The world of Harry Potter doesn't have to be over! This is the beginning of the end. Lord Vodlemort and finally met his demise and the wizrding, as well as Muggle, world can finally go on.
I guess the depends on who you ask, right? If you ask me I'll tell you it's going to continue because I am going to write more stories. Gee, how convenient is that?
I wrote the first chapter and I am going to try to imitate Rowlings writing technique to the best of my abilities, although, I am sure it is going to take come practice.
I am doing intense research to make sure that my stories make sense and are logical in relation to past (and present ) events and to information given by Rowling in interviews but not necessarily in the books.
Anyway, they should be decent in length. I studied how long the chapters were (something around 20 pages) with about 180-200 words per page. This pilot chapter is about 18 pages long (if it were in book form, mind you).
Please feel free and even inclined to contact me regarding my workmanship, lol. But also keep in mind this is only the first chapter. Much more to come!
It looked as if there was a very extravagant wedding in preparation. White flowers decorated the Great Hall. The enchanted ceiling shown of clear sky and a vivid sun, though the weather outside was hardly anything to smile about. The house tables had been replaced with rows of chairs. Hundreds of white, wooden chairs. Each etched in gold with every particular person's name.
Unfortunately for the students of Hogwarts, among others of the wizarding world, this was not a joyous occasion. White caskets, with gold names of those who occupied them, lined the front of the Great Hall; this ceremony was to honor the fallen heroes who gave their lives in the war against Lord Voldemort.
"You reckon mum can handle seeing Fred like this?" said Ron as a dozen more white flower pedals shot from the end of his wand, littering the floor in perfect arrangement.
"Hermione can't even look at the Great Hall, let alone say her last goodbyes to the lot."
"Well," said Harry "Ginny certainly isn't doing any better. But I'm sure your dad has got a hold on things. You mum's got some might. Did you see the way she knocked off Bellatrix?"
"Yeah... I suppose she does, eh? Honestly, Harry. I have never in my life seen her so livid, with good reason! I'm half surprised you didn't take Lestrange out first, seeing as how you fancy Ginny and all."
"Yeah." said Harry, looking at one of the pedals float to the ground. He hadn't really thought about what it would be like if one of those caskets carried Ginny's name. He recalled walking to his death, minutes before Avada Kedavra would pass Lord Voldemort's lips and forever, so he though, put an end to The Boy Who Lived . He had seen Ginny comforting an injured girl, tears in her eyes. He wanted more than anything just to talk to her. To touch her one last time. Alas, he walked on. He has minutes to live, yet not a word slipped from his mouth; he couldn't even remember the last real conversation he had with her. He suddenly felt a sickening emptiness in his stomach at the thought of losing Ginny to the wrath of Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Well, that ought to be enough, don't you think, Ron?" Asked Harry, trying to get his mind off of the terrible thoughts, but also realizing he had just made a 2 foot high pile of petals.
"Enough?" said Ron, eying the mess Harry has just made. "Harry, I expect you're upset about everyone... you know... coming to your defense and..."
"Right, well I'll go let Professor McGonagall know the hall is ready." he interrupted, not quite ready for the conversation Ron was trying to have. He exited the hall, realizing he now had to go get Professor McGonagall instead of doing what he really wanted to do - comfort Ginny in her time of loss.
The Great Hall was finally fit for a ceremony of these circumstances. In less than thirty minutes the hall would be flooded with mourning students. Grieving parents of those students old enough to stay in the fight - and lose their lives. Weeping friends of the brave witches and wizards who lie before them. For a split second the Resurrection Stone crossed Harry's mind but, reminded of his promise to Dumbledore, the thought exited as quickly as it entered. Now his only task was to let the room know how grateful he was for these selfless people. He would give the first eulogy of the evening; quite possibly the most important speech he was going to ever give.
