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."**
And now. The moment you've all been waiting for. The exciting
PART EIGHTEEN:
"Avada-"
Ginny stopped, and slowly lowered her wand. Is he worth it? she asked herself mentally. Is he worth dying over?
But there was no time to think. Absolutely no time; the footsteps in the corridor were rapidly approaching.
Ginny looked at her lover, who lie dead on the cold stone floor.
"Oh, Draco," she whispered. "I love you."
I love you, too, my Venus, my goddess of love and beauty. Ginny could almost hear him saying those beautiful words to her.
"I want to be with you, Draco."
We'll be together, she pictured him saying, on our own paradise. Our own paradise, just for the two of us, Ginny, my love. She could nearly see that kind, beautiful smile of his. We'll be together on our own Olympus.
"I have to see you again," Ginny said, standing up, without waiting for her mind to think of a reply that Draco would say. "I have to be with you, Draco." She raised the wand, and pointed it at her heart. "I'll see you soon, my Draco, my Mars, on our own Olympus."
The footsteps were approaching, and she could hear the metal handle of the door squeak, as the approaching people opened the door to the tomb.
She straightened herself.
"Avada Kedavra," she said loudly and confidently. There was a flash of green light, and her lifeless body fell down to the ground, resting on top of Draco's.
Molly, Harry, Arthur, and Lucius came running into the crypt.
"They're both dead," Arthur said.
"They can't be!" Molly screamed in grief. "No! No! Not my daughter! Not Ginny!" She let out a slight gasp, and then collapsed into Harry's arm in complete shock. She had lost her youngest son and her only daughter today. Then, when it turned out that there was hope that maybe her daughter was still alive, she came to the tomb to see Ginny dead a second time. Harry thought back to that day at Grimmauld Place over two years ago, and he remembered seeing that boggart in Sirius's parlor turn itself into the bodies of both Ginny and Ron. Harry doubted that Molly would survive this ordeal, if she hadn't already died from the horrible grief eating away at her insides like a parasite. Even if she did survive, and did manage to return to the Burrow, Harry knew that was no way this vibrant, caring woman would ever be the same. Her soul, the very fibers that made her the wonderful person she was, had been shattered like a thin, fragile glass.
Arthur and Lucius stood silently, staring at Molly, as Harry tried to awaken her with every countercharm that he had learned. But it was no use. The tragic but practically inevitable fate from the building grief had stolen Molly Weasley's life from their midst.
Harry laid her corpse gently on the ground a few feet from Ginny and Draco.
"I've lost my wife," Arthur told Lucius, fighting back the stinging tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes, "and I've lost my two youngest children because of this petty feud between the Malfoy and the Weasley families. It has to stop, Lucius!"
"I know," Lucius said miserably. "I've lost my only child, my only son, Arthur. The boy that I loved more than anything. The boy that I thought would carry on the Malfoy name." Lucius stopped fighting back tears; he was just letting them spill all down his face like the snow that had fallen on Draco just two nights before. "I can't believe he's gone." He stared into his son's glassy, still-opened eyes.
"I want to end it, Lucius," Arthur said slowly. "We have to end this! The enmity between our families has to stop, Lucius. I want to end it right now, right here, over the fallen bodies of our children."
"Right here," Lucius echoed. "Let's end it now."
"May I be the first to offer you my hand in friendship, Lucius Malfoy?"
Lucius smiled at his once-rival, and shook his hand warmly. "May nothing like this ever happen again, Arthur, my friend. We can't let it. We can't let this ever happen again."
"I agree," Arthur replied. He glanced down at the corpses of the two young lovers. "We can't ever let this happen again. I can't see any more of my family members die." He glanced at Draco's dead body. "Welcome to the family, Draco."
The End
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."**
And now. The moment you've all been waiting for. The exciting
PART EIGHTEEN:
"Avada-"
Ginny stopped, and slowly lowered her wand. Is he worth it? she asked herself mentally. Is he worth dying over?
But there was no time to think. Absolutely no time; the footsteps in the corridor were rapidly approaching.
Ginny looked at her lover, who lie dead on the cold stone floor.
"Oh, Draco," she whispered. "I love you."
I love you, too, my Venus, my goddess of love and beauty. Ginny could almost hear him saying those beautiful words to her.
"I want to be with you, Draco."
We'll be together, she pictured him saying, on our own paradise. Our own paradise, just for the two of us, Ginny, my love. She could nearly see that kind, beautiful smile of his. We'll be together on our own Olympus.
"I have to see you again," Ginny said, standing up, without waiting for her mind to think of a reply that Draco would say. "I have to be with you, Draco." She raised the wand, and pointed it at her heart. "I'll see you soon, my Draco, my Mars, on our own Olympus."
The footsteps were approaching, and she could hear the metal handle of the door squeak, as the approaching people opened the door to the tomb.
She straightened herself.
"Avada Kedavra," she said loudly and confidently. There was a flash of green light, and her lifeless body fell down to the ground, resting on top of Draco's.
Molly, Harry, Arthur, and Lucius came running into the crypt.
"They're both dead," Arthur said.
"They can't be!" Molly screamed in grief. "No! No! Not my daughter! Not Ginny!" She let out a slight gasp, and then collapsed into Harry's arm in complete shock. She had lost her youngest son and her only daughter today. Then, when it turned out that there was hope that maybe her daughter was still alive, she came to the tomb to see Ginny dead a second time. Harry thought back to that day at Grimmauld Place over two years ago, and he remembered seeing that boggart in Sirius's parlor turn itself into the bodies of both Ginny and Ron. Harry doubted that Molly would survive this ordeal, if she hadn't already died from the horrible grief eating away at her insides like a parasite. Even if she did survive, and did manage to return to the Burrow, Harry knew that was no way this vibrant, caring woman would ever be the same. Her soul, the very fibers that made her the wonderful person she was, had been shattered like a thin, fragile glass.
Arthur and Lucius stood silently, staring at Molly, as Harry tried to awaken her with every countercharm that he had learned. But it was no use. The tragic but practically inevitable fate from the building grief had stolen Molly Weasley's life from their midst.
Harry laid her corpse gently on the ground a few feet from Ginny and Draco.
"I've lost my wife," Arthur told Lucius, fighting back the stinging tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes, "and I've lost my two youngest children because of this petty feud between the Malfoy and the Weasley families. It has to stop, Lucius!"
"I know," Lucius said miserably. "I've lost my only child, my only son, Arthur. The boy that I loved more than anything. The boy that I thought would carry on the Malfoy name." Lucius stopped fighting back tears; he was just letting them spill all down his face like the snow that had fallen on Draco just two nights before. "I can't believe he's gone." He stared into his son's glassy, still-opened eyes.
"I want to end it, Lucius," Arthur said slowly. "We have to end this! The enmity between our families has to stop, Lucius. I want to end it right now, right here, over the fallen bodies of our children."
"Right here," Lucius echoed. "Let's end it now."
"May I be the first to offer you my hand in friendship, Lucius Malfoy?"
Lucius smiled at his once-rival, and shook his hand warmly. "May nothing like this ever happen again, Arthur, my friend. We can't let it. We can't let this ever happen again."
"I agree," Arthur replied. He glanced down at the corpses of the two young lovers. "We can't ever let this happen again. I can't see any more of my family members die." He glanced at Draco's dead body. "Welcome to the family, Draco."
The End