Madam Butterfly (Adapted from a famous Chinese classic story)
Part II ( Hermione POV)
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5 December 2003
My heart tears for Ginny as I watched her pale and motionless lying on her bed, it's been a week since that fateful night and she never wake. We lost Harry and now by the looks of it, we are going to lose Ginny too. Never did we ever thought that our life are going to be changed 180 degrees, when Harry and Ginny returned from a date, one dead and the other lost to the world.
I can remember very well, Harry had planned a romantic surprise dinner to celebrate their three-year dating anniversary. Ron and I are co conspirator in helping Harry keep Ginny in the dark, and organising the dinner. Harry had planned to propose to Ginny after the dinner, he had got the blessings of all the Weasleys and he only need Ginny's nodding before he had her dragged into the church. Never did we know that the two lovers would never make it to the church.
Looking at Ginny's pale face and thin frame, I wonder if Harry had managed to give her the ring before they were attacked. The great sapphire ring, Virginia Stone, Harry had specially made for her was nowhere to be found after the incident. I personally think that it's for the best it's lost, for it brings too many painful memories. What's the use even if it's found when the sender was now ten feets deep in the ground and the receiver unconsious?
From what Snape had told us, Harry had died trying to protect Ginny, he had turn all the deatheaters' attention onto himself so that Ginny could be gone unnoticed, he had her sent to safety using the Banishing spell. It was the last spell he and his wand casted, Snape said Harry didn't even put up a fight.
Poor Snape, after risking his exposure by bringing Harry's body back, he had to face the Weasleys' brothers. They blamed him for not helping Harry fight the deatheaters, they blamed him for Harry's death. They called him names like Traitor, Bloody Deatheaters but he didn't say a word. They cursed him one by one, had him twitching on the ground on all fours like a beast, Ron had almost cast the Unforgivable Curse on him if not stopped by Dumbledore himself and yet he never say a word. The old man himself looked grief and old, his usually wise and sparkling old blue eyes now filled with sadness and sorrow, one would feel as if looking into a pit less hole when looking into it. He hardly speaks after that day, I tried to comfort the old man who was like a grandfather to Harry but he simply ignored me and walked away without a word.
Lupin wasn't any better; he had suffered the most other than Ginny. He had witnessed six deaths in his life, his parents lost to old age and sickness, Lily and James, lost to Voldermort, Peter lost to betrayal, Sirius lost to Bellatrix, Harry lost to deatheaters. Most of his losses were due to Voldermort, that filth of the earth. Even through that beast had fallen when Harry died; it's not good enough for us who had lost many of our loved ones to him. Never did he expect that Harry's death would result in his downfall, all these years he's been going after Harry's blood and now, it's Harry's blood that had caused his fall. That's the irony of life; all of us are consistently fighting for what we want, sometimes it's our wants that destroy us. It made us into monsters, inhuman, hard-hearted. We deserved whatever happened to us in the end, after destroying so many people to get our goal. Bloody, yes, bloody!
I have no idea what feelings was Ginny experiencing; she lays cold and stiff in the bed. I think her conscious was awake but her body's not. She might be trying to escape from reality; she does not want to face it. Many times, I saw her eyes rolling under her eyelid but no matter how I called her name, she never open her eyes. Whenever I see her, I can picture very vividly in my mind the scene at that rainy night.
Ginny was holding a bloody Harry in her arms, his shirt that I had bought him for his birthday was stained with bright red blood. Blood was still tickling down from the corner of his mouth even though I knew perfectly well that he's gone. His head drooping down from Ginny's arm like a doll, his arm white and pale sticking out in odd angles and heart shattering part was his eyes. His brilliant green eyes, was staring wide, I think he was surprised that life had been taken away from him so suddenly. Slowly with shaking hands, Ginny moved her hand over his eyes and he shut them never to open them and look at us. Rain was pouring down, thunder clapped above us, Mrs Weasley tried to take him from her but she didn't loosen her grip a bit. Finally, Mrs Weasley gave up and Dumbledore took her place, he tried whispering words into her ears but she continued gazing at Harry's face, not hearing a word he said. We called her name, hoping to arouse her from her daze, and unexpectedly, she loosed her grip for Harry's hand had fall off her lap and before we know it, she collapsed onto Harry's body.
We buried Harry in the most honourable way possible. We had planned to wait for Ginny to wake before we proceed with the funeral but she showed no signs of consciousness so we had no choice but to lay him on earth the next day. Outsiders other than family and school staff were not allowed to take part in the funeral. Harry had a lifetime of attention and he doesn't need it when he's gone. We lay him in the Godric Cementery where his parents and forefathers lie, hoping that he finds peace with his family that he never know. Harry's death was in the headlines for the next few days, we received tons of condolences letter but nothing could make us better. We knew him more than them, he was the Boy-Who-Lived who brought the downfall of the Dark Lord to them but to us, he's friend, brother, family.