Harry joined Professor McGonagall and the rest of the Hogwarts staff at the front of the hall, the seat where Dumbledore so often provided warnings, encouragement, and awards to the Hogwart's residents stood empty. The fact the there was no longer a headmaster had somehow managed to elude even McGonagall's mind and talk to his predecessor haven't even began . He looked across the hall and couldn't help but notice the open caskets the lie beneath him. Fred look more peaceful than Harry had ever seen him. In all the years of jokes and gags, Fred was rarely without a grin adorning his face. Never again would Fred sell a Fizzing Whizbee, tell a joke, poke innocent fun at a friend, or hug his mother, Mrs. Weasley. All because of Harry. This gave him an unsound feeling of regret and greif. Then he saw Tonk's and Lupin, their caskets side by side. Lupin, in his human form, looked much more relaxed and relieved than Harry had ever witnessed him alive. His arms neatly folded on his chest, like he may only be in a deep slumber. Tonk's, with mousy brown hair which Harry imagined was as close to her natural hair color as it could get, not only looked as content as Lupin, but almost happy. Harry could most definitely see a slight smile on her face. Both Tonk's and Lupin had left their first and only child to him. Little Teddy would grow up parent-less, just like Harry. But would they have granted Harry the high honor of Godfather to their son if they had anticipated dying at the hands of a Death Eater, all in the name of Harry Potter? After all, Harry had belittled Lupin for his decision to fight with the Order instead of staying at home with his pregnant wife. Yet, he half-willingly let the both of them sacrifice their lives and now Harry was completely responsible for this whole other being, Theodore Lupin.
"Harry, have you given the slightest thought as to what you're going to say in front of all of these people?" Professor McGonagall asked him
"Well. I thought I would just, you know,say what felt right. It seems that would be the most respectful thing to do, right? I mean, to say what is in my heart." He said, waiting for her to tell him that was indeed the right idea. She gave him a reassuring smile and a slight nod, bolstering Harry's plan to not plan.
"Well you have exactly seven minutes before the wake, Harry. And, please," she said, leaning in and laying her hand on his back, which felt astoundingly comforting "don't take this unfortunate situation upon yourself, Mr. Potter. If He-Who-Mu... Lord Voldemort would have reigned, the world would be far worse place than we could possibly apprehend. The loss of life may be considerable, but the impact you have made on both the wizarding and Muggle world is going to prevail for centuries to come."
Even as she was not aware, Professor McGonagall's words of wisdom were words of inspiration to Harry.
The Great Hall was beginning to fill up with people and Harry saw Ginny shuffle in with the crowd. He heart skipped a beat just to see her alive and breathing. All the thoughts of 'could have been''s made him miss her more than he ever had, yet, this was hardly the time to profess his love for her. Harry exited the platform and seated himself beside Ron in the chair that displayed his name "Harry Potter". He was proud to sit in that chair. He allowed a smile to escape his face, even on this unfavorable occasion, when he glanced to see who would be seated to his left; "Ginevra Weasley".
"Did you hear? Mum made poor Fred one last sweater. Says she wants him to wear that instead of his dress robes. Gratefully, Dad told her he could wear it under his dress robes. As if it's not bad enough as it is!" said Ron, adjusting the uncomfortable dress robes Hermione convinced him to wear. Harry assumed it was another tip from the romancing book Ron had given Harry a copy of the year before, letting the girls pick your clothing.
"You think they're going to make a memorial?" Harry asked, getting uncomfortable himself watching Ron wrestle with his trappings.
"Blimey, they better!" Ron said, finally giving up the battle with his clothing and slouching back into his chair "I wouldn't be much surprised if they use your likeness, either."
"For what?" interjected Ginny as she sat herself next to Harry. He turned his head and their eyes met. She has quite obviously been crying as her eyes were red and slightly swollen, and she had been carrying a tissue in her hand.
"Uh... for a, um... a..."
"A memorial!" said Ron, slightly annoyed with the effect his little sister had on his best friend "We think they should use Harry as part of a memorial for Lupin, Tonk's and everyone."
"I never said that..." said Harry, not expecting Ginny to be too terribly impressed with the idea of Harry suggesting himself being immortalized.
"I think that's a great idea, Harry." She said as she slipped her hand out from under her robes and grabbed Harry's, which was conveniently, if not purposely, relaxed on his left leg in the perfect position for someone to hold. To feel her soft hand on his gave him the most incredible sensation throughout his body, and his heart, that he had ever felt. "Fred would have done the same for you, you know?" she said.
