Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except this lousy computer and my skills
as a mediocre writer.
Author's Note: I want to dedicate this story to my friends, Maddie, Sam, and Sara, who proved to me that Ashes can really fall up.
Summary: Draco is just a happy little eight year old boy. Pansy is just a happy little eight year old girl. But in a universe where nothing is certain, everything can change with a solitary tear, and tree's are the strongest thing you can hold onto, anything is bound to happen.
~Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Up~
If you were to walk through the meadow, not paying close attention to your surroundings, you would never see the secluded individual hiding amongst the tethered leaves of the strong Mother Willow. But stand beneath the branch, and you'd view a world wondrously painful, by simply being. Because, underneath that tree, you would peer up, into the vast satin sheets of loose strands of leaves. And there he would be, with the face of an angel. His pale complexion smeared slightly with traces of mud, acquired from picking a simple daisy, that was now tucked behind his fragile ear, and rubbing his weary eyes with his mud stained hands. Smeared also, by the tears, flowing endlessly down his cheeks, disrupting the beauty of their paleness. His once icy-blue eyes, now blood shot and stained from a good cry. Blonde strands of hair, accompanied by leaves, dirt clumps, and branches caught while running through the Forest and Tall grasses. His outer appearance as disheveled and torn as his emotions. Dangling his legs from the branch of the three, the loose shoelaces swung in rhythm with his bending routine. The young boy breathed in deeply, sighing. His sigh, fluttering, another common sign of sobbing. In a soft, melodic voice he spoke, almost under his breathe. A song his parents had taught him many a years ago, when he was two. A whole four years had passed, yet it never wore from it's crucial spot in his heart. Although, he had changed some words around a bit.
"Ring-around-the-rosy, A Pocketful of posy. Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Up"
He chuckled to himself, a laugh of mid-insanity, and continuing to dangle his legs, he sighed and sang it again.
"Ring-around-the-rosy, A Pocketful of posy. Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Up"
"You know, the last line was completely off tune, and you should seriously re-think the wording." A voice interrupted his deep thoughts, and for a second he wondered how fast a rock would travel from his hand, to the skull of the person so rudely stating it's opinion. Then, recognizing the voice to be a female's, he erased the thought of a rock, and decided instead on turning towards something along the line's of a boulder.
"No one ever falls up these days." The annoying voice continued, with a slight lisp this time. Or, maybe there had been a slight lisp the first time, and Draco was to inconsiderately lazy to pick it up. Looking around for a boulder, and not finding one, he decided that if he was quite enough maybe she would leave. Yes, it was perfect, the girl would go on her own free will and Draco wouldn't be blamed for anything. So, he sat there, lips pursed together as if he had sucked on the most wretched lemon in the history of the dawning of time. Eyes shut, legs crossed, and hands folded neatly in his lap. When suddenly, a large scuffling was heard, followed by a few rustling leaves, and the sound of someone emitting noise as they crossed their own legs. Draco shut his eyes even tighter. Go away, he pleaded silently, please-go-away.
"I say, you do make the most odd faces." The young girl chipped. He could feel her presence beside him now. Her breathe, like honeydew and daffodils brushing across his soft, cold face. Easing all thoughts for moments, as he stirred from his position and turned to greet her.
"Your face is odd too." He mocked playfully, sticking out his tongue and waggling it at her roughly. He didn't really mean that, not from the depths of his soul perhaps, because she was a fairly splendid looking girl. It was just his simplistic nature.
"Well, that wasn't much of a first impression you've left me with. Care to try again?" The girl asked, tilting her head to one side. Her two very large pigtails bouncing on her small shoulders. The golden curls flying, held back by two great black ribbons. She smiled with her teeth, showing that among her cute features, she was missing two. Her cheeks were slightly freckled, and eyes the colour of the painfully clear summer sky, with hints of the waves from the green sea. She sported denim over-alls, almost identical to Draco's, with a plain white shirt, stained with natures hand- paints, and white Mary-Janes.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, who are you?" The boy asked curiously, leaning forward, and yanking on one of her delicate pigtails. She cringed, and pulled it from his grasp. He smiled, goofily, his lower jaw dropping, but the top set staying where they were. He looked like a rather demented Gargoyle.
