Warning: This is an attempt to cheat you of your tears!!
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19 December 2003
I watched as my baby girl slept on, her breathing weak and slow. It hurts me so much as a mum to her suffering in silence. I've lost Harry, a son to me, and now I've lost my only daughter to the world of unconsciousness.
Our family was torn apart on that fateful day, everyone was hurt in their own way although they didn't show it out. Harry's death had affected them in the most disastrous way.
It's been a fortnight, thought we are still grieving, most of us had returned to our daily life. Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and even Ron had returned to their job post. They left the house early in the morning and returned after midnight. I doubt if their work are that demanding, but from the reeking smell of liquor on their body when they returned home, I strongly suspect that they had been meeting up for drinking sessions.
The house was unusually quiet these days, no laughter, no presence of happiness or joy. The guys stayed away from home, afraid that the house would remind them of Harry, leaving the whole house to us for most of the day. Hermione had resigned from her work in the ministry to keep me company in the house and also help me look after Ginny. Many times, I tried to persuade her to go back to the work she loves for I think it's unfair to keep her in the house when she's still so young and talented. She would have done well in her job; I don't want to tie her down with an old woman and her broken daughter. But Hermione for being who she was, stubbornly refused. After the millionth time, I gave up and let her be, secretly in my heart, I really appreciate what she had done. With her around, I could face the house better.
After the tenth time Ron got back dead drunk again, all my impatience and hatred I kept inside me burst. I screamed and shouted myself hoarse before breaking down in front of him. I flopped down onto the rug in front of the fireplace and cried my heart away. After so many days of pretending to be strong, I finally collapsed. I couldn't take the stress anymore, it hurt too much. But as the woman of the family, I couldn't display my weakness. I have to be strong to provide for the family, for my poor child lying in her bed, pale as a sheet of parchment. If I were to collapse, who would take care of my husband and children? I knew Hermione would gladly offer to take over my job but she isn't coping too well with her best friend's death, one who was like an elder brother to her.
So after I cried until there were no more tears in me, I picked myself off the ground and went to prepare supper as if nothing had happened. We ate through supper quietly, no one talked, and no one dared to look at me. Surprising enough, things changed to the better the next day, Arthur and the boys were at home by dinner to my surprise and there were no more drinking sessions after that day.
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Ginny finally woke up from her sleep on the 18th day. Hermione shouted with glee when she first noticed that her eyeballs were moving under her eyelids. It was a Sunday morning, so the whole house was present. They fought tooth and nails trying to get to her room first and all of them teared when Ginny finally opened her eyes.
We were all cheering and clapping when Hermione helped her sit up in her bed. The first thing she did was to ask about Harry and the whole house fell into an immediate silence. The boys all looked onto the ground not meeting her eyes, they were afraid that she might not be able to take the shock too well so they all kept quiet.
Determined as usual, Ginny asked the second time. When we did not answer, she was practically shouting to know what had happened to Harry.
I was the one who spoke up, against my will, I told her that Harry had left us. After I told her, she didn't faint again, neither did she cry, she simply sat there staring into space. No matter how we called her name, she never respond, she simply stared into the air with unfocused eyes. All of our heart wretched to see her like that, I knew her heart had died along with Harry. I could not see any sign of hope or life in her; she looked just like porcelain doll, so fragile, empty, and happened to look just like my beloved child.
Hermione and I took turns to keep Ginny accompany throughout the year. We talked to her hoping to arouse the hiding self in her but in vain, she had hidden too deeply, we couldn't reach her. She cooped up in her room day in; day out, totally oblivious to her surrounding, wading in her own misery.
Sometimes, I cried, begging her to return to me but she was totally unmoved by the pleas from her old frail mother. I begin to suspect that she had give up the will to love and had followed Harry to the realm of dead. I can't totally blame her; her whole life was ruined, her lover taken forcefully away from her. I think that she even hoped that she had died with Harry that day. How selfish of her! I would have gone insane if she does, but who am I to blame her? Two young lives were ruined, they didn't get to enjoy marrying to the ones they love, they didn't get to experience the joy of having their fist born and they never get to see each other age, watch their children grew.
Harry's only 21 and Ginny's only 20, they haven't even live half their life, it's only the beginning of their life and it had ended in this way. Harry had never got to experience happiness, his whole short life consisted of nothing but misery, when he finally found himself in Ginny, and he died. Ginny hadn't got the chance to give her love to Harry when it had been deprived from her, and she's been waiting for 10 years to give her love to Harry, since she first saw him and now she would never get the chance to. Oh, my ill-fated children!! What had they done to deserve that?
We all began to lose hope until Neville's sudden appearance. He turned up at our doorsteps that winter to offer us his condolences for he was overseas the whole year on an auror assignment thus he did not know of Harry's death until his friends told him when he returned. That nice boy was a very good friend of Harry's and Ginny, he's the one who brought them together and it grieved him to learn that his best mate had passed on and his girl was in a bad mental state. So he started to be a regular visitor in the burrow, he would come every week without fail to visit Ginny, hoping to bring her back to her own self. Slowly, as months pasted, Ginny gradually come out of her shell with Neville's aid. I don't know what he did to cause her change but I'm glad that the boy could influence her in such a way.
You could never imagine my joy when one day, Ginny called me. I dropped whatever I'm holding in my hands and enveloped her in a hug, which she finally did return. I wept for joy to be able to hear her call me and feel her touch after all these years. My daughter's back at last!! I thank Harry for letting her go and returning her to us. Although he deserved to have her, I still can't help but be selfish, I don't want to lose my child to anyone.
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Please review!! Once again, excuse my grammar!! Two more chapters to go!!
