Ashes and Blood
Ginny stood on the soft, spring grass before her brother’s grave. She silently cursed its peacefulness. How could the grass keep growing, how could the days keep coming, how could life keep living, when he wasn’t around?
Na na, na na na, na na
I miss you, miss you so bad
I don't forget you, oh it's so sad
I hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
Ooooh
She would never forget it. The day he left her forever. She had never even said good-bye. There hadn’t been enough time, and there was too much space. He had been dueling five death eaters at once, and those numbers spelled certain death. She was at the other end of the field, trying to keep death eaters from interfering with Harry and Voldemort’s final duel. She arrived just in time to catch him as he fell to the ground, covering the ashes of his wife.
Na na na na na na na
I didn't get around to kiss you
Goodbye on the hand
I wish that I could see you again
I know that I can't
She knew she couldn’t linger longer than it took to shed a few tears, mingling with the blood, turning it into a salty sea of terror, loss, love, and death. When you wage a war, you eventually get a bill. One that has to be paid in blood. Ron was paying now, and so many had already paid, or would in the next few minutes. And then the bill would come to the families of those who had paid, and they would have to pay again, in misery. It was strange, a battle is over in only a few minutes, but it decided the fate of years. And some people would pay for it forever.
Oooooh
I hope you can hear me cause I remember it clearly
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
Ooooh
On that day, she hadn’t really realized how much she would miss her brother. His over protectiveness, the way he just never seemed to GET it, the way he wanted to beat up every guy who looked at her funny, even the way he was always hungry. Sure, they had their fights, just like every other pair of siblings in the universe. But they still cared more about each other than any argument. Now, that was really starting to sink in- that she would never see him again, except for this cold, hard stone that would never equal a living, breathing person. And she had never felt so empty. Nothing had ever hurt her as much. And nothing ever would.
I had my wake up
Won't you wake up
I keep asking why
And I can't take it
It wasn't fake
It happened, you passed by
‘You never miss your water until your well runs dry.’ She missed her water. She knew what it felt like to be thirsty, and to know you had no more water. She knew how it was t miss someone so bad that you felt like not caring about anyone ever again to spare yourself that pain, and to know that who you missed was never coming back. She wanted, more than anything, to just get one more day with him, to say just six more words to him. “I love you. I’ll miss you.” And, if she was lucky, “Please don’t go.” But he would anyway.
She started to sing,
“Now you are gone, now you are gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Now you are gone, now you are gone
There you go, there you go,
Somewhere you’re not coming back”
Her voice was wavery, but it was still beautiful, and Harry Potter, standing behind her, thought that he had never heard anything more wonderful and terrible and miserable all at the same time. He had cried as he saw the remains of the two best people he had ever known lowered into the ground, and he cried now, watching the woman he loved cry for the two people she was never going to get back. Then he was crying for all the nameless, faceless people who had died for them, so THEY could live, and he felt horrible. Had the fates determined him more deserving than they were? Or was this his punishment? To stay on earth, and cry for eternity over people who would have told him to stop, and then either listed all the reasons why crying is bad, or done something so hilariously dumb that he would have stopped in spite of himself?
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same noo..
The day you slipped away
Was the day that I found it won't be the same oooh...
Ginny slowly stood up, dusting her knees off, but it was pointless, because she simply fell to the ground again as sobs racked her body. They were gone. And they were never coming back. Never. Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling off the tip of her nose or chin, and she thought about how cemeteries never had to water the grass, because tears did it for them. It was a horrible thought, one that only made her sob harder, as she thought about all the people buried here, all their fates erased, because of one curse, one person, or one end. Some, she was sure, had lived to an old age and died of something normal, but she hadn’t ever heard of any of them. So many stories untold, so many pasts suspended, so much blood spilled, and so many ashes buried. Skin, blood, and bone. That was all they really were, in essence. But they were so much more, if you stopped looking at those scientific ideas and started looking at it from a real life perspective. All those feelings, pasts, and souls, buried in the ground beneath these stones, where they could never, ever escape.
Na na, na na na, na na
I miss you
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