"I'm Pansy Parkinson, like the flower. The Pansy part, not the Parkinson." She paused for a moment, looked at him longingly, and shrugged it off, "I'm not quite sure what a Parkinson is."
"Oh." Draco exclaimed, sighing heavily again, and removing his feet from a crossed position. Allowing them to slowly make their way over the sturdy tree branch, and dangling with the breeze of the swiftly rushing air.
"Do you come here often?" Pansy questioned, furrowing her brow slightly, wrinkling the top of her forehead.
"Only when I need to." The young boy said in a hushed manner, "When I need to get away."
"From what?"
"Everything." Draco, as if on cue, began to cry again. Only slightly. Trying to squeeze his eyes back and summon the tears deep into his eyelids. A girl could not see him cry, it was against the rules. He pushed an angered fist into his eye, and wiped them away briskly.
"I'm sorry." Pansy muttered, biting her bottom lip, a sign of sheer complexity. She had no idea what had started the tears, and had no idea on how to reverse the effect she had started. A vicious cycle.
"Sorry for what?" Draco asked, craning his neck, and shaking his head slightly. The tears that had formed minutes ago now absorbed by his shirt sleeve. "For what?" he asked again, in defense. What did she know, that he didn't know she knew?
"For making you sad." She replied, in a very innocent voice. "I didn't want you to cry, honest I didn't."
Draco nodded, understanding where the young girl was coming from. He would feel at the utmost un-comfort if he had someone, particularly a male, sitting in front of him and crying for no apparent reasons. His little, eight year old mind, raced at thoughts of how to start a new conversation. Something a little less close to a wound that Draco was not ready to bandage. "I'm eight." He blurted out, blushing a slight shade of crimson as he did.
She was looking at her hands, wringing them nervously as he spoke. Looking up, she opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again, uttering no words. Trying again, she accomplished what she had wanted to, "Why were you crying?"
Draco shut his eyes, a dizzy spell coming over him. The same spell he felt when...He shook his head rapidly erasing all thought. Slowly, one of his delicate hands, now shaking, reached over to his left sleeve, yanking it up to the elbow's bend. There it was, between his joint and palm, a large, purple bruise. Slowly, his hand reached towards his pant leg, revealing another, and the back of his neck, revealing another. Which each painful memory coming back, in the open, Pansy gasped. Draco felt the hot tears coming again, and he squeezed his eyes shut abruptly.
"They're from my...my..." Draco breathed in deeply, "My dad."
Pansy wiped a tear from her own eye, as she reached out to touch the bruise he had revealed once again. "Why?" Was all that escaped her mouth, as her words were soft and crumbling. Although only young, everything had the ability to go through her mind and process to an explanation of confusion . Her instantly fluttering words showed signs of sympathy.
"He does it when...he's mad." Draco stated simply, not knowing how else to answer such a complicated question.
"I'm sorry." Pansy mumbled, her cheeks a very deep shade of crimson.
An awkward silence swept over the tree branch as the two stared at each other, eyes watering, and mouths gaping open.
Pansy was the first to break to silence, delicately, as if his arm was a fragile piece of ceramic, she reached out and pulled it towards her. Slowly, she kissed her right index finger, and laid it down on top of the swelling bruise. Instantly, Draco felt a warm, tingling sensation surge throughout his body. One he had never felt before. It must be...no, it can't. Impossible. The young boy thought to himself.
No words were exchanged, as Pansy simply smiled at him. Suddenly, she hoisted herself up on her palms, and jumped from the branch of the tree. Although sturdy, it was not at all high. Absentmindedly, Draco listened to her footfall across the scattered leaves. The hues of orange and red, obscuring his view from her as she skipped across the Valley, and leisurely back home.
As much of a regular day that it was, something was different. Something, had changed them forever.
Out of all the tree's in the world, they both ended up in the same one. Out of all the problems in the universe, they happened to share one. Out of all the lack of love in the cosmos, they shared a tiny bit of themselves with each other. Nothing would ever change the way they had felt, or for the rest of their years, the way they were going to feel. It proved that the possibility and un-certainty of the world is un-ending.
By far, it proved that no matter what you think is a strong and impenetrable thesis, nothing is what it seems.
Ashes can really fall up.
