By
Liz (Blondie6656@Hotmail.com)
A
sequel to “Time Told” By Ashlie
~
Maddie, Norax and the who Prophecy thing belongs to Ashlie, who is this best,
all else belongs none other to the wonderful woman who thought up the idea of
Harry Potter on a train, J.K. Rowling! Gotta love the woman! J
A soft breeze blew threw the open windows, bringing
in fresh air into the still room. A morbid and solemn cloud hung all around the
room and the breeze didn’t seem to move it at all. It lay as thick as a woolen
blanket smothering all within its clutches.
Fred took in another shaky breath
and looked about the room with red eyes, dried out from crying. Everyone was wearing black and had
red eyes like himself. They where also hurting, hurting at the wrongful death
of a 17 year old boy. A boy that was once carefree and main reason for living
was to laugh and make everyone smile. It was his twin. His second half, without
him he would always be alone.
After regaining his composer, he
steeped forward to pay his respects to the “guest of honor” so to speak. He
kneeled down to the dark wooden casket a looked down at the mirror image of
himself.
It was the first time he had made
himself look at his brother. It hurt to do it. He looked down onto the corps,
and noticed how pale and lifeless it looked, and it finally hit him that his
brother was dead. He took in the closed eyes, the freckles that where scattered
across his once ruddy and carefree face like stars strewed across the vast sky,
in exactly the same pattern as his own. His once vividly red hair seemed dull
and out of focus.
The wounds from the murder had been
cleared after the chaos had been calmed down, after Maddie’s hysterical sobs
had been silenced. It was only two days ago, but it seemed like much longer. It
seemed like an eternity had slipped by in the time. His whole world was
crashing, falling to the floor around him. He kept looking at his brother
realizing it would be like this the rest of his life. The broken pieces of his
once wonderful life lying in shattered pieces around his feet, and him unable
to place them back together.
He sighed, and touched the hands
that where folded on his brother’s chest. He got up and held back another wave
of grief. He sniffed back hard, trying to keep the tears stinging his eyes, in
tears that where threatening to spill over at any moment.
The air smelled strongly on the
salty tears being shed by everyone in the room. The millions of flowers that
where arranged around the room in memory of George Weasley, didn’t seem to
overpower the potent smell of the tears.
Fred walked stiffly away from the
casket, but stopped off to the side feeling the sudden urge not to leave his
bother alone, even if he was just the body now.
He watched silently, threw the still
unshed tears, a small girl with mounds of dark hair pushed stubbornly back from
her face, walk up to the open casket.
This was also her first time
encountering the body of George Weasley after the murder. She had been in
hysterical fits and spent long hours-asleep sense it happened.
Fred started at her, seeing her
tremble slightly as she looked down into his brother’s lifeless face. She loves
him still and misses him, Fred thought, it will be the same for me. Missing
him, his other half, his twin, missing him everyday for the rest of his life.
Maddie bent down at kiss the cold
flesh of the once rosy cheek of George then rested her head on is chest. Fred
heard a woman in the back choke back a sob.
Maddie lifted her head and her
midnight black hair tumbled down hiding her face from view. She pushed it back
with a sweep of her hand.
She continued to stare down into the
face so intently, as if searching for an answer. Fred looked at her more
closely suddenly. Was it just him, or did he detect a hint of a smile dance
across the corners of her lips? Did he see a cold look in her eyes? Was that
the look of satisfaction on her face?
No, he thought shaking the
accusation from his mind. For a fleeting moment he was going to accuse Maddie
for his brother’s death. She was there, she did witness the death and she
claimed it was Norax, but she loved George and would never hurt him. The grief
must be getting to me, he thought.
The room was filled with the humming
of many voices talking low, and the eerie buzzing noise you get when everything
is too quiet, but no one knows what to say to break to silence. Every once and
a while a muffled sob would cut the silence like a knife.
Maddie tore her eyes off of George,
and looked over at Fred. Her eyes didn’t look cold anymore, just warm and
moist. He opened his arms and she walked over to him. They embraced, wrapping
each other into a hug pulling each other close, trying to hide from the pain,
only if it was momentarily. Both knowing the pain and suffering the other was going
threw. Both were needing the other. Fred looked down at his friend, into her
enormous blue, for the moment, eyes. They seemed different, more distant than
he remembered It must be the pain, the grief for the lose he finally settled
on. Maddie buried her head and his chest. Fred didn’t see the evil smile spread
across her lips.
