Post by StormAngel on Dec 29, 2006 0:23:08 GMT -5
... I did this for The Hideaway contest thing, thought I put it up
It burned strangely, like ice, the feeling of his very touch. It sent shivers down her spine, as she thought of his prowess. Oh, how she wishes that he were still here. On this very earth. To comfort her, giving her advice, in this time of great need. No, he is gone. Gone forever in this great chasm named death. She remembers the times that he was with her. The passion and love they shared for teaching. She had fallen in love with him the day she set eyes on his face. She had changed, since his death, becoming distant, even at times, rude, to all those around her. She blames the ministry, the damn dark lord, Voldemort, and even herself, for her demise. Every thing around her speaks of him. The now dusty halls that she walk through everyday, the bedroom they shared. When the final battle arrived, she blasted her way through the ranks of the enemy, glowing a strange blue nimbus around herself. Finally reaching the man who killed him, she said those fatal words. ‘Avada Kedavra’. Everyone paused, shocked. However, her friends weren’t. They knew, when Snape killed Dumbledore, he also killed his wife, Minerva McGonagall.
It burned strangely, like ice, the feeling of his very touch. It sent shivers down her spine, as she thought of his prowess. Oh, how she wishes that he were still here. On this very earth. To comfort her, giving her advice, in this time of great need. No, he is gone. Gone forever in this great chasm named death. She remembers the times that he was with her. The passion and love they shared for teaching. She had fallen in love with him the day she set eyes on his face. She had changed, since his death, becoming distant, even at times, rude, to all those around her. She blames the ministry, the damn dark lord, Voldemort, and even herself, for her demise. Every thing around her speaks of him. The now dusty halls that she walk through everyday, the bedroom they shared. When the final battle arrived, she blasted her way through the ranks of the enemy, glowing a strange blue nimbus around herself. Finally reaching the man who killed him, she said those fatal words. ‘Avada Kedavra’. Everyone paused, shocked. However, her friends weren’t. They knew, when Snape killed Dumbledore, he also killed his wife, Minerva McGonagall.
