I can't live my life waiting for you
A/N - OoTP spoilers in this chapter.
Chapter 3 - The 2 A's - Aftermath and Anger
Harry Potter flew into the night, a lone, dark cloud in the sky.
It had been 2 weeks since the night of the reunion. Dumbledore had forbidden Harry to look for Hermione.
**
"It's all a trap Harry." He had said that night. "They know Hermione is your most prized possession. We will leave the finding of Hermione up to me and more older wizards."
**
"Yeah," Harry muttered, "good job their doing of finding her."
He landed softly in front of Hogsmeade Cemetery and leaned his broom against the hard brick wall. He walked threw the swinging iron gates, thinking of what a creepy place it was.
Harry walked towards the back of the cemetery, where just a few days ago 53 people had been buried there. 53 Hogwarts students.
The Death Eaters had killed them the night of the reunion. Half of them were Gryffindors. None were Slytherins.
'Big surprise there.' Harry found himself thinking.
Once he was back where the Hogwarts students had been buried he walked among the gravestones, passing by names of people whom he had known for 9 years. There was Lavendar Brown, Dean Thomas, Terry Boot, and Hannah Abbott. And many more.
He stopped when he came to the gravestone with "Ronald Weasley" on it.
"Ron." He whispered, touching the gravestone. He stood on the freshly turned earth, suddenly creeped out knowing that he was standing on the dead body of his best friend.
He didn't jump off of the mound of earth though, as many people would have done. He sat down, staring at the gravestone for the longest time.
"What's it like up there, Ron?" Harry whispered, looking up into the sky.
He could almost see Ron's head up in the sky saying back to him, "It's bloody brilliant! I can get all the chocolate frogs I want! Don't worry though mate, it's not like I'll never see you again . . ."
Harry glanced at the gravestone next to him. It was marked "Ginny Weasley". Had Ginny been at the reunion? 'Yes,' Harry thought, 'she was there. She came with Ron. Had something important to tell Hermione . . ."
Thinking about Ron, Ginny, and all the others made him think of a story Aunt Petunia had told him about. 'So Young To Die' had been the name. Aunt Petunia had often told Harry about all the books that she read, considering nobody else would listen. He was more than happy to listen; it was the one time she wasn't yelling at him.
"You really were all so young to die." Harry murmured glancing around at what was left of his friends.
Suddenly he stood up, white with rage, and yelled at the sky, "WHY DID YOU ALL HAVE TO DIE? YOU COULD HAVE DIVED OUT OF THE WAY! YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING! WHY DID YOU LET THE DEATH EATERS KILL YOU ALL? YOU WERE ALL I HAD! WHY! WHY! WHY!"
Exhausted from yelling, Harry laid down on the ground, beating it with his fists, repeatedly saying, "Why? Why? Why?" Over and over again. He knew it was childish to act this way, though he felt he had the right to be angry.
One of his best friends was dead, and the other was missing. Who was Harry to turn to?
"I've got nobody," Harry said aloud. "Nobody at all to care about me anymore. All the family I had is gone. And all my friends, too."
Saying this made Harry even madder, as it brought back memories of Sirius.
"Sirius?" Harry wondered aloud, glancing at the sky. "Are you up there too?"
Just as he had pictured Ron, he pictured Sirius.
"Hold on there, Harry. Don't do anything to rash." The pictured Sirius said.
'Everyone is always telling me what to do,' Harry thought, still angry. 'First Dumbledore, and now Sirius. How can they expect me to sit around and not do nothing while the last shred of hope I have is missing?"
Harry knew he shouldn't say this. Sirius hadn't even really told him that. He was just picturing what he knew they would say.
Deciding that he would not sit around anymore he stood up and whispered to the gravestones, "I'll never forget you guys. I'm going to get those Death Eaters back for you."
And with a last glance at Ron and Ginny's gravestones he fled out of the Cemetery, a single tear sliding down his cheek.
One again Harry Potter was a single dark cloud in the sky.
A/N - Well, here is the 3rd chapter. I dunno why I decided to write it. It's kind of a weird chapter in a way, don't you all think? I sort of like it, but it all depends on what you guys think! Thanks to Snape's Faery, Anonymous9, and luvinhary4eva122 for reviewing the 2nd chappie! Even if they are bad reviews or criticism, I want to hear it anyway! If I didn't mention your name I'm sorry! It's probably because you reviewed when I already updated the 3rd chap, but it just wasn't up yet. (Ok, I'm going to stop saying that now at the end of my author's notes, you know now!)