The eerie silence stretched on
across the living room of the Burrow for endless and ageless hours, or so it
seemed. Fred looked over at the rest of his family sitting in the corner, being
comforted by numerous people.
Percy sat straight back looking
stricken. It’s a wander he is even here, Fred thought bitterly; he actually
took time off his precious job to see his brother’s funeral. He looked over at
his little sister Ginny, who had an endless stream of silent tears stretching
across his face. She looked so small and petrified. Bill and Charlie both
looked somber and depressed. Both with red eyes dried out form crying. Ron sat
with his two best friends, Harry and Hermione. He had the look of pure grief on
his face and tears falling from his eyes one by one. Hermione had her arms
around him, but she was sobbing. Worst of all was his mother, Molly Weasley.
She had the look of server grief and suffering sketched into every inch of her
body. Wrinkles now lined her once cherry face. His father didn’t look much
better. He was holding Molly and she sobbed.
The morbid and solemnest were
starting to get to him. Choking him with every inhale of breath. He was being
smothered, suffocated from just being there. Maddie, who was still standing
silently beside him, suddenly raced towards the hallway, as if someone was
calling her. Fred watches the black hair bob out of sight, after turning into a
room.
Fred was still feeling smothered.
His heart was clamped and his lungs where being squeezed. I’m, falling into a
pit of despair, he thought. Never to get out, only to fall and fall and fall…
He must have look pretty pathetic,
he realized, because Hermione was giving him this motherly sympathetic look
that only she could master. Her eyes where as red as the rest as she sat with
her arms around Ron.
Fred turned away and went outside to
be alone. Alone. His new world now. The only thing he had now. The only reality
there was. He couldn’t grip onto it. He felt as though he to was slipping from
life. He couldn’t live like this forever.
*
All an act, she thought. That’s all it is. The
tears, the mask I put onto this face. I’m dominant. She smiled a nasty smile
and almost laughed out loud. She had a giddy and happy feeling. The feeling
that you get at the end of a kill. It blocked out the stinging pain in her arm.
She heard a small cry in the back of
her mind. A small, pathetic, weak cry.
The cry of the girl she was possessing. ‘SHUT UP!’ she scram in her mind
to the part that she still held onto.
‘NO!’ she said back. It echoed and
bounced all around.
She laughed. ‘Still clinging on
little Maddie?’ She heard nothing, then decide to get her going again. ‘So
pathetic. Everyone crying over a little blood spilled from a weakling.’ She
heard Maddie’s cries and smiled happily with herself.
She finished her walk up the hallway
and opened the door to where he waited.
*
She was teasing her. Why can’t she stop? Her hand
reached out and opened the door to the room. She didn’t even want to go in, but
her arms and legs where forced to by a force controlling her.
The scar of a black spiral burned
like mad on her shoulder, it only happened when he was calling. She burst threw
the door, and there he was standing there like a god. It was Norax. He pulled
her into a tight embrace then lifted her chin to kiss her intensely.
In her mind she shuttered. Her mind,
now the only free will. All else was controlled and unwillingly forced. She was
crying in a small voice in the emptiness of her head, bouncing back in endless
echoes.
She cried real gut wrenching sobs
inside her head. Real tears for George, not the fake ones that everyone on the
outside saw. It was so painful to hurt like that and even worst to have all
these emotions and not be able to express them. To not feel the hot tears
stream down your face. It was the most unbearable torture she ever faced.
She closed her inner eye, not
wishing to see the face of the man, even though she was forced to. Not wishing
to feel his lips moving across hers and increasing the presser, as they kissed.
As if wanting to kill. She grimaced inside not wanting to feel his stubble
scratching her face.
He stopped abruptly and pulled back
and she saw a trickle of blood run down his chin. Her blood. She tasted the
bittersweet saltiness erupt in her mouth. He had bitten her tongue.
She looked up into his face with the
forced adoration in her eyes. “We are doing it darling,” she said in her sugar
coated voice. “We are at the beginning of your triumph over all wizards.”
“Please,” he said holding up his
hand. “Don’t ruin the moment. Listen I need you to start in on a new target.
Charlie Weasley, yes that would be poetic. Get buddy, buddy with him and when
he is least expecting it…” He ran a finger across his throat.
A cruel laughter sprang from her
throat. Her being, what she called the force that controlled her body, was
enjoying the flashes of George crumpling to the ground, with George suddenly
replaced with a picture of Charlie. A hollow cry echoed around in her head.
