WARNING! There will be a vast number of spoilers in this fic, so unless you
a) don't care, b) have already read the book or c) you can't be bothered to
go out and buy your own copy, don't read.
NOTE! VERY IMPORTANT! (Well, at least to me!) I'm releasing this as a sort of teaser. If I don't get any reviews, I won't continue the story; I don't want to put loads of effort into a story nobody wants to read. So, I'm sure you've seen that little button at the bottom left hand corner, but have you used it? Hmmm?
DISCLAIMER! Insert standard disclaimer God, do I wish I owned the copyright, 'cos then I could change the ending! I'll stop blabbing now so. On with the story! : ::::::::::::::::
Morally Substantial, Chapter One - Condemn the Fault and not the Actor of it.
"We are here to commemorate the memory, of perhaps one of the greatest men that have ever lived in my lifetime. He was not a hero of the world, he wouldn't have to be, but he was a hero of many hearts. Those that did not know him, did not understand him, and those who truly understood this man, loved him. Everyone here may not have loved nor hated him, but all admired and respected him. Even if it is hidden behind walls of hurt and pain, or it is unrealised because you never believed it possible. It is still there. Though his body has passed on, his soul remains for all eternity in those he loved. Remember him not for the bad things he has done with his life, for that is easy. Remember him for the love, and essence of the good things he has achieved, for that is more worthy. Sirius Black, a loving friend to many, a loving brother to all. May your body rest in peace in the earth from which it was made, may your soul rest in peace in our hearts, were it still lives."
Harry stood numb from head to foot, not from the cold, or the wind, or the rain beating upon him, but the emptiness inside him. His tears mingled with the rain on his face, glassy eyes stared out from behind lenses of glass, out with an aching pain burning inside them. How? How could he be gone? Voldemort. He would kill him. He was no longer afraid of death; he doubted that he ever had been since the end of his first year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Brushing his long black hair from his eyes, Harry pondered his very life. Things had become more complicated in the past year. Realization had hit him. Hard. He realised that, no, this wasn't going to easy, and it was going to be bloody, and painful, and far too long. In the end, it would be worth it. The price, would be high, everyone knew that. But what they had to come to terms with was the ultimate sacrifice they would eventually have to make. Saying goodbye. That was the hardest part of death. Knowing that they would not see someone until their own time came, and would not share so much with them.
Albus Dumbledore, a man who was gifted with speech that touched every crevice of your mind, bringing forward memories forgotten long ago by the mind, but treasured by the heart. Unfortunately, the young man standing in the early morning mist, his hair plastered to his face, and his black robes clinging to his frame, would rather have forgotten these memories. His godfather, Sirius Black, knew he was not, although he had sometimes believed himself to be indestructible, had wanted to be lowered into the hard solid earth with the touch of the sun's first rays, so that they may lighten the hearts of those mourning him. The sun rose. Scarlet rays tinted with a gold so pure, it dazzled the bleak grey morning, and the bleak grey hearts.
How very Gryffindor, Harry thought.
As Dumbledore finished his testimony to Sirius Black's memory, Harry noticed a stooped figure shifting, preparing to leave. Harry thought as though he recognised the person, and the way they carried themselves. The form turned round and looked him straight in the eye.
Pulling himself together, and stalking up to the unexpected visitor, Harry hissed, "What are you doing here?"
Dun Dun Dun!!! Remember those reviews people, hit that button! Pleeeaaassseee? Pwetty pwease? I'm all alone, there's no one here to review me, my ideas have all gone, there's no one to write, to me! But you got have appraisal!
NOTE! VERY IMPORTANT! (Well, at least to me!) I'm releasing this as a sort of teaser. If I don't get any reviews, I won't continue the story; I don't want to put loads of effort into a story nobody wants to read. So, I'm sure you've seen that little button at the bottom left hand corner, but have you used it? Hmmm?
DISCLAIMER! Insert standard disclaimer God, do I wish I owned the copyright, 'cos then I could change the ending! I'll stop blabbing now so. On with the story! : ::::::::::::::::
Morally Substantial, Chapter One - Condemn the Fault and not the Actor of it.
"We are here to commemorate the memory, of perhaps one of the greatest men that have ever lived in my lifetime. He was not a hero of the world, he wouldn't have to be, but he was a hero of many hearts. Those that did not know him, did not understand him, and those who truly understood this man, loved him. Everyone here may not have loved nor hated him, but all admired and respected him. Even if it is hidden behind walls of hurt and pain, or it is unrealised because you never believed it possible. It is still there. Though his body has passed on, his soul remains for all eternity in those he loved. Remember him not for the bad things he has done with his life, for that is easy. Remember him for the love, and essence of the good things he has achieved, for that is more worthy. Sirius Black, a loving friend to many, a loving brother to all. May your body rest in peace in the earth from which it was made, may your soul rest in peace in our hearts, were it still lives."
Harry stood numb from head to foot, not from the cold, or the wind, or the rain beating upon him, but the emptiness inside him. His tears mingled with the rain on his face, glassy eyes stared out from behind lenses of glass, out with an aching pain burning inside them. How? How could he be gone? Voldemort. He would kill him. He was no longer afraid of death; he doubted that he ever had been since the end of his first year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Brushing his long black hair from his eyes, Harry pondered his very life. Things had become more complicated in the past year. Realization had hit him. Hard. He realised that, no, this wasn't going to easy, and it was going to be bloody, and painful, and far too long. In the end, it would be worth it. The price, would be high, everyone knew that. But what they had to come to terms with was the ultimate sacrifice they would eventually have to make. Saying goodbye. That was the hardest part of death. Knowing that they would not see someone until their own time came, and would not share so much with them.
Albus Dumbledore, a man who was gifted with speech that touched every crevice of your mind, bringing forward memories forgotten long ago by the mind, but treasured by the heart. Unfortunately, the young man standing in the early morning mist, his hair plastered to his face, and his black robes clinging to his frame, would rather have forgotten these memories. His godfather, Sirius Black, knew he was not, although he had sometimes believed himself to be indestructible, had wanted to be lowered into the hard solid earth with the touch of the sun's first rays, so that they may lighten the hearts of those mourning him. The sun rose. Scarlet rays tinted with a gold so pure, it dazzled the bleak grey morning, and the bleak grey hearts.
How very Gryffindor, Harry thought.
As Dumbledore finished his testimony to Sirius Black's memory, Harry noticed a stooped figure shifting, preparing to leave. Harry thought as though he recognised the person, and the way they carried themselves. The form turned round and looked him straight in the eye.
Pulling himself together, and stalking up to the unexpected visitor, Harry hissed, "What are you doing here?"
Dun Dun Dun!!! Remember those reviews people, hit that button! Pleeeaaassseee? Pwetty pwease? I'm all alone, there's no one here to review me, my ideas have all gone, there's no one to write, to me! But you got have appraisal!