~The End~
Note: Please REVIEW...I will review yours!
Author's Note: I want to dedicate this story to my friends, Maddie, Sam, and Sara, who proved to me that Ashes can really fall up.
Summary: Draco is just a happy little eight year old boy. Pansy is just a happy little eight year old girl. But in a universe where nothing is certain, everything can change with a solitary tear, and tree's are the strongest thing you can hold onto, anything is bound to happen.
~Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Up~
If you were to walk through the meadow, not paying close attention to your surroundings, you would never see the secluded individual hiding amongst the tethered leaves of the strong Mother Willow. But stand beneath the branch, and you'd view a world wondrously painful, by simply being. Because, underneath that tree, you would peer up, into the vast satin sheets of loose strands of leaves. And there he would be, with the face of an angel. His pale complexion smeared slightly with traces of mud, acquired from picking a simple daisy, that was now tucked behind his fragile ear, and rubbing his weary eyes with his mud stained hands. Smeared also, by the tears, flowing endlessly down his cheeks, disrupting the beauty of their paleness. His once icy-blue eyes, now blood shot and stained from a good cry. Blonde strands of hair, accompanied by leaves, dirt clumps, and branches caught while running through the Forest and Tall grasses. His outer appearance as disheveled and torn as his emotions. Dangling his legs from the branch of the three, the loose shoelaces swung in rhythm with his bending routine. The young boy breathed in deeply, sighing. His sigh, fluttering, another common sign of sobbing. In a soft, melodic voice he spoke, almost under his breathe. A song his parents had taught him many a years ago, when he was two. A whole four years had passed, yet it never wore from it's crucial spot in his heart. Although, he had changed some words around a bit.
"Ring-around-the-rosy, A Pocketful of posy. Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Up"
He chuckled to himself, a laugh of mid-insanity, and continuing to dangle his legs, he sighed and sang it again.
"Ring-around-the-rosy, A Pocketful of posy. Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Up"
"You know, the last line was completely off tune, and you should seriously re-think the wording." A voice interrupted his deep thoughts, and for a second he wondered how fast a rock would travel from his hand, to the skull of the person so rudely stating it's opinion. Then, recognizing the voice to be a female's, he erased the thought of a rock, and decided instead on turning towards something along the line's of a boulder.
"No one ever falls up these days." The annoying voice continued, with a slight lisp this time. Or, maybe there had been a slight lisp the first time, and Draco was to inconsiderately lazy to pick it up. Looking around for a boulder, and not finding one, he decided that if he was quite enough maybe she would leave. Yes, it was perfect, the girl would go on her own free will and Draco wouldn't be blamed for anything. So, he sat there, lips pursed together as if he had sucked on the most wretched lemon in the history of the dawning of time. Eyes shut, legs crossed, and hands folded neatly in his lap. When suddenly, a large scuffling was heard, followed by a few rustling leaves, and the sound of someone emitting noise as they crossed their own legs. Draco shut his eyes even tighter. Go away, he pleaded silently, please-go-away.
"I say, you do make the most odd faces." The young girl chipped. He could feel her presence beside him now. Her breathe, like honeydew and daffodils brushing across his soft, cold face. Easing all thoughts for moments, as he stirred from his position and turned to greet her.
"Your face is odd too." He mocked playfully, sticking out his tongue and waggling it at her roughly. He didn't really mean that, not from the depths of his soul perhaps, because she was a fairly splendid looking girl. It was just his simplistic nature.
"Well, that wasn't much of a first impression you've left me with. Care to try again?" The girl asked, tilting her head to one side. Her two very large pigtails bouncing on her small shoulders. The golden curls flying, held back by two great black ribbons. She smiled with her teeth, showing that among her cute features, she was missing two. Her cheeks were slightly freckled, and eyes the colour of the painfully clear summer sky, with hints of the waves from the green sea. She sported denim over-alls, almost identical to Draco's, with a plain white shirt, stained with natures hand- paints, and white Mary-Janes.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, who are you?" The boy asked curiously, leaning forward, and yanking on one of her delicate pigtails. She cringed, and pulled it from his grasp. He smiled, goofily, his lower jaw dropping, but the top set staying where they were. He looked like a rather demented Gargoyle.