‘SHUT UP!’ the being cried. ‘This is a special moment for me!’
She felt the anguish and torture, of being made to
see the flashes of George dying by her own hands over and over and over. The
being could call up the memory at any moment. Any time, just to torture her.
A deep laughter joined hers. “Be quick my Maddie, my
golden child,” he said lovingly, brushing a stay hair from her face. Her being
gave him a gentle kiss before he disappeared into a great black spiral.
In her mind, Maddie wished to rip
the skin from her lips. To get it off, it had touched the monster of a man. She
couldn’t believe that the same lips that had once kissed George, now where
kissing Norax.
Her being directed her out the door
and she saw Fred standing there. “I herd you talking,” he said. “Who was in
there?”
“No one,” her being said giving him
a charming smile. He wasn’t going to push the questioning.
“Oh,” he said with a slightly
knitted brow. “Well come on then.” He held out a hand.
She gave a small pathetic sob in her
head, all for George. She realized that the sob sounded real not hallow. It
didn’t bounce around in her head. She had really made the sound real. She had
fought the being and won! She had showed her true emotions!
Fred was looking down at her that
was astonished for the moment. The being was surprised that she had fought
threw. The being reached out and grabbed Fred’s hand before he could say
anything.
He shook his head and led her out
into the living room. Maddie, the real Maddie in side, held her head high. She
had one shred of hope left. She was able to start fighting the force that
controlled her. She was strong enough to do it, and she would do it. Do it for
George.
*
Harry sat on the couch in the empty living room of
the Burrow. The wake was over and the finger sandwiches and crumpets where
gone. People where slowly filtering out the door, saying their final good-byes
to the Weasleys and giving them one more comforting pat on the back.
Harry sat ridge back next to Ron and
Hermione. He didn’t want to feel anymore emotions. How could the world be so
cruel to take George from them? To take the most carefree and spirited person
he knew?
Well the world was certainly cruel
enough to take one, but also cruel enough to take two. He looked up at Fred,
who was sitting on the other side of the room. He sat unmoving in a chair,
hollow eyes fixed on the ground. Their friend Maddie sat close by to him. She
had this look between sadness and boredom on her face.
Wait that shouldn’t be right, Harry
though, she had just lost her beloved boyfriend, she wouldn’t be board. Is she
crying?
He looked closer at her threw his
glasses, smeared from crying, and saw no glint of tears in her eyes. She still
looked kinda board. She suddenly noticed him staring, hunched her back a
little, and Harry watched the flow of tears start again. Fred put an arm around
her, but his eyes where still fixed hollowly on the ground.
Harry leaned his head back to think
something that was hard to do in the last couple of days because of all the
confusion. Something weird was going on. He could almost feel it. The dark
magic, but he knew, for some reason, it wasn’t Voldermort. That was what scared
him.
He started over at Maddie who was
still whimpering. She was acting so weird. She would be crying her eyes out one
minuet, and almost sulky board the next. She was such a strange person. It was
like he didn’t know her anymore. This was the first day that she seemed
herself, but she kept sneaking off to catch a moment by herself. Just that
morning he had heard her in an empty room talking to her self. She had made an
excuse for it, and like always gave her charming smile and you would think
nothing of it. Harry finally concluded that the grief and pain was getting to
her. He knew something was up with her, but he just shrugged it off again. Hey,
it was her boyfriend’s funeral.
*
A day later, the family and friends, once again
gathered stone faced with silent tears streaming down their faces. Mrs.
Weasley, then Mr. Weasley threw a handful of dirt on top of the coffin.
The dirt fell with a dull clunk on
top of the hardwood casket. The hollow sound made Fred’s heart jump. He wanted
to cry. Make the world know the pain he was feeling, but he couldn’t.
He stood lifelessly in a circle around
the six-foot whole dug in the ground, which now held the body of his dead
brother.
*
Six years later the Weasleys once again stood around
a hole, throwing dirt on top another hardwood casket. It was a small family
affair, but the family was slowly decreasing.
It was Ginny this time, Harry’s
fiancé. He stood across from Fred, crying on Hermione’s shoulder.
Fred watched, face emotionless. This
was the fifth time he had to go threw this. First George, then Charlie, Bill,
Percy… now Ginny. He looked at the rest of his family. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley
looked horrible, himself and Ron the only children left. Mrs. Weasley looked as
though she would die if she had to go threw this again. Harry still had his
head on Hermione’s shoulder and Ron stood next to her. Maddie, the family
friend, stood on Ron’s left, crying.
