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Post by snowcat on Nov 26, 2005 6:33:55 GMT -5
I have never done this before, and mabey this has been done before
Albus Dumbledore stood there watching his own funeral, the horrifying amount of sadness in the air and he just could not bare to look in his Min´s eyes.... How many hours had they spent together?, how many words of comfort? How many times had they stood together, trough sweet and sour? They had lost count of it. The feeling in his heart grew, when he saw heavy tears escape Harry´s eyes. - Harry, my boy he said weakly, the sadness, the lost look on Harry’s face was to much to bear. - Minerva...his voice barely a wisper. He watched Harry walk away, and Minerva still sitting in her seat, her tartan handkerchief in her hand, looking at his grave, tears spilling from her eyes. He floated to her, using his courage to look at her face. - Albus...Minerva said softly, to his grave, I wish i could tell you... I wish that you knew that I loved you. Albuses face had gone so sad, there were no words to describe it. - I love you too, Albus said, and at that moment, he was gone.
Fin
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Post by TartanLioness on Nov 26, 2005 13:52:22 GMT -5
Awwww, Lise, this was just soooo sad but so wonderfully written. Great job.
Cammie
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Post by tanja on Nov 26, 2005 17:57:52 GMT -5
just 17 damn brilliant lines...
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Post by zoeteproet on Jan 12, 2006 12:53:00 GMT -5
Short but brilliant!
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