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Okay, I've written a story. >.> No bad replies. Brenna only like good one.
Title: The Last Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, Character Death
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
She couldn't see anything, only frantic shoes, trying to escape. All she could hear was Harry's tortured screams, and her brother's helpless sobs. Her parents must be dead. That's the only reason they wouldn't be in the room. She was so afraid that she couldn't move, her heartbeat erratic. Then, suddenly, it was over. They went just as suddenly as they had appeared. Terrified, she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the blank, lifeless look in her brother's hazel eyes.
That was two days before Hermione's return. Now the the Dark Lord had been vanquished, it was safe for her parents to return from France. She had known something was wrong as soon as she had arrived. It was too quite, too dead. Hesitantly, she entered the house. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley lay dead on the kitchen floor. She paused for a moment, frightened by the horrified looks on their faces. After a deep breath, she started up the stairs.
Ginny frantically wrapped Harry's cloak back around her at the sound of footsteps. She held her breath as the door open. They must've realized they'd missed one. She sat perfectly still, her brother's eyes still blank. She heared her name, only it wasn't the same harsh, cracked voice that had called out to Harry. She knew the voice, realized that it was someone trusted, but she couldn't recognize it. Slowly she crawled from under the bed. She hadn't left her hiding spot since the attack, too afraid to move. She removed the cloak, and looked directly into Hermione's eyes.
The older girl could hardly believe her eyes. It was quite unnerving, really. At that moment, the death of her two dearest friends, and the couple that had treated her like family didn't even register. It was the crushed, lost look of the girl infront of her that tore the hole in her heart.
The first tears flowed down Ginny's cheeks as she crumpled into Hermione's arms. It was finally alright , she was finally safe. She cried herself to sleep, resting peacefully in the other's arms.
Hermione cried as she watched the last Weasley sleep. It was obvious then that the Dark Lord's death hadn't changed a thing. The hate and terror lived on. As long as people believed his views, it would never stop. There would always be the anger, the fear.
Title: The Last Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, Character Death
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
She couldn't see anything, only frantic shoes, trying to escape. All she could hear was Harry's tortured screams, and her brother's helpless sobs. Her parents must be dead. That's the only reason they wouldn't be in the room. She was so afraid that she couldn't move, her heartbeat erratic. Then, suddenly, it was over. They went just as suddenly as they had appeared. Terrified, she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the blank, lifeless look in her brother's hazel eyes.
That was two days before Hermione's return. Now the the Dark Lord had been vanquished, it was safe for her parents to return from France. She had known something was wrong as soon as she had arrived. It was too quite, too dead. Hesitantly, she entered the house. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley lay dead on the kitchen floor. She paused for a moment, frightened by the horrified looks on their faces. After a deep breath, she started up the stairs.
Ginny frantically wrapped Harry's cloak back around her at the sound of footsteps. She held her breath as the door open. They must've realized they'd missed one. She sat perfectly still, her brother's eyes still blank. She heared her name, only it wasn't the same harsh, cracked voice that had called out to Harry. She knew the voice, realized that it was someone trusted, but she couldn't recognize it. Slowly she crawled from under the bed. She hadn't left her hiding spot since the attack, too afraid to move. She removed the cloak, and looked directly into Hermione's eyes.
The older girl could hardly believe her eyes. It was quite unnerving, really. At that moment, the death of her two dearest friends, and the couple that had treated her like family didn't even register. It was the crushed, lost look of the girl infront of her that tore the hole in her heart.
The first tears flowed down Ginny's cheeks as she crumpled into Hermione's arms. It was finally alright , she was finally safe. She cried herself to sleep, resting peacefully in the other's arms.
Hermione cried as she watched the last Weasley sleep. It was obvious then that the Dark Lord's death hadn't changed a thing. The hate and terror lived on. As long as people believed his views, it would never stop. There would always be the anger, the fear.