She was even beautifier now, and he
couldn’t stand the sight of her crying. He went over to her and put his arms
around her and held her close. He didn’t see the slight curl of her lips.
Fred thought back to the last
moments of his only sister as he stroked Maddie’s long and unnaturally
untangled black hair. He thought of Ginny’s carefree smile and the way she
looked at Harry. How happy she was that they where getting married. She had
been out shopping with Maddie that day, shopping for the wedding dress. Maddie
had called and was in hysterics again.
Fred shook the memory from his head.
It was horrible. Ginny was lying in the middle of a shop, blood every where,
looking like George did. His body shivered.
*
A while later the funeral was complete, but was a
long time till any tears where dried.
*
After going back to the Burrow for
tea, it usually signified the family to begin their life again. Fred didn’t
want to. He wanted to continue to wallow in self-pity and anguish. Why go back
to the hard, cruel world, when it was so familiar here?
All around the country people where
dyeing. The dark was rising on them again. The thoughts slowly entered his
mind, how could it not? He was working in the Ministry of Magic now. He was in
on the Investigation of Wizarding Criminal Acts. The IWCA as they call it now.
He was always running all over after every murder, trying to help to get peace,
but if never happened.
He thought back to when he was in
school, when he wanted to own a joke shop. What a laugh! He was an agent now;
they needed him out of all the others in his department. He was one of the
best.
He tried to concentrate on his own
pain and suffering, but other’s kept popping into his head. How could he, insignificant
Fred Weasley, think of only himself? He thought in disgust.
Others where dyeing out there. Ginny
was just one of them. Something dark was coming, and killing many to gain its
power. But what was so weird, and not random in the least, was the fact that
every single murder victim was a pure blood wizard.
*
If anyone should be walloping in
self-pity it’s me, Maddie thought to herself in her head, as she had come so
accustom to doing.
Her being still controlled her. She,
the real Maddie, was trapped inside, bursting to get out, but couldn’t. She
couldn’t get out of it no matter how hard she tried. The being did every thing,
and was tearing her up.
First it was her heart, ripped out
of her when her body was forced to kill George. Then her lungs, stolen to sing
the forbidden notes of murder. Next her brain, taken by the being, controlling
her to be used for dark purposes.
The only thing she still had left
was her soul. The tiny part of her that was still alive, but not for long. Her
soul was all that she lived for. Still being able to think and feel, but soon
it would all be gone… She was in a living hell. A never-ending torture.
Norax could see it deep down in her
and laughter and her being cooed with him and helped plan their next attack.
She didn’t understand how anyone
could not see that she was the one. The one killing everyone. She was at every
murder seance. It must be her innocent face. That was why she was forced to do
it.
She was able to resist the being
stronger now. Doing more major things, but always punished deeply later. But
the other day, when she killed Ginny, she made her being used the quickest,
painless killing spell possible. It was an improvement, but she would need more
to defeat Norax, and she needed it soon. She needed to defeat Norax, before she
was to aim in on her next target. Fred…
*
Another month flew by and with it
the lives of many. The death toll was increasing steadily, and taking more
important wizards and witches. Cornelius Fudge, Minervaa McGonagall and Lucius Malfoy
where just some of the victims. They all looked like poor George in the end.
The death toll raising, and so was
the public chaos. With the Minister of Magic gone, the people’s worst fear,
most where going insane and where not leaving their homes. This is why it
surprised Fred to get an invitation in the mail one morning.
He had just sat down to a piece of
toast before work, when an owl flew in his window and dropped a piece of
parchment in his marmalade. He picked it up and scanned to page quickly, hoping
against hope it wasn’t an urgent message of some sort informing him of the rest
of his family’s death.
He let out a sigh of relief.
Dumbledor had invited him to Hogwarts for a reunion. He said it was to get the
pressure off some people, a chance for them to party for a while.
The
letter reminded him of many memories of school. Many painful memories now. He
pinched his eyes closed, because of the stinging tears in his eyes.
The reunion was held the next day.
He would have to face those memories. He knew it was going to be hard. Hard to
be reminded of the four brothers and the sister he lost. He knew that as he
walked threw the halls of Hogwarts he would be able to hear their voices echo
all around him.