All three of them jumped at the sudden music that filled the air. There was not an instrument or musician in sight, but it was the most beautiful, joyous, elevating sound in the world. Nothing compared to the vitality it gave to the room, even amongst so many mourners. Professor McGonagall approached the front of the room, a rumpled tissue in her hands.
"I think, my fellow friends, the time has come for us to say farewell to the brave beings that lay before us on this sorrowful day. Each of these men, women..." she glanced at Colin Creevy's petite and youthful body, "children gave their lives, not in vain, but in the prospect of a society lacking of fear and despair. Of a community abundant in relation and culture. Their sacrifice was greater than any of us has ever given and we will honor them in a way deserving of their prosperity. I feel, there is not one person better prepared ofor delivering that honor than Harry Potter, himself. Please, Harry. Will you come forth?"
Harry looked at Ron, then Ginny, and stood up from his seat. Ginny, although realizing this most likely was not an appropriate time, yet, unable to control herself, began to applaud Harry. Ron joined, then Hermione, who had managed to sneak to her seat beside Ron at the last minute, and soon thereafter the whole room was showing their appreciation. He approached the front and everyone finally settled, ready for the amazing eulogy they were expecting. However, Professor McGonagall had pretty much said what Harry had in mind and he was now a bit speechless. Then the words just came...
"My whole life has been an uphill battle. I always gathered that everyone was much better off than myself. Yet, I stand here before our fallen witches and wizards and I realize that I truly am the fortunate one. The people who gave their lives, the people who were willing to give their's. All of you," he pointed into the room of dress robes and wet eyes "risked so much. You are all just as worthy of honor! Dumbledore once said to me 'The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, the predicting the future is a very difficult business.'" He paused, trying to verbalize what he had meant. "Any one of us could be mourned right now! I could. I was. But the dead we loved never truly leave us, and they will live on in our lives, hearts, and memories. We can only hope to one day be thought of as courageous, valiant, and noble as they are."
As he stepped down he felt as if his speech was a bit too aimless, especially since his coming down was much less climactic then his walk up, lacking the applause and cheering. None the less, he had said what he wanted to say and was happy with that. He sat back down in his chair.
"Harry, that was really great." said Hermione, leaning over Ron to pat Harry's leg. Professor McGonagall returned to the front of the Great Hall and summoned wizards to help move the caskets outside. Whispers of Wingardium Leviosa filled the room as everyone filed outside, following the enchanted caskets. Mrs. Weasley was sobbing heavily into her robs. She kept saying Fred's name, wishing this would all be over and things would be back to normal. That he was still alive. Mr. Weasley was holding up relatively well, but George looked like a zombie. Losing a twin is, quite literally, like losing half of your being. He cast Harry a lonely look, which is much better than the type of look he was expecting, being that he was large portion of the reason Fred had died.
Outside the air was foggy and the sky was gloomy. There was a distraught haze that seemed to hang over the Hogwart's grounds that day. Harry had not realized how fitting the weather was due to the enchanted ceiling reflecting a falsely beautiful day in the Great Hall. The caskets were to be buried on either side of Dumbledore's sarcophagus. The petals Harry and Ron has adorned the floor of the Great Hall with had followed, laying generously on top of the caskets as they settled into the ground. Ginny found Harry and he put his arm around her. She wept into his chest. Somehow this made Harry feel worse about the deaths than ever before, and he finally broke down and they both cried, embraced, silently consoling one another. Hermione was, quite loudly, bawling in Ron's arms on the far side of the graves. Mrs. Weasley sniffled and tears sparkled on her cheeks. She said goodbye to Fred and turned around, taking Mr. Weasley into the castle with her. Every last petal fell into place before the dirt was placed and Professor Sprout cast a spell on the graves so that beautiful flowers grew from each mound.
