Okay, so this was done for DramioneLurver's "Without you challenge." Here we go!
I pulled my flaming red hair behind my back and looked down, trying to divert attention from myself in the sea of black and blond hair. I was sitting next to my fiancée, who was trying to keep a strong exterior for the rest of the people at the wake. With tears making tracks down his face and his hand squeezing the life out of mine, it wasn't that hard to figure out that he was so broken inside. But, I thought, who wouldn't be after seeing their father die in front of them?
I had been there with Ryan when it happened. We were eating dinner with his family like we do every Sunday night. Blaise was laughing about a joke Ryan had just told the family about Helga Hufflepuff, a warlock and the Sorting Hat. He had just taken in a fork full of spaghetti when he stopped laughing and froze. No one noticed, because we were all still chuckling. We only noticed when he started to turn blue. Blaise's mother, Daphne, started to panic, and Ryan just froze. My father had made me take muggle CPR classes when I was in Hogwarts, so I began to do the heimlich. But it was too late. When I checked his pulse, he was gone. Dead.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. That was a memory that would haunt me forever. I couldn't save him. If we had noticed sooner, he could have been saved. Ryan would have had his father, Daphne would have had her husband, and I would have had her soon-to-be father in law. But it was too late. I was too late. He was gone.
As I sat in my seat, I wished the congregation would make some more noise to take me away from myself. Unlike my family, where we would all be howling with tears, these were people who did not cry over their lost loved ones, but instead gave them a respectful silence. Everyone remained strong and silent, never a peep being heard from their vicinity. Even Daphne, who was easily the most emotional in the room besides Ryan and myself, kept the tears that ran down her profile silent.
Ryan was next, so he gave my hand one more squeeze before making his way to the coffin, kneeling down at it. I saw his lips move, but could not make them out. When he came back, there was a little smile on his face that I tried to mimic back. He sat and squeezed my hand, gently nudging me to the casket. I was shocked. Why did he want the girl who couldn't save his fathers life to speak to him? Ryan gave me a reassuring smile, and with that I went up. At that point, I didn't have a choice.
As I walked up, people looked at me with indifference, confusion and disgust, the last the most common of the three. I knew what they were all thinking. Why is that Potter brat at the coffin, let alone at the wake! I knelt down by the casket, and held my head down.
Um… hi, Mr. Zabini. It's me, Lily. But I'm sure you know that. You must hate me right now. I could have saved your life, but-but I didn't. I messed up. And now you're gone. And all these people- they miss you. A lot. But I tried. I did. I didn't just leave you there, not doing anything even though I possessed the skill. So, what I'm saying is… I'm sorry.
I got up, wiping the tears off of my cheek. When I sat back down, my frown had been replaced by a small smile. When I sat down, Ryan asked, "Do you feel better?"
I nodded. "Yea, I do."
Because somehow, Blaise Zabini had just talked to me.
And I knew I was forgiven.
Wow… not my best work, but I didn't think it was that bad. I accidentally kept going between 1st and 3rd person though… Ah well. Want to make my day? All you have to do is review. You have no clue just how happy it makes me feel. Trust me. Or maybe you do. *shrug*
And yea, I know it's short. I tried to make it longer, I really did! But trust me, it was baaaaaad.