I witnessed many transformations of humans these few days, and until now it still scares me. Ron, who was usually cheerful and silly, is scarily quiet and temperamental. Fred and George who were usually loud and fun, are frightfully unstable, one moment they were laughing and the other, they were throwing things. Charlie, Bill and Percy who were usually reserved, are now violent. They spent hours blasting the poor gnomes, who unfortunately gets in their way, trying to vast their frustration onto them. Mrs Weasley always coop up in her room crying, Mr Weasley either comforting her in their room or busy working, trying to lift mind of things. I only get to see Mrs Weasley twice a day, when she comes down to make lunch and dinner; her eyes were always puffy and red. I, Hermione Granger, felt at loss, I'm neither feeling murderous nor hiding away crying, I think I'm more like a zombie. I move around the whole house not knowing what I am doing, sometimes I ended up in the garden staring into space, other times I coop myself in Ginny's room, staring at her, knowing perfectly well that no amount of staring was going to revive her. I'm very accident prone, I'm a danger to myself, many times, I almost scalded myself trying to make tea, I cut myself while slicing bread. I walk into pillars and pits not knowing where I'm going, I once almost walking into the river while spacing out, fortunately Ron saw me from afar and stunned me before I walked into the water. If I succeed into 'commiting suicide', then it would be one more death; I think they would go crazy if I too died.
Life was living hell, everyone was experiencing dramatic changes in their life! We need time, time to heal our wounds, time to fill up the space in our heart that Harry had once be. But can we really not be pained ten years down the road? If I say yes, then I'm cheating you. No, we couldn't! The Boy-Who-Lived lives in our heart till the end of time!
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Tell me!! Tell me that my story moves u to tears!! Ah, I know a lot of my fics are too sad and u want happier, fluffier ones. But for the time being, I'm feeling gloomy so I'm writing sad ones. Wait till I feel happier, I'll wait happy ending ones with lots of fluff!!
Okay, forgive me if my grammar still sucks, I cant bother looking for a beta reader. For I just write and post, it's too much bother if I have to wait for someone else to finish beta before I can post. Bear with me for the time being for this story would be short, I think I'll write 2 more chapters before the end!! Reviews, I love reviews!!
Part II ( Hermione POV)
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5 December 2003
My heart tears for Ginny as I watched her pale and motionless lying on her bed, it's been a week since that fateful night and she never wake. We lost Harry and now by the looks of it, we are going to lose Ginny too. Never did we ever thought that our life are going to be changed 180 degrees, when Harry and Ginny returned from a date, one dead and the other lost to the world.
I can remember very well, Harry had planned a romantic surprise dinner to celebrate their three-year dating anniversary. Ron and I are co conspirator in helping Harry keep Ginny in the dark, and organising the dinner. Harry had planned to propose to Ginny after the dinner, he had got the blessings of all the Weasleys and he only need Ginny's nodding before he had her dragged into the church. Never did we know that the two lovers would never make it to the church.
Looking at Ginny's pale face and thin frame, I wonder if Harry had managed to give her the ring before they were attacked. The great sapphire ring, Virginia Stone, Harry had specially made for her was nowhere to be found after the incident. I personally think that it's for the best it's lost, for it brings too many painful memories. What's the use even if it's found when the sender was now ten feets deep in the ground and the receiver unconsious?
From what Snape had told us, Harry had died trying to protect Ginny, he had turn all the deatheaters' attention onto himself so that Ginny could be gone unnoticed, he had her sent to safety using the Banishing spell. It was the last spell he and his wand casted, Snape said Harry didn't even put up a fight.
Poor Snape, after risking his exposure by bringing Harry's body back, he had to face the Weasleys' brothers. They blamed him for not helping Harry fight the deatheaters, they blamed him for Harry's death. They called him names like Traitor, Bloody Deatheaters but he didn't say a word. They cursed him one by one, had him twitching on the ground on all fours like a beast, Ron had almost cast the Unforgivable Curse on him if not stopped by Dumbledore himself and yet he never say a word. The old man himself looked grief and old, his usually wise and sparkling old blue eyes now filled with sadness and sorrow, one would feel as if looking into a pit less hole when looking into it. He hardly speaks after that day, I tried to comfort the old man who was like a grandfather to Harry but he simply ignored me and walked away without a word.