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"So are they going to stay there?" Ron asked Mr. Weasley. They had all returned to the Burrow to straighten themselves up and eat a good meal, which Mrs. Weasley was preparing even though she was still quite a wreck. Harry and Hermione offered to make supper, but she insisted she was 'fine' and that they go along.
"Who?" Asked Arthur
"Fred.. and them" Ron said, hoping his father would already know who he was talking about and that he wouldn't have to actually explain himself.
"Oh... yes, well I suppose they will. You can't really ask for a better place to rest, now can you? On Hogwart's grounds, beside the greatest wizard of all. Quite a privilege if you ask me. " He said, matter of fact-ly.
"Well I think it quite ridiculous that no one has even considered that there is no Headmaster at Hogwarts at this moment." Interjected Hermione "The ministry is hardly in a place to be appointing a Minister of Magic, let alone a Headmaster! I think we need to do something about it as soon as we can. I bet you anything Professor McGonagall has had her eye on that position."
"Really, Hermione. Will you give it a rest." Said Ron, annoyed that she could even think of anything related to school.
"Well what are they going to..." she stopped, due to Ron's look of mercy. "Fine." There was a moment before she continued "Do you think we can return to finish our seventh year?"
"Really, Hermione!" yelled Ron, even more annoyed this time.
Harry got up, somewhat to evade the oncoming match between Ron and Hermione, but mostly because he had something else on his mind. Someone else. He let them be and found Ginny in her room. It was exactly as he had seen it last time, which was the first time he had been invited in. She was sitting on her bed, looking at pictures in a photo album. Harry thought it was safe to assume she was looking at pictures of Fred. Harry cleared his throat and Ginny looked up and then slammed the book shut. She started blushing and Harry thought she might start to cry, though he didn't really mind.
"Sorry... I didn't mean to just walk in but the door was open." He said, hoping she wouldn't reject him.
"Oh, no. It's okay. I was just looking at some pictures... you know. Reminiscing." She said, placing the book under her bed. An odd place for a photo album, though Harry.
"Yeah I do." He closed the door behind himself, slowly as he watched the expression on Ginny's face looking for some sign that he shouldn't be in her room alone with her. But there wasn't one. She scooted over, leaving enough room for Harry to sit down, and he obliged.
They both started the same line, "I've been..." and they stopped. Ginny started to blush again. Harry became more and more fond of it every time he saw her cheeks turn red. He began to recall the first time he saw her, running into the kitchen as Harry and Ron ate. She wasn't quite as appealing as a nine year old when he was eleven as she was now, yet that same flushed face was right in front of him.
"Harry," she began "I don't..." she paused
This was not the way Harry wanted her part of the conversation to begin. His heart was in his throat. I don't what? I don't like you? I don't think we should be together? I don't know if this is right? Her lips seemed to move in slow motion. It felt as if it to took her hours to finish the sentence, he half heartedly thought he had cast a Confundus charm on her, confusing the poor girl.
"I don't know what I would have done if something happened to you, Harry." She was looking at her hands but was now looking into his eyes. He was speechless, although, he knew this made her even more uncomfortable. He was ujsty thankful that the conversation hadn't taken another route.
"I know this probably sounds really foolish and all but..." she sighed and didn't look like she wanted to finish her sentence.
"But what?" Harry asked. He didn't want his absence of participation in the conversation to discourage the words he knew were seconds from exiting her mouth. Yet, he himself had no where near the will power that she was going to say.
"Harry, I think I love you." She said it quickly, as if to just get it out of herself. And she did so quite beautifully, Harry thought. Although, right now everything about Ginny was beautiful. Come to think of it, it's always been that way. Maybe, aside from the first meeting. He couldn't resist it anymore and he kissed her. He felt her face, her lips, her hair. He felt her arms around him and it was the most glorious feeling in the world. He would never have to worry about Lord Voldemort again and he was free to love Ginny as he had wanted to do for so long. But he had to stop and look at her dazzling brown eyes.
"Ginny?" He whispered
"Yeah?" She responded, slightly confused as she was sure he was enjoying himself a moment ago.
"I know I love you." He was happier than he had been in a long time and his mouth turned into the biggest smile his face would allow, without the help of a spell, mind you.
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