Anyone shed tears? Anyone?
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19 December 2003
I watched as my baby girl slept on, her breathing weak and slow. It hurts me so much as a mum to her suffering in silence. I've lost Harry, a son to me, and now I've lost my only daughter to the world of unconsciousness.
Our family was torn apart on that fateful day, everyone was hurt in their own way although they didn't show it out. Harry's death had affected them in the most disastrous way.
It's been a fortnight, thought we are still grieving, most of us had returned to our daily life. Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and even Ron had returned to their job post. They left the house early in the morning and returned after midnight. I doubt if their work are that demanding, but from the reeking smell of liquor on their body when they returned home, I strongly suspect that they had been meeting up for drinking sessions.
The house was unusually quiet these days, no laughter, no presence of happiness or joy. The guys stayed away from home, afraid that the house would remind them of Harry, leaving the whole house to us for most of the day. Hermione had resigned from her work in the ministry to keep me company in the house and also help me look after Ginny. Many times, I tried to persuade her to go back to the work she loves for I think it's unfair to keep her in the house when she's still so young and talented. She would have done well in her job; I don't want to tie her down with an old woman and her broken daughter. But Hermione for being who she was, stubbornly refused. After the millionth time, I gave up and let her be, secretly in my heart, I really appreciate what she had done. With her around, I could face the house better.
After the tenth time Ron got back dead drunk again, all my impatience and hatred I kept inside me burst. I screamed and shouted myself hoarse before breaking down in front of him. I flopped down onto the rug in front of the fireplace and cried my heart away. After so many days of pretending to be strong, I finally collapsed. I couldn't take the stress anymore, it hurt too much. But as the woman of the family, I couldn't display my weakness. I have to be strong to provide for the family, for my poor child lying in her bed, pale as a sheet of parchment. If I were to collapse, who would take care of my husband and children? I knew Hermione would gladly offer to take over my job but she isn't coping too well with her best friend's death, one who was like an elder brother to her.
So after I cried until there were no more tears in me, I picked myself off the ground and went to prepare supper as if nothing had happened. We ate through supper quietly, no one talked, and no one dared to look at me. Surprising enough, things changed to the better the next day, Arthur and the boys were at home by dinner to my surprise and there were no more drinking sessions after that day.
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Ginny finally woke up from her sleep on the 18th day. Hermione shouted with glee when she first noticed that her eyeballs were moving under her eyelids. It was a Sunday morning, so the whole house was present. They fought tooth and nails trying to get to her room first and all of them teared when Ginny finally opened her eyes.
We were all cheering and clapping when Hermione helped her sit up in her bed. The first thing she did was to ask about Harry and the whole house fell into an immediate silence. The boys all looked onto the ground not meeting her eyes, they were afraid that she might not be able to take the shock too well so they all kept quiet.
Determined as usual, Ginny asked the second time. When we did not answer, she was practically shouting to know what had happened to Harry.
I was the one who spoke up, against my will, I told her that Harry had left us. After I told her, she didn't faint again, neither did she cry, she simply sat there staring into space. No matter how we called her name, she never respond, she simply stared into the air with unfocused eyes. All of our heart wretched to see her like that, I knew her heart had died along with Harry. I could not see any sign of hope or life in her; she looked just like porcelain doll, so fragile, empty, and happened to look just like my beloved child.
Hermione and I took turns to keep Ginny accompany throughout the year. We talked to her hoping to arouse the hiding self in her but in vain, she had hidden too deeply, we couldn't reach her. She cooped up in her room day in; day out, totally oblivious to her surrounding, wading in her own misery.
Sometimes, I cried, begging her to return to me but she was totally unmoved by the pleas from her old frail mother. I begin to suspect that she had give up the will to love and had followed Harry to the realm of dead. I can't totally blame her; her whole life was ruined, her lover taken forcefully away from her. I think that she even hoped that she had died with Harry that day. How selfish of her! I would have gone insane if she does, but who am I to blame her? Two young lives were ruined, they didn't get to enjoy marrying to the ones they love, they didn't get to experience the joy of having their fist born and they never get to see each other age, watch their children grew.
Harry's only 21 and Ginny's only 20, they haven't even live half their life, it's only the beginning of their life and it had ended in this way. Harry had never got to experience happiness, his whole short life consisted of nothing but misery, when he finally found himself in Ginny, and he died. Ginny hadn't got the chance to give her love to Harry when it had been deprived from her, and she's been waiting for 10 years to give her love to Harry, since she first saw him and now she would never get the chance to. Oh, my ill-fated children!! What had they done to deserve that?
We all began to lose hope until Neville's sudden appearance. He turned up at our doorsteps that winter to offer us his condolences for he was overseas the whole year on an auror assignment thus he did not know of Harry's death until his friends told him when he returned. That nice boy was a very good friend of Harry's and Ginny, he's the one who brought them together and it grieved him to learn that his best mate had passed on and his girl was in a bad mental state. So he started to be a regular visitor in the burrow, he would come every week without fail to visit Ginny, hoping to bring her back to her own self. Slowly, as months pasted, Ginny gradually come out of her shell with Neville's aid. I don't know what he did to cause her change but I'm glad that the boy could influence her in such a way.
You could never imagine my joy when one day, Ginny called me. I dropped whatever I'm holding in my hands and enveloped her in a hug, which she finally did return. I wept for joy to be able to hear her call me and feel her touch after all these years. My daughter's back at last!! I thank Harry for letting her go and returning her to us. Although he deserved to have her, I still can't help but be selfish, I don't want to lose my child to anyone.
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Please review!! Once again, excuse my grammar!! Two more chapters to go!!
Anyone shed tears? Anyone?