Post by beMMADfabulous on Jul 23, 2007 16:39:32 GMT -5
A/N:: This is a short little piece that emerged from the death of a man I knew. He had three children, one of them a baby. 
Oh, and this is pretty AU, of course.
FanFic 100 Challenge #:: 009- Months
She sits alone at the funeral of the man in the white tomb. No one who cares to even take a glance at her will believe that there is anything out of the ordinary about her. Her hair is in the same high bun it has always been, and her posture is just as stiff. There is, however, something missing from her and yet something more, all the same. She places a hand over her heart, desperately attempting fill the hole within her with something more than the tears that flow freely from her eyes. Absentmindedly, she clutches the wedding ring around her necklace tightly in her hand.
Albus is gone now; he was all that was left of her. During the latter days of his life, Albus was never able to discover the secret he left behind for her, but a certain peace about her current knowledge of it leads her to understand that he is now aware, and he is pleased.
She wonders what she will do now that he, the love of her life, is gone. When the months pass and she must still keep their secret from the world, to whom will she turn? There is no one...
For a moment she imagines many months from now. She will cry silently to herself when she looks into the face of their child and sees the similarities between them. Her child will never know his or her own father...
She never expected to, never wanted to live a day without Albus, but now she must. She must go on in life not only because of the war that is eminent in the Wizarding world but because she is a mother now. She cannot, will not leave her child alone in this world, absent from the comfort and love that he or she fully deserves.
She walks unsteadily to the tomb and places a cold hand upon it, promising Albus and herself that she will raise this child as she knew he would wish, knowing in her heart that the secret she carries, no matter how many tears she will shed because of it, is a symbol of joy, never a burden.
THE END
Oh, and this is pretty AU, of course.FanFic 100 Challenge #:: 009- Months
The Secret She Carries
She sits alone at the funeral of the man in the white tomb. No one who cares to even take a glance at her will believe that there is anything out of the ordinary about her. Her hair is in the same high bun it has always been, and her posture is just as stiff. There is, however, something missing from her and yet something more, all the same. She places a hand over her heart, desperately attempting fill the hole within her with something more than the tears that flow freely from her eyes. Absentmindedly, she clutches the wedding ring around her necklace tightly in her hand.
Albus is gone now; he was all that was left of her. During the latter days of his life, Albus was never able to discover the secret he left behind for her, but a certain peace about her current knowledge of it leads her to understand that he is now aware, and he is pleased.
She wonders what she will do now that he, the love of her life, is gone. When the months pass and she must still keep their secret from the world, to whom will she turn? There is no one...
For a moment she imagines many months from now. She will cry silently to herself when she looks into the face of their child and sees the similarities between them. Her child will never know his or her own father...
She never expected to, never wanted to live a day without Albus, but now she must. She must go on in life not only because of the war that is eminent in the Wizarding world but because she is a mother now. She cannot, will not leave her child alone in this world, absent from the comfort and love that he or she fully deserves.
She walks unsteadily to the tomb and places a cold hand upon it, promising Albus and herself that she will raise this child as she knew he would wish, knowing in her heart that the secret she carries, no matter how many tears she will shed because of it, is a symbol of joy, never a burden.
THE END
