly. "Goodbye, Ginny Weasley. Goodbye, Ron Weasley. You shall both be sorely missed at Hogwarts, for you're both irreplaceable as students, as friends, and as people."
Mrs. Weasley and Hermione were both sobbing wickedly by now, and were being comforted by a very distressed Dean Thomas. Mr. Weasley stood nearby, silently reflected upon Ginny.
"Harry, would you care to say anything?" Mr. Weasley asked, coming out of his silent reflection. "I know Ginny and Ron would want you to."
Harry nodded, as he approached the coffins. It was rather awkward trying to say something meaningful for Ginny, since he was the only one who knew she was not truly dead.
"Ginny, I love you," he said. "I love you like you were my own little sister. I can't believe the end had to come so soon. You were a beautiful young woman, and I only wish you still had your entire life left."
But Ron was another story. Harry couldn't quite find a way to say goodbye.
"I thought we'd go out and face the wizarding world together," Harry said, tears beginning to fall from his eyes. "I thought that we'd be together for at least three more years, when we trained to become aurors together. But, oh, Ron, over the last seven years, you've been like a brother to me. No. You've truly been my brother. We've stuck through it all, through thick and thin. When Voldemort fell, I thought we were both safe from murder. I thought we would both be happy, and I thought we'd have the rest of our lives worth of friendship." He lowered his head over his best friend's coffin, the tears flowing like a rushing river from his big green eyes. "Ron, I'm going to miss you more than anything else in this world. I don't know how I'll even be able to get on without you. You've been there for me always, giving me laughter when I was down, or making me feel wanted, even if the whole school had turned its back on me. But I know you'll always be with me, even if we're never to utter a word to each other anymore. You will always be there, in my memory, to give me advice, and to be my friend." More tears fell from his eyes, falling on the highly polished wood in little droplets. "So I say goodbye, my Ron, my best friend, my brother."
TYPE OF STORY: The tragic romance between Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, the children of two enemies. A 13,000-word novelette based on the main events in Shakespeare's play "Romeo and Juliet."
RATING: PG-13, for murder, suicide, and language. No strong sexual themes employed.
DISCLAIMER: "Our Own Olympus" is based on the characters featured in JK Rowling's Harry Potter series. The plot lines and actions of the Harry Potter characters are based on of William Shakespeare's tragedy "Romeo and Juliet."**
PART FIFTEEN:
Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley and Dumbledore came rushing into the dormitory, just in time to see Ginny finish the potion, and throw it down onto the floor.
"She can't be dead," Mrs. Weasley screamed. "No! Not my two youngest children in two days! It can't be! It just can't be!"
Harry burst into tears; he was becoming quite good at acting. "I- I tried to s-stop her. But h-her mind was made up."
"We're not blaming you, Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley sobbed, hugging her surrogate son tightly. "We're not blaming you..."
"Perhaps we should get her into the Hogwarts crypt right now," Dumbledore said, in a sad, slow voice that Harry had never heard him use before. "I don't think she'll be able to manage a trip back to the Burrow."
"Yes, yes," Mr. Weasley muttered. "The Hogwarts crypt."
Harry rushed up to the owlery, as the Weasleys and Dumbledore went to bring Ginny's body down to the crypt. He had to be fast if he wanted to make sure he knew where they placed her coffin.
The owlery was empty, except for one owl. Harry scribbled a note, and then tied it onto the lone owl's foot.
Draco: Ginny's all right. She's faked death with that potion Snape taught us last week, remember? Meet me at the entrance to the Hogwarts crypt around midnight. If all goes well, you and Ginny can leave Britain together, and live your lives together. -Potter "Fly!" Harry shouted at the owl, as it flew off lopsidedly. Suddenly, he recognized who this owl was, flying as if it had a maimed wing.
It was Errol.
"Errol, fly like you've never flown before," Harry yelled at it. "This is a matter of life and death!"
But he couldn't watch it anymore; he had to get down to the crypt in order to see which tomb they buried Ginny in.
But, on the other hand, Harry wasn't sure if he could trust Errol to make the journey. He watched nervously, wondering if he should send another owl. But there wasn't time; the rest of the owls, including Hedwig and Pigwidgeon, were all flying elsewhere.
He would have to depend on the elderly Errol.
Harry watched a little longer, and saw, to his great relief, that Errol was flying briskly in the correct direction.
Harry raced into the crypt. Two coffins lied there side by side. Dumbledore was in the middle of giving Ginny and Ron his final remarks.
"To two wonderful students, brave and courageous ones, at that," Dumbledore said sadly. "Goodbye, Ginny Weasley. Goodbye, Ron Weasley. You shall both be sorely missed at Hogwarts, for you're both irreplaceable as students, as friends, and as people."
Mrs. Weasley and Hermione were both sobbing wickedly by now, and were being comforted by a very distressed Dean Thomas. Mr. Weasley stood nearby, silently reflected upon Ginny.
"Harry, would you care to say anything?" Mr. Weasley asked, coming out of his silent reflection. "I know Ginny and Ron would want you to."
Harry nodded, as he approached the coffins. It was rather awkward trying to say something meaningful for Ginny, since he was the only one who knew she was not truly dead.
"Ginny, I love you," he said. "I love you like you were my own little sister. I can't believe the end had to come so soon. You were a beautiful young woman, and I only wish you still had your entire life left."
But Ron was another story. Harry couldn't quite find a way to say goodbye.
"I thought we'd go out and face the wizarding world together," Harry said, tears beginning to fall from his eyes. "I thought that we'd be together for at least three more years, when we trained to become aurors together. But, oh, Ron, over the last seven years, you've been like a brother to me. No. You've truly been my brother. We've stuck through it all, through thick and thin. When Voldemort fell, I thought we were both safe from murder. I thought we would both be happy, and I thought we'd have the rest of our lives worth of friendship." He lowered his head over his best friend's coffin, the tears flowing like a rushing river from his big green eyes. "Ron, I'm going to miss you more than anything else in this world. I don't know how I'll even be able to get on without you. You've been there for me always, giving me laughter when I was down, or making me feel wanted, even if the whole school had turned its back on me. But I know you'll always be with me, even if we're never to utter a word to each other anymore. You will always be there, in my memory, to give me advice, and to be my friend." More tears fell from his eyes, falling on the highly polished wood in little droplets. "So I say goodbye, my Ron, my best friend, my brother."