Eyes of an Angel
Disclaimer: All characters and subject matter appearing herein are the copyrighted © creations of J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros., and are borrowed for the purposes of this fan fiction. No money in any form was earned in its production.
Recommended music: Sarah McLaughlin – Full of Grace
Chapter 1 - Say so long, not Goodbye...
It had all happened so fast…
One minute he was here, right beside us laughing as if he had not a care in the world; and the next… well…
I stare down at the cold hard ground as the casket is lowered slowly into the gapping hole, his final resting place. It's not right… this feels so wrong. The very earth in which he will finally find peace seems to mock me as it reaches up to swallow him whole, as if to hide him away from all those that care about him.
Never again will I see his face or the true smiles that would, on rare occasions make an appearance. They were not the fake smiles he would put on to sooth our nerves in the troubled times that we faced. They were the smiles that could warm your heart, calm your soul, and make you feel protected and loved… they were the smiles that he would save just for me…
I may never know how it happened, but one thing's for sure, everyone knows who murdered him. What else could it have been but murder, murder at the hands of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He finally got him. After all this time the Dark Lord had accomplished the goal he had set out to do.
The bastard… I clench my fists to the point of breaking skin. I trickle of blood slowly seeps down my hands to drop harmlessly to the ground below, who once again mocks me. Lost in thought I am dimly aware of my surroundings, it all seems to be so surreal. Only the sharp stab of pain in my palms let me know that no, this isn't some nightmare were I can just wake up and everything will be as it should. Life is never that simple and clean.
A sob to my left gains my attention. As I turn to look a feeling of intense grief fills my entire being. Ron… Hermione… I bit into my lip to try and hold my tears at bay; they don't need to see me crying too. I need to stay strong for them and let them know that they can always count on me just as I know I can count on them. As my brother turns to hold Hermione closer and whisper comforting words all my efforts are futile as at last my resolve crumbles and the dame is broken. Furiously I try to hide the evidence of my pain and sorrow, but the tears keep coming.
Warm. It's the first thought that comes to mind as I realise that I'm being held in a comforting embrace. I don't know how or when she wrapped her arms around me, but I am grateful. As she continues to hug me, she slips a flower into my hands. As I grasp it by the stem new waves of raw emotion are set free, each more painful then the next. As if sensing the conflicting emotions that are running rampant within me, she increases the strength of her hug, letting me know that she will always have a shoulder for me to cry on. After all, what are mothers for?
"It's alright dear, I know it hurts. Your father and I are here for you sweetheart. Always."
Her calm words are the crutch I lean on as my heart is ripped in two while my tears continue to flood my eyes. Why must fate be such a bitch? All he wanted was to live a normal life, and now… Looking back down towards the grave I can only hope that he has finally found the peace that he deserves.
Heaving a great sigh of sorrow I wipe the tears once more from my eyes before throwing the flower on top of the casket. I know now that I must be strong, if not for myself, then for all those that still believe in what you stood for. A calm breeze lifts my flaming red hair and washes it across my face before scattering the autumn leaves that lay before your tombstone.
A small smile, like the one you use to give me graces my face as I wipe the last my tears away. I truly believe with all my heart that you have finally found your happiness. I believe that you will not be solely remembered as the Boy-Who-Lived but also as just Harry, the boy who had friends, a life, and yes, even the boy whofinally found a family to call his own in those that he cared for.
Turning towards my parents I nod to let them know that I am ready to leave. Looking back towards Ron and Hermione I give them the smile that you would always give me. Walking towards them I slowly bend down to embrace both of my friends helping them to their feet as we make our way home.
With one last look towards your grave I am surprised to see another friend standing guard over you. Like a silent companion, Hedwig watches over you ever faithfully. I suppose that this is so long… goodbye just seems so permanent especially when I know that one day… someday,I will see you again. So long… Harry…
Harry James Potter
Born July 31st 1980
Died October 31st 1998
Our friend, Our family, Our loved one… Just Harry.
I bet many people just want to kill me right now… hehe (gulp). I leave for over a year and now I show up with a new fic… Just to let all of you know Phoenix of Legend is being revised, too many plot holes, plus my writing style has changed a bit. To tell you the truth, that story is just not up to my personal tastes anymore and so an overdue rewrite of some of the chapters to make the story go smoother is needed.
Let me know if this should be a one shot or not. I do have plans for this story should any of you like to see it continued. If it is continued, the rest of the story would be in Harry's POV and not Ginny's. Later!
GriffStar2000