And We All Bleed The Same Way As You Do….
By: forestofgreenjello
Disclaimer: All characters are MINE! Ok, ok…any characters you don't RECOGNIZE are mine. The rest, of course, belong to the high and mighty J.K. Rowling. However, you will see very little of these aforementioned characters. Ms. Rowling has merely given me the setting for my story. She created Potterverse, and it's her world, I've just borrowed it for a while.
A/N Yes, yes, I know-I started two other fics and haven't updated but, I got a sudden inspiration for this after reading fics somewhat like it and well….here you see the result. Not sure if it's worth continuing, that's for you guys to decide, hehehe. This isn't really a Prologue…think of it as a preview, and excerpt from the fic. This fic is unlike any other I've done (believe me, I've got dozens of notebooks filled with unfinished fics) so I'm not sure how it will turn out… Let me know what you think, as always, review! )
"Well," I said, flipping the off switch on the radio. "That's it then."
Silence met my words, leaving them to hang in the thick air where all of us could look up at them, wince, and turn our heads. None of us really knew quite what to say. There was nothing to say. Mere words can not sum up what had just happened.
"Don't look so shocked, we all knew this would happen eventually." Typical. He just couldn't let it be, could he? I felt a sharp remark edge its way up my throat, but I forced it back down. That was just the way he was, on the outside. I took comfort in the fact that though his words were harsh, he hurt just as much as we did on the inside. He had felt pain too. You could read it on his face, hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes.
"It's just…"she trailed off, staring into the fire, lost in her own thoughts. For once, Miss Know-It-All was at a loss for words. I almost smiled. How much things had changed! We weren't the same people we were an hour ago.
"I still can't believe it." The youngest of us looked up from the floor, his wide blue eyes looking hopeless.
"You won." The other, young boy's complete opposite, sneered, pushing blond hair out of his face. "What are you so upset about?"
"No," she said, snapping out of her trance. "No, none of us won. No one wins in war. We ALL lost." She was right, as usual.
"But you beat us." He argued, still stubborn. "Good triumphed over evil, a picture perfect ending. You should all be out celebrating right now."
"Celebrate?" the boy on the rug said, as his usually warm face grew fierce. "Celebrate? I should CELEBRATE my parent's deaths, hmm?"
"At least you didn't lose your heart's match." She said, quietly, staring out the window into the dark night and fingering the locket that hung from her neck. The smug one turned his back on us, but not before I saw a glint of tears in his normally sharp eyes. They were the most unique eyes anywhere, the lightest most magnificent shade of blue. Eyes only mirrored by that of his brother's, which I knew saw no more.
"We've all suffered from this war," I said, willing my voice to stay steady as my late best friend's face flashed across my mind. "The only thing we can do know is get past it and move on."
"Classical Gryffindor line."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped back before I could help it
"The brave, lion-hearted one, pulling everyone else through, always ready to lead a helping hand…please." He practically spat, running a hand through fair blond hair and trying to seem less shaken up about this than the rest of us. "Could you be any faker?"
I opened my mouth, but then shut it. What was the point anymore? We used to go around for hours and hours, argue and shout until our voices were hoarse and one of us would stomp off, still steaming. That was before the blood had been spilled and the rivalry between the two Sides had grown so large that people were willing to do anything-anything-to fight for what they believed in. Even kill innocent people. Oh, god, no…don't think about it…don't think about her…
"Oh, go to hell." She whirled on him, eyes flashing. "Like we need to feel any worse right now."
"You know, your boyfriends' death didn't make you any less of a snob." He bit back. I winced. Her hand flew to her neck, closing over the golden heart. She stalked up to him; face red, tears threatening to fall. Before she could do so much as utter a hex, the peacemaker of us all, bounced up from the floor and stepped between them. "This is ridiculous, let's just-"
She clutched her wand tighter, and tried to brush him away with a hand. "Keep out of this, you don't know what it's like to lose some one you love!" That had to be the one of the most unreasonable things she's ever said.
"I lost MY PARENTS, you bitch!" So much for peaceful. But then, we were all out of it. Yesterday, while I was stuffing my books into my bag, rushing as usual because I was late for class, a feather fell out of one of them. A feather. A feather that came from God knows where, but probably from the day Amy and I had visited the pet shop in first year to get our owls or toads or cats or whatever and the shop keeper was treating the owls cruelly so we let them go while his back was turned and did you know that it's the most amazing sensation in the world to find yourself in the middle of a flock of owls all shapes and size with their wings brushing your cheek and talons lightly grazing your head and the feel of their bodies swooshing by you?
I was twenty minutes late for class that day. Ten spent crying, five to re-gather the books I had thrown at the wall, and five to make it seem as though when I walked into class I hadn't been sobbing my heart out or hurling books at walls.
A/N So so so! WHA'D YA THINK! PLEASE let me know in a review! (the little purple button wayyyy down there) Flames are welcome, so long as they're constructive. Like I said, it's only an except, expect more to come! )
The One And Only Sapphire