Lupin wasn't any better; he had suffered the most other than Ginny. He had witnessed six deaths in his life, his parents lost to old age and sickness, Lily and James, lost to Voldermort, Peter lost to betrayal, Sirius lost to Bellatrix, Harry lost to deatheaters. Most of his losses were due to Voldermort, that filth of the earth. Even through that beast had fallen when Harry died; it's not good enough for us who had lost many of our loved ones to him. Never did he expect that Harry's death would result in his downfall, all these years he's been going after Harry's blood and now, it's Harry's blood that had caused his fall. That's the irony of life; all of us are consistently fighting for what we want, sometimes it's our wants that destroy us. It made us into monsters, inhuman, hard-hearted. We deserved whatever happened to us in the end, after destroying so many people to get our goal. Bloody, yes, bloody!
I have no idea what feelings was Ginny experiencing; she lays cold and stiff in the bed. I think her conscious was awake but her body's not. She might be trying to escape from reality; she does not want to face it. Many times, I saw her eyes rolling under her eyelid but no matter how I called her name, she never open her eyes. Whenever I see her, I can picture very vividly in my mind the scene at that rainy night.
Ginny was holding a bloody Harry in her arms, his shirt that I had bought him for his birthday was stained with bright red blood. Blood was still tickling down from the corner of his mouth even though I knew perfectly well that he's gone. His head drooping down from Ginny's arm like a doll, his arm white and pale sticking out in odd angles and heart shattering part was his eyes. His brilliant green eyes, was staring wide, I think he was surprised that life had been taken away from him so suddenly. Slowly with shaking hands, Ginny moved her hand over his eyes and he shut them never to open them and look at us. Rain was pouring down, thunder clapped above us, Mrs Weasley tried to take him from her but she didn't loosen her grip a bit. Finally, Mrs Weasley gave up and Dumbledore took her place, he tried whispering words into her ears but she continued gazing at Harry's face, not hearing a word he said. We called her name, hoping to arouse her from her daze, and unexpectedly, she loosed her grip for Harry's hand had fall off her lap and before we know it, she collapsed onto Harry's body.
We buried Harry in the most honourable way possible. We had planned to wait for Ginny to wake before we proceed with the funeral but she showed no signs of consciousness so we had no choice but to lay him on earth the next day. Outsiders other than family and school staff were not allowed to take part in the funeral. Harry had a lifetime of attention and he doesn't need it when he's gone. We lay him in the Godric Cementery where his parents and forefathers lie, hoping that he finds peace with his family that he never know. Harry's death was in the headlines for the next few days, we received tons of condolences letter but nothing could make us better. We knew him more than them, he was the Boy-Who-Lived who brought the downfall of the Dark Lord to them but to us, he's friend, brother, family.
I witnessed many transformations of humans these few days, and until now it still scares me. Ron, who was usually cheerful and silly, is scarily quiet and temperamental. Fred and George who were usually loud and fun, are frightfully unstable, one moment they were laughing and the other, they were throwing things. Charlie, Bill and Percy who were usually reserved, are now violent. They spent hours blasting the poor gnomes, who unfortunately gets in their way, trying to vast their frustration onto them. Mrs Weasley always coop up in her room crying, Mr Weasley either comforting her in their room or busy working, trying to lift mind of things. I only get to see Mrs Weasley twice a day, when she comes down to make lunch and dinner; her eyes were always puffy and red. I, Hermione Granger, felt at loss, I'm neither feeling murderous nor hiding away crying, I think I'm more like a zombie. I move around the whole house not knowing what I am doing, sometimes I ended up in the garden staring into space, other times I coop myself in Ginny's room, staring at her, knowing perfectly well that no amount of staring was going to revive her. I'm very accident prone, I'm a danger to myself, many times, I almost scalded myself trying to make tea, I cut myself while slicing bread. I walk into pillars and pits not knowing where I'm going, I once almost walking into the river while spacing out, fortunately Ron saw me from afar and stunned me before I walked into the water. If I succeed into 'commiting suicide', then it would be one more death; I think they would go crazy if I too died.
Life was living hell, everyone was experiencing dramatic changes in their life! We need time, time to heal our wounds, time to fill up the space in our heart that Harry had once be. But can we really not be pained ten years down the road? If I say yes, then I'm cheating you. No, we couldn't! The Boy-Who-Lived lives in our heart till the end of time!
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Tell me!! Tell me that my story moves u to tears!! Ah, I know a lot of my fics are too sad and u want happier, fluffier ones. But for the time being, I'm feeling gloomy so I'm writing sad ones. Wait till I feel happier, I'll wait happy ending ones with lots of fluff!!
Okay, forgive me if my grammar still sucks, I cant bother looking for a beta reader. For I just write and post, it's too much bother if I have to wait for someone else to finish beta before I can post. Bear with me for the time being for this story would be short, I think I'll write 2 more chapters before the end!! Reviews, I love reviews!!