*
Maddie had heard about the reunion. Her being had
went straight to Norax to tell him about it. He wanted her to go. It would be a
perfect time, he had told her. Hit two birds with one stone. The true Maddie
had grimaced at the cruel laughter that he had erupted out of him. He had meant
Fred and Dumbledor.
*
Fred closed his eyes and felt the
familiar pinch out of existence, only momentarily, but he wished it for a
lifetime. He, again, felt the familiar popping sensation and found himself in
front of a beautifully polish scarlet stem engine.
He boarded and was immediately
thrown back into all the memories of going to Hogwarts with his brother and
friends. The first ride and how scary it was, but he never let anyone know it.
Painful memories now. He smiled and nodded to old school friends, the ones who
where still alive. All where looking sympathetic towards him. He had received
notice his best friend, Lee Jordan, was killed the night before. Why don’t I
just die? He thought.
He couldn’t face everyone feeling
sorry for him. He walked to the very back of the train and sat in the last
compartment, which was empty.
*
Maddie climbed onto the train. She
couldn’t just appeareat to Hogwarts because of the blocking system, she would
have to risk it and take the train. She headed for the back, because not many
people where back there. There not many people would recognize her.
She reached out and slid the door
open to the last compartment. She quickly scanned the compartment, and there
sat Fred. Her being strolled over and sat next to him.
“Kinda feels ironic to be here,
huh?” Her being said light-heatedly. Fred stared at her confused.
“Umm, yeah,” he muttered after a
moment’s silence.
The real Maddie tried to block out
the imaged of her being happily killing Fred. The joy of the being at the
thought of her next double target.
Maddie wanted to scream, but saved
up the little energy she had. She would have to, if she were to save Fred and
Dumbledor.
They made idle conversation the rest
of the trip. Chatting lightly over their jobs and everything that filled their
lives. When the conversation turned towards Fred’s job, he got kinda quite.
When Hogwarts came into view, Fred’s
heart gave a slight lurch. Why had he come back? It would only bring pain and
he knew it.
*
They where assembled into the Great Hall for their
feast, when a single owl floated in from up above. It glided momentarily,
searching for the recipient of the letter, found him and dived in to deliver
the letter. The parchment was dropped into Dumbledor’s lap. All part of Norax’s
plans which Maddie knew.
It was leading him to his office alone, where he was
expecting a visitor. Dumbledor got up and addressed everyone.
“I’m sorry everyone,” he said in his attention
grabbing voice, “But it seems as though I have to be steeled away for a moment.
Please continue on with out me. I’ll return shortly. Audi.” He gave a slight
bow and a grin, then turned and walked briskly out of the room.
Maddie waited around a corner till after the
Gargoyle had sprung back into place, then walked over to it. She sang a soft
shrill note and the Gargoyle moved aside. She climbed swiftly and silently up
the stairs like a cat after it’s pray. The Maddie inside wishing rather to die
then kill Dumbledor. The only thing she didn’t know was someone was also moving
up the stairs behind her with catlike agility.
*
Fred moved silently up after Maddie.
What was she doing? He thought to himself. Why am I following her? He had no
reason to follow her; he just had this instinct. A feeling tugging at the back
of his mind. That’s what made him the best in his department, his instinct. He
knew better to question it.
He stopped at the top of the stairs.
He herd the muffled voices with in the closed oak door leading to Dumbledor's
office, he should know, he was a constant visitor in his days at Hogwarts.
“Maddie?” Dumbledor asked, “A nice
surprise, but what are you doing up here. I’m expecting a visitor.”
A cold voice answered, “Its all over
old man. I have you. You will bow to the power of Norax!”
It took Fred a moment to realize the
cold voice inside the room belonged to Maddie. Had she gone crazy?
He burst into the room before he
could stop himself. Maddie had her mouth open, looking as though ready to sing,
but too stunned to let a note out.
He stood unsure what to do next, as
an evil grin spread across her innocent face. “So nice you could join up
Freddie dear. Would you care to join that weakling of a brother, or should I
say brothers? Or mustn’t I forget your darling little sister. My how she
twitched as the last breath went threw her. It was rather fun to watch.”
Fred stood opened mouth at Maddie,
who had bound and gagged Dumbledor.
“It
wasn’t you!” Fred screamed.
She merely laughed at him, then sang
a few simple cords and Dumbledor fell to the ground.
“NOOO…!” Fred yelled, knocking over
a stand that was in his way to help the old man.
“You fool!” Maddie said, “Well I
guess it’s your turn know little Freddie.”
