Dugbog
Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: My Own Reality, My room
Posts: 101
| Sorry. On with the story. “We must mourn the lost of our friend, our companion, the person with the biggest heart who never really wanted to hurt anyone, he just wanted to live. We must mourn the loss of our teacher, Ruebus Hagrid.”
With the statement, they’re seemed the plug was pulled on the noise. All you heard all around you was wailing. But, Harry continued to cry in peace. I held him to me, because he was my life support. He cried, and I cried with him. The tears blurred my eyes where all I saw was Harry. And they fell in his hair and down his face, where they mingled with his. No one could really tell where my tears started and his ended. We both cried for what seemed like hours and then fell asleep. Still holding on to each other like our life depended on keeping a hold on each other was the only thing that would keep us alive.
I woke up hours later to the same silence I heard earlier in the Great Hall, except this was the silence of sleep. Where the tables had been was sleeping bags, I still had hold of Harry’s hand, because our sleeping bags where across from each other. He was still asleep and I watched him as the moonlight fell across his face. His face seemed older than his 15 years and, when he slept was the only time that his found true peace.
I crept out of my bag and climbed into Harry’s. I only slightly broke the contact with Harry and he was startled awake. He jumped like he was hit by a bolt of lightning and I soon lay beside him in the sleeping bag. I put my hand in his, pulled him arm around me, and feel back asleep, a deep sleep, a sleep as of peace.
When I work up the next morning it was to a slightly more familiar Great Hall. There was a low roar of noise of people talking and talking. There was no flow of tears like yesterday. There was a few tears still shed, but they where controlled soon afterwards.
The one thing I noticed missing most of all was the laughter. The laughter that was the most defining of the Great Hall. It was missing and made this place seem even larger than it already was. Like the crypt of a great giant.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do on days like this. Forget everything and go on living or remember and die. I chose to live, because I was always very much aware of my surrounding and something about them didn’t ring quite true.
It wasn’t in my immediate surroundings. More like a distant foreboding, a shadow waiting to consume the unlucky person who should happen to walk into it. A snake waiting for the right moment to kill its prey.
I slowly untangled myself from Harry and went in search of some breakfast since I hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning.
It seemed I wasn’t the only one in my search. I ran into the last person I would ever hope to run into at a moment like this.
“Why, hello Alexandria.” |