Post by MinnieQuill on Dec 20, 2006 18:09:53 GMT -5
A Whisper on the Wind
The girl held back her tears as she stood over the coffin of the boy that she had loved. He was gone and he wasn’t coming back. She remembered his last words to her. So simple and yet so eloquent.
Stay beside me like you always do
Their time together had been painfully short, hindered by the war and outside emotions. Both had been married when they’d fallen into each other’s arms and found solace, and yet afterward as they lay together on the bed they realised they didn’t care. All that mattered was that they were together.
From that moment forward they were never apart. In Order meetings, at dinner time, while fighting, they were side-by-side as had always been intended. Until that night one week ago.
“Go now!”
“Not without you!”
“I mean it leave!”
“No!”
He had looked at her then with love pouring out of his very soul.
“Stay beside me,” he had whispered, drawing her close and into a tight embrace, “Like you always do.” He had kissed her lightly on the forehead and released her but not before he had given her fingers a light squeeze.
She looked down at her gloved hands. It was ridiculous she knew but ever since that night she wasn’t without a pair of gloves. It was as if she could keep that last touch forever if her hands were covered by light cotton.
The battle was furious and there were countless deaths on both sides. She watched as her best friend was struck down and fell to the ground in a soundless heap, her formally vivid red hair turning dull as the life behind it vanished. She successfully suppressed a sob and continued to fight taking down two Death Eaters in quick succession.
He had looked at her as she muttered the fatal incantation with both pride and sadness in his eyes. They had both crossed the line that day and become killers. But oddly neither of them cared.
They had returned to the fighting immediately and her heart burst with pride as he defeated the Darkest Wizard the magical community had ever seen. He had turned to her as she ran toward him and held out his arms. It was then that she had seen Bellatrix Lestrange struggle to her feet and point her wand at his back.
She saw the mouthed incantation and screamed at him to duck, to roll, to get out of the way. And he almost did. Almost.
The green light connected with his shoulder as he leapt out of the way and he fell to the ground his eyes wide and staring no longer full of the love he had held for her.
She had screamed louder then and all of the soldiers in this fight against evil turned to face her as she cradled the head of the boy she had loved in her arms.
Bellatrix Lestrange didn’t stand a chance when she fired off her own curse. Her face showed mild surprise as the green light collided with her chest before she too fell to the ground in a lifeless heap.
She had clung to him tightly begging him to come back to her.
“Don’t leave me,” she had pleaded, “Please.”
Her husband, albeit in name only, had tried to prise her fingers from his body but she simply clung tighter; her body heaving in great sobs.
She felt another hand on her shoulder and heard a voice whisper, “Let him go. He’s . . . he’s gone.”
Her grief became so raw that she fainted and she awoke to find emerald eyes so similar to her lovers’ staring at her intently.
“Tell me it was a dream,” she had whispered.
The dark-haired witch with the emerald eyes shook her head ruefully and she dissolved into silent sobs begging it not to be true.
But it was and she stood here now alone except for one person. The other mourners had departed leaving her in her grief. Except for one person who truly knew what she was going through. She too had lost the love of her life in this war.
She felt the familiar hand on her shoulder and turned into the older woman she had become to think of as a mother, and sobbed into her shoulder. Her tears mingled with the rain that began to fall from the sky and she pulled away and turned her face upward.
She gave a small smile and placed a protective hand on the slight bump on her stomach. She already knew that the baby would be a girl. She had found out she was pregnant the day after he had died and she thanked whatever entity there was that there would be a reminder of the great man her lover had been.
Tears began to fall again as she looked at the simple gravestone in front of her. Her lover’s existence had been documented in eleven simple words.
Harry James Potter. Friend, Lover, Soul mate. You are sorely missed.
“Come now,” the emerald-eyed witch whispered.
She allowed herself to be steered away but stood still as her name became one with the wind.
“Hermione . . .”
She looked at the emerald-eyed witch who looked at her in concern at her abrupt halt. She shook her head ruefully and together the two witches made their way back to the castle which housed both their most cherished and most hated memories.
The rain continued to fall as they walked slowly through the grounds, neither caring as their hair and robes became soaked and their skin turned blue.
They ascended the steps together and paused briefly as both their names were called through the wind.
“Minerva . . .”
“Hermione . . .”
They both smiled slightly and continued into the Great Hall. Their grief would never truly abate but both knew that they weren’t alone. They had each other and the men who had unwittingly taken their hearts to the grave would forever look over them until they too ascended to the sky and into their waiting arms.
Author's note:- If you didn't guess it was Albus calling Minerva's name.
