Title: "Shattered Briar"
Line: "Harry Potter"
Author: Cryla Moorin
Pair: Harry-Ginny
Chapter 2: Meaning of Love
Oblivious to the world around them, the four stood in silent mourning, as the inevitable end to the screaming came much too quickly for them, the truth became so heart-wrenchingly clear. Star had died, by thier hands, because of thier pointless hatred and anger. Earth felt tears, of remorse and of love lost, cascade from her mahogany eyes. How could she have done that? Hated them all, the boys, her brother and Harry, how could it have all come to this? She looked from her sister to the men before her, seeking thier eyes with her own.
Meeting emerald first, she spoke not a word. "Ginny?" His voice cracked, as his turbulent emotions flooded his eyes. Wooded-eyes met jeweled ones, each sharing the same pain, the same loss, the same understanding. How could it have come to this? Once, he had admired her, she had survived Voldemort, and lived her life ready for whatever was thrown in her path; she was strength and stability. She was all he could not have. Though in time, they had grown to love the other, not being able to share that love had warped them. Fear for the other's safety, from outside forces or those closer to home, they had become distant, withdrawing from the love they felt. Until all that remained was the unreasonable hatred and bitterness at not being able to love the other freely.
"Harry." Her voice scraped at her already burning throat. Ignoring the pain coursing through her, she walked on unsteady legs, the few feet which seperated her from the one she had loved for a long time. "I love-"
"I already know, Gin. Thank you." He laid his lips on hers, ignoring the startled eyes of Ice and Air. Here was the love, the one he had searched for, it had been right in front of him all along, just as Hermione had told him. He had thought she had meant herself, not the woman by his side. He cried freely, his tears melding with his love's, and falling as one to the frozen cell.
Air watched, unbelieving. His best friend had been in love with his SISTER? The male red-head, stared at the horror his own festered bitterness, at not having the unconditional love of the woman he had helped to kill. Like Harry, he had thought that Hermione had meant herself, as the one who has loved him all along, had always been there loving him, waiting in the wings patiently for her time to enter his life. He had allowed himself to grow bitter and distant from Hermione as the anger, rejection and betrayal had become overwhelming. Taking over his life, his thoughts and finally, corrupting his Gryffindor's heart. He had grown to hate his best mate, his family, but most importantly, the girl he had loved. No matter that he had a girlfriend, even now, who watched him from the Slytherin table, understanding and trust shining brightly in her eyes. Even as he was soothed, his heart spoke past the pain, "I killed my sister." Breaking down, he collapsed to his knees. His tears falling to the base of the momument to the destruction they had wrought. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he merely clasped a tear-soaked hand around it, gaining strength and the forgiveness he desperately needed for the act that had destroyed him. Her voice, so like Hermione's, yet with a more musical lilt to it, caressed his aching soul. "Ron, I love you."
"I love you, too, Pan." He looked up at her, then. This past year, her father had been killed in a scirmish on the grounds. The minute he had taken his last breath, many spells fell away revealing the real Pansy Parkinson. A beautiful goddess in her own right, whose voice was a source of magick all it's own. Ron had saved her from her father's wrath, and she had become his girlfriend, against her family's wishes.
Ice stared at the two couples before him. Thier tears fell as a combined unit to the icy casket before them. Harry and Ginny's tears began to thaw the ice, as Ron and Pansy's seeped beneath. The last was taken back to merely the day before, where the memory of a fateful encounter between himself and Star continued to haunt him.
She stood before him hands on her hips, "Draco, listen to me. For once, please, forget who your family lives for, and what they expect of you!"
"How can I forget for even a moment, Mudblood? My father would kill me if he knew anything about us even speaking to each other civilly!" He screamed in her face, his heart cracking at the sight of her tears, breaking and knowing he was responsible for them.
"Draco, Damn it! I don't care what he'll do. If we are together, we can overcome anything. He doesn't matter; we do!"
"Mione, listen to yourself, you are talking as if their is something between us, and there isn't!"
"Stop running away, Draco. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me! Look at me!" She grabbed his arm, screaming at him. Trying to reason with the man and his stubborn need to protect her, she forced his eyes to meet hers, both blazing.
"I am not running away, Granger! You are refusing to see the truth!"
"Refusing to see the truth? If you would simply look at the reality before you and not your father's twisted ideas, you would see more clearly than ever before that I have always been here, loving you. Haven't you noticed by now that I love you? This is our chance, Draco. To be free, and to love, why won't you take it? We may not get another chance!" Her eyes had been drenched, blazing with love and purpose, begging him for a chance at love.
Stupidly, he had allowed that stubborn need to protect the woman he loved from the family to which he had been born to control him. He had simply walked off. Long after, even now that he himself had silenced that offered love, her cries of mourning rang in his mind.
Falling from his ice-laden eyes, his tears scalded his skin. Burning holes in his creation, the tears continued to fall, unbidden and unchecked.
Five voices, as one, each placing a hand on the casket, stated an intention calmly, full of love and repentance, "I love you, Hermione."
As they took thier hands away, the fire within the ice began to blaze, magickally melting the ice from inside, quenching the charred remains of the briar held captive. Suddenly, the ice shattered and the air in the room began to move forcefully. The fire swirled and danced, encircling the lovely bloom-covered plant. Cradling it, as the warmth enveloped it from sight, the flame died down to reveal the body of their loved one lost. Suddenly, the swirlling air lifted the body, before forcing itself into her lungs, and then out. Laying her down again, her lovely violet eyes, a symbol of her power, fluttered open.
On her lips, a benediction issued forth, healing all the rifts her death had torn asunder, "I love you all, too. Unconditionally, I always will. Welcome back." She smiled in that knowing way of hers, letting all five know that everything would finally be alright.