"I'm Pansy Parkinson, like the flower. The Pansy part, not the Parkinson." She paused for a moment, looked at him longingly, and shrugged it off, "I'm not quite sure what a Parkinson is."
"Oh." Draco exclaimed, sighing heavily again, and removing his feet from a crossed position. Allowing them to slowly make their way over the sturdy tree branch, and dangling with the breeze of the swiftly rushing air.
"Do you come here often?" Pansy questioned, furrowing her brow slightly, wrinkling the top of her forehead.
"Only when I need to." The young boy said in a hushed manner, "When I need to get away."
"From what?"
"Everything." Draco, as if on cue, began to cry again. Only slightly. Trying to squeeze his eyes back and summon the tears deep into his eyelids. A girl could not see him cry, it was against the rules. He pushed an angered fist into his eye, and wiped them away briskly.
"I'm sorry." Pansy muttered, biting her bottom lip, a sign of sheer complexity. She had no idea what had started the tears, and had no idea on how to reverse the effect she had started. A vicious cycle.
"Sorry for what?" Draco asked, craning his neck, and shaking his head slightly. The tears that had formed minutes ago now absorbed by his shirt sleeve. "For what?" he asked again, in defense. What did she know, that he didn't know she knew?
"For making you sad." She replied, in a very innocent voice. "I didn't want you to cry, honest I didn't."
Draco nodded, understanding where the young girl was coming from. He would feel at the utmost un-comfort if he had someone, particularly a male, sitting in front of him and crying for no apparent reasons. His little, eight year old mind, raced at thoughts of how to start a new conversation. Something a little less close to a wound that Draco was not ready to bandage. "I'm eight." He blurted out, blushing a slight shade of crimson as he did.
She was looking at her hands, wringing them nervously as he spoke. Looking up, she opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again, uttering no words. Trying again, she accomplished what she had wanted to, "Why were you crying?"
Draco shut his eyes, a dizzy spell coming over him. The same spell he felt when...He shook his head rapidly erasing all thought. Slowly, one of his delicate hands, now shaking, reached over to his left sleeve, yanking it up to the elbow's bend. There it was, between his joint and palm, a large, purple bruise. Slowly, his hand reached towards his pant leg, revealing another, and the back of his neck, revealing another. Which each painful memory coming back, in the open, Pansy gasped. Draco felt the hot tears coming again, and he squeezed his eyes shut abruptly.
"They're from my...my..." Draco breathed in deeply, "My dad."
Pansy wiped a tear from her own eye, as she reached out to touch the bruise he had revealed once again. "Why?" Was all that escaped her mouth, as her words were soft and crumbling. Although only young, everything had the ability to go through her mind and process to an explanation of confusion . Her instantly fluttering words showed signs of sympathy.
"He does it when...he's mad." Draco stated simply, not knowing how else to answer such a complicated question.
"I'm sorry." Pansy mumbled, her cheeks a very deep shade of crimson.
An awkward silence swept over the tree branch as the two stared at each other, eyes watering, and mouths gaping open.
Pansy was the first to break to silence, delicately, as if his arm was a fragile piece of ceramic, she reached out and pulled it towards her. Slowly, she kissed her right index finger, and laid it down on top of the swelling bruise. Instantly, Draco felt a warm, tingling sensation surge throughout his body. One he had never felt before. It must be...no, it can't. Impossible. The young boy thought to himself.
No words were exchanged, as Pansy simply smiled at him. Suddenly, she hoisted herself up on her palms, and jumped from the branch of the tree. Although sturdy, it was not at all high. Absentmindedly, Draco listened to her footfall across the scattered leaves. The hues of orange and red, obscuring his view from her as she skipped across the Valley, and leisurely back home.
As much of a regular day that it was, something was different. Something, had changed them forever.
Out of all the tree's in the world, they both ended up in the same one. Out of all the problems in the universe, they happened to share one. Out of all the lack of love in the cosmos, they shared a tiny bit of themselves with each other. Nothing would ever change the way they had felt, or for the rest of their years, the way they were going to feel. It proved that the possibility and un-certainty of the world is un-ending.
By far, it proved that no matter what you think is a strong and impenetrable thesis, nothing is what it seems.
Ashes can really fall up.
~The End~
Note: Please REVIEW...I will review yours!