A/N - OoTP spoilers in this chapter.
Chapter 3 - The 2 A's - Aftermath and Anger
Harry Potter flew into the night, a lone, dark cloud in the sky.
It had been 2 weeks since the night of the reunion. Dumbledore had forbidden Harry to look for Hermione.
**
"It's all a trap Harry." He had said that night. "They know Hermione is your most prized possession. We will leave the finding of Hermione up to me and more older wizards."
**
"Yeah," Harry muttered, "good job their doing of finding her."
He landed softly in front of Hogsmeade Cemetery and leaned his broom against the hard brick wall. He walked threw the swinging iron gates, thinking of what a creepy place it was.
Harry walked towards the back of the cemetery, where just a few days ago 53 people had been buried there. 53 Hogwarts students.
The Death Eaters had killed them the night of the reunion. Half of them were Gryffindors. None were Slytherins.
'Big surprise there.' Harry found himself thinking.
Once he was back where the Hogwarts students had been buried he walked among the gravestones, passing by names of people whom he had known for 9 years. There was Lavendar Brown, Dean Thomas, Terry Boot, and Hannah Abbott. And many more.
He stopped when he came to the gravestone with "Ronald Weasley" on it.
"Ron." He whispered, touching the gravestone. He stood on the freshly turned earth, suddenly creeped out knowing that he was standing on the dead body of his best friend.
He didn't jump off of the mound of earth though, as many people would have done. He sat down, staring at the gravestone for the longest time.
"What's it like up there, Ron?" Harry whispered, looking up into the sky.
He could almost see Ron's head up in the sky saying back to him, "It's bloody brilliant! I can get all the chocolate frogs I want! Don't worry though mate, it's not like I'll never see you again . . ."
Harry glanced at the gravestone next to him. It was marked "Ginny Weasley". Had Ginny been at the reunion? 'Yes,' Harry thought, 'she was there. She came with Ron. Had something important to tell Hermione . . ."
Thinking about Ron, Ginny, and all the others made him think of a story Aunt Petunia had told him about. 'So Young To Die' had been the name. Aunt Petunia had often told Harry about all the books that she read, considering nobody else would listen. He was more than happy to listen; it was the one time she wasn't yelling at him.
"You really were all so young to die." Harry murmured glancing around at what was left of his friends.
Suddenly he stood up, white with rage, and yelled at the sky, "WHY DID YOU ALL HAVE TO DIE? YOU COULD HAVE DIVED OUT OF THE WAY! YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING! WHY DID YOU LET THE DEATH EATERS KILL YOU ALL? YOU WERE ALL I HAD! WHY! WHY! WHY!"
Exhausted from yelling, Harry laid down on the ground, beating it with his fists, repeatedly saying, "Why? Why? Why?" Over and over again. He knew it was childish to act this way, though he felt he had the right to be angry.
One of his best friends was dead, and the other was missing. Who was Harry to turn to?
"I've got nobody," Harry said aloud. "Nobody at all to care about me anymore. All the family I had is gone. And all my friends, too."
Saying this made Harry even madder, as it brought back memories of Sirius.
"Sirius?" Harry wondered aloud, glancing at the sky. "Are you up there too?"
Just as he had pictured Ron, he pictured Sirius.
"Hold on there, Harry. Don't do anything to rash." The pictured Sirius said.
'Everyone is always telling me what to do,' Harry thought, still angry. 'First Dumbledore, and now Sirius. How can they expect me to sit around and not do nothing while the last shred of hope I have is missing?"
Harry knew he shouldn't say this. Sirius hadn't even really told him that. He was just picturing what he knew they would say.
Deciding that he would not sit around anymore he stood up and whispered to the gravestones, "I'll never forget you guys. I'm going to get those Death Eaters back for you."
And with a last glance at Ron and Ginny's gravestones he fled out of the Cemetery, a single tear sliding down his cheek.
One again Harry Potter was a single dark cloud in the sky.
A/N - Well, here is the 3rd chapter. I dunno why I decided to write it. It's kind of a weird chapter in a way, don't you all think? I sort of like it, but it all depends on what you guys think! Thanks to Snape's Faery, Anonymous9, and luvinhary4eva122 for reviewing the 2nd chappie! Even if they are bad reviews or criticism, I want to hear it anyway! If I didn't mention your name I'm sorry! It's probably because you reviewed when I already updated the 3rd chap, but it just wasn't up yet. (Ok, I'm going to stop saying that now at the end of my author's notes, you know now!)