Line: "Harry Potter"
Author: Cryla Moorin
Pair: Harry-Ginny
Chapter 2: Meaning of Love
Oblivious to the world around them, the four stood in silent mourning, as the inevitable end to the screaming came much too quickly for them, the truth became so heart-wrenchingly clear. Star had died, by thier hands, because of thier pointless hatred and anger. Earth felt tears, of remorse and of love lost, cascade from her mahogany eyes. How could she have done that? Hated them all, the boys, her brother and Harry, how could it have all come to this? She looked from her sister to the men before her, seeking thier eyes with her own.
Meeting emerald first, she spoke not a word. "Ginny?" His voice cracked, as his turbulent emotions flooded his eyes. Wooded-eyes met jeweled ones, each sharing the same pain, the same loss, the same understanding. How could it have come to this? Once, he had admired her, she had survived Voldemort, and lived her life ready for whatever was thrown in her path; she was strength and stability. She was all he could not have. Though in time, they had grown to love the other, not being able to share that love had warped them. Fear for the other's safety, from outside forces or those closer to home, they had become distant, withdrawing from the love they felt. Until all that remained was the unreasonable hatred and bitterness at not being able to love the other freely.
"Harry." Her voice scraped at her already burning throat. Ignoring the pain coursing through her, she walked on unsteady legs, the few feet which seperated her from the one she had loved for a long time. "I love-"
"I already know, Gin. Thank you." He laid his lips on hers, ignoring the startled eyes of Ice and Air. Here was the love, the one he had searched for, it had been right in front of him all along, just as Hermione had told him. He had thought she had meant herself, not the woman by his side. He cried freely, his tears melding with his love's, and falling as one to the frozen cell.
Air watched, unbelieving. His best friend had been in love with his SISTER? The male red-head, stared at the horror his own festered bitterness, at not having the unconditional love of the woman he had helped to kill. Like Harry, he had thought that Hermione had meant herself, as the one who has loved him all along, had always been there loving him, waiting in the wings patiently for her time to enter his life. He had allowed himself to grow bitter and distant from Hermione as the anger, rejection and betrayal had become overwhelming. Taking over his life, his thoughts and finally, corrupting his Gryffindor's heart. He had grown to hate his best mate, his family, but most importantly, the girl he had loved. No matter that he had a girlfriend, even now, who watched him from the Slytherin table, understanding and trust shining brightly in her eyes. Even as he was soothed, his heart spoke past the pain, "I killed my sister." Breaking down, he collapsed to his knees. His tears falling to the base of the momument to the destruction they had wrought. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he merely clasped a tear-soaked hand around it, gaining strength and the forgiveness he desperately needed for the act that had destroyed him. Her voice, so like Hermione's, yet with a more musical lilt to it, caressed his aching soul. "Ron, I love you."
"I love you, too, Pan." He looked up at her, then. This past year, her father had been killed in a scirmish on the grounds. The minute he had taken his last breath, many spells fell away revealing the real Pansy Parkinson. A beautiful goddess in her own right, whose voice was a source of magick all it's own. Ron had saved her from her father's wrath, and she had become his girlfriend, against her family's wishes.
Ice stared at the two couples before him. Thier tears fell as a combined unit to the icy casket before them. Harry and Ginny's tears began to thaw the ice, as Ron and Pansy's seeped beneath. The last was taken back to merely the day before, where the memory of a fateful encounter between himself and Star continued to haunt him.
She stood before him hands on her hips, "Draco, listen to me. For once, please, forget who your family lives for, and what they expect of you!"
"How can I forget for even a moment, Mudblood? My father would kill me if he knew anything about us even speaking to each other civilly!" He screamed in her face, his heart cracking at the sight of her tears, breaking and knowing he was responsible for them.
"Draco, Damn it! I don't care what he'll do. If we are together, we can overcome anything. He doesn't matter; we do!"
"Mione, listen to yourself, you are talking as if their is something between us, and there isn't!"
"Stop running away, Draco. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me! Look at me!" She grabbed his arm, screaming at him. Trying to reason with the man and his stubborn need to protect her, she forced his eyes to meet hers, both blazing.
"I am not running away, Granger! You are refusing to see the truth!"
"Refusing to see the truth? If you would simply look at the reality before you and not your father's twisted ideas, you would see more clearly than ever before that I have always been here, loving you. Haven't you noticed by now that I love you? This is our chance, Draco. To be free, and to love, why won't you take it? We may not get another chance!" Her eyes had been drenched, blazing with love and purpose, begging him for a chance at love.
Stupidly, he had allowed that stubborn need to protect the woman he loved from the family to which he had been born to control him. He had simply walked off. Long after, even now that he himself had silenced that offered love, her cries of mourning rang in his mind.
Falling from his ice-laden eyes, his tears scalded his skin. Burning holes in his creation, the tears continued to fall, unbidden and unchecked.
Five voices, as one, each placing a hand on the casket, stated an intention calmly, full of love and repentance, "I love you, Hermione."
As they took thier hands away, the fire within the ice began to blaze, magickally melting the ice from inside, quenching the charred remains of the briar held captive. Suddenly, the ice shattered and the air in the room began to move forcefully. The fire swirled and danced, encircling the lovely bloom-covered plant. Cradling it, as the warmth enveloped it from sight, the flame died down to reveal the body of their loved one lost. Suddenly, the swirlling air lifted the body, before forcing itself into her lungs, and then out. Laying her down again, her lovely violet eyes, a symbol of her power, fluttered open.
On her lips, a benediction issued forth, healing all the rifts her death had torn asunder, "I love you all, too. Unconditionally, I always will. Welcome back." She smiled in that knowing way of hers, letting all five know that everything would finally be alright.