Post by nikkimouse on Apr 12, 2005 10:19:42 GMT -5
Right, a warning first, this INCLUDES CHARACTOR DEATH! This could go in the angst section i suppose, but my friends don't think it's angst, and it is a songfic so...? Hope you guys like it.
Minerva looked out the window, her gaze landing on a grassy hill, where the final battle had been fought seven years previously…
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
Her gaze drifted across the tiny gravestones that dotted the hill, the burial site of many of those who had fallen in battle. The casualties of the final battle had been great on both sides. Paravati Patil who would never reach her eighteenth birthday…Dean Thomas who would never graduate from Hogwarts…Neville Longbottom who could have been the Boy-Who-Lived…Percy Weasley who had returned to his family barely four months before he died. Many had died, many whose contribution would never be rewarded.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
All her seventh and sixth years had gone out into battle, less then half had returned without serious injury or death. None had escaped unscathed, physically, mentally or emotionally.
But Harry had won, just as they had all hoped. Voldemort was dead and gone, peace reigned in both the wizarding and muggle worlds once more. Harry, a famed hero again, had married Ginny Weasley, as they all expected. They had had a child, a daughter named after Harry’s mother, Lily, and Ginny was expecting a second.
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were also wedded happily, and expecting their first child in the fall. She still remembered watching the girl who had been one of Hogwarts’ brightest standing up beside one of Hogwarts’ most troublesome.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
She was Headmistress now, she held the coveted position. The coveted position that she’d give up in a heartbeat if the person who used to hold it could take it back. Albus Dumbledore, savior of the Light and destroyer of Grindlewald, had fallen in battle. He’d died defending Harry, giving the boy the chance he needed to defeat the Dark Wizard who opposed them.
Savior of the Light…Destroyer of Grindlewald…none of those titles had meant as much to him as had the title Headmaster. He had loved being responsible for the education of the new generation, of steering them away from the Darkness and back into the Light. And he had not failed…
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
Of all the students in the school, only a handful had turned to Voldemort, including Draco Malfoy. But he was a lost cause when he entered the school, raised by parents who served Lord Voldemort and schooled in the darkest of dark arts. But many of those whom might have turned had been saved, and had fought for the Light.
Her gaze lingered on a single tombstone standing all alone by the lake, and a wistful smile crossed her lips. One day, she would she join him, her angel.
“One day, my love…”
Minerva looked out the window, her gaze landing on a grassy hill, where the final battle had been fought seven years previously…
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
Her gaze drifted across the tiny gravestones that dotted the hill, the burial site of many of those who had fallen in battle. The casualties of the final battle had been great on both sides. Paravati Patil who would never reach her eighteenth birthday…Dean Thomas who would never graduate from Hogwarts…Neville Longbottom who could have been the Boy-Who-Lived…Percy Weasley who had returned to his family barely four months before he died. Many had died, many whose contribution would never be rewarded.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
All her seventh and sixth years had gone out into battle, less then half had returned without serious injury or death. None had escaped unscathed, physically, mentally or emotionally.
But Harry had won, just as they had all hoped. Voldemort was dead and gone, peace reigned in both the wizarding and muggle worlds once more. Harry, a famed hero again, had married Ginny Weasley, as they all expected. They had had a child, a daughter named after Harry’s mother, Lily, and Ginny was expecting a second.
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were also wedded happily, and expecting their first child in the fall. She still remembered watching the girl who had been one of Hogwarts’ brightest standing up beside one of Hogwarts’ most troublesome.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
She was Headmistress now, she held the coveted position. The coveted position that she’d give up in a heartbeat if the person who used to hold it could take it back. Albus Dumbledore, savior of the Light and destroyer of Grindlewald, had fallen in battle. He’d died defending Harry, giving the boy the chance he needed to defeat the Dark Wizard who opposed them.
Savior of the Light…Destroyer of Grindlewald…none of those titles had meant as much to him as had the title Headmaster. He had loved being responsible for the education of the new generation, of steering them away from the Darkness and back into the Light. And he had not failed…
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
Of all the students in the school, only a handful had turned to Voldemort, including Draco Malfoy. But he was a lost cause when he entered the school, raised by parents who served Lord Voldemort and schooled in the darkest of dark arts. But many of those whom might have turned had been saved, and had fought for the Light.
Her gaze lingered on a single tombstone standing all alone by the lake, and a wistful smile crossed her lips. One day, she would she join him, her angel.
“One day, my love…”
, this got me sniffing ;D. Still, great songfic, you did a very good job telling Minerva's 'after the battle' emotions. Congrats!
Karlie 
, wonderful story.