She opened her mouth to deliver the
fatal blow.
*
The real Maddie screamed. Oh no, no
Fred too. She couldn’t do it again. She focused all her energy, every shred of
life she possessed, on closing her mouth. Magically it shut.
She focused hard again. Her hand
launched out and grabbed a knife off Dumbledor’s desk and aimed it to her
heart.
*
Fred looked over at Maddie in
terror. She was in league with Norax. He was the power that was destroying all.
Maddie’s mouth was open. Fine, Fred
though, just get it over with. Magically her mouth shut, but looked as if done
by force. Maddie eyes widened in surprise and terror. Her arm shot out suddenly
and grabbed a knife and put it to her heart.
In the same moment there was a
flutter at the other side of the room. A red winged bird flew over and landed
on Fred’s shoulder.
Maddie looked as though she would
have screamed if she could open her mouth. She looked in a transfixed horror at
the bird.
It was a Phoenix, Fred realized.
They sing don’t they? He looked at the bird, wanting it to do something,
anything.
Maddie got the look in the eyes of a
madwoman. She came charging at Fred, one arm out, the other still clutching the
knife at her heart, with mouth still clamped shut.
At that very moment, the Phoenix
began to sing an eerie and beautiful song that filled Fred up to his very soul.
He felt it floating threw him and it felt like a warm soothing honey.
The song shifted and it changed to a
faster melody.
He looked at Maddie and saw all the
evilness leave her suddenly, the coldness left her eyes and the mad wild grin
slipped from her lips. Fred watching in horror as in the same moment her arm,
as if had been restrained, flew forward jabbing the knife into her heart.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Fred cried again as
Maddie crumpled to the floor.
“Only way…” she said between gasps.
“ Love you Fred… Live a good life… sorry I ruined it… I’m good now… at least I
can die this way.”
“No Maddie don’t say that,” Fred
said crouching down beside her. He surveyed the growing pool of blood around
her, and knew all hope for her was lost. A tear slid down his face.
“Need to die for all I did… oh George…
I killed him… my hands,” Maddie said more softly as a tear slid down her cheek.
Her chest rose and fell as it took its final breath.
The Phoenix, still on Fred’s
shoulder, began a soft mournful tune, but stopped when a rush of wind blew
threw the room.
Norax stood in the room now.
“MADDIE!” he screamed. He ran to her and pulled the bleeding body close to his.
“NOOOOOOO…” he wailed. “YOU!” he
cried as his eyes fell on Fred. He jumped up and began to advance upon him.
“You did this to her,” he spat viciously
at Fred. “You killed her!”
Fred stood motionless. Suddenly the
Phoenix began to sing again. Norax howled in pain and put his hands to his
ears.
“No, not the music. It can’t be! Not
the music!” he moaned. Suddenly he burst into fire and was consumed by the
flames. All that was left was a pile of soot in the shape of a spinning spiral.
Fred suddenly had the feeling that
Norax’s kingdom had gone with him, and Fred’s feeling where usually right.
Fred felt the pressure as the bird
left his shoulder and it rose and flew away. As it left a parchment, which
floated down and landed in front of Fred.
It was old and tattered and looked
as though it had been around a long while. It was one of those old prophecies,
Fred realized after he picked it up. It looked like the end had been ripped off
and repaired.
He began to read:
And this child will bring safety
To those in peril
Her voice alone is the key
The only weapon that is yours
And when she sings the proper
notes
None will harm you
Her voice-won victories
Will be kept quiet, will be kept
underground
Although they mean much
But happiness will not always
rest on the child
She will fight many times and win
And when the only thing left to
save is herself
She will be overcome
The Yellow Muggle watches, unable
to intercede
As the evil devours his only
nemesis
A slow, painful end will be hers
And her cries will be forever
unmatched
For so long she fought, so long
she held strong
Until now
Her heart and lungs
Her brain and soul
Every part of her will be
tortured and destroyed
Her sacrifice will be enough to
end the first terror
But a new one had formed, and
there will be no stopping from that point
‘Til forever
Only one thing can stop her
To make her slowly blacking heart
pure once more
Only one thing can stop this
child from the fate she is will to
The song that rivals her can send
the evil that devour her away
It will eat away the evil from
her body
It will devoid her off all evil
But she will never be
Able to live in the pain of her
destruction again
Another, instead, will hold the
Burden of the hurt and pain of
her loses
After he was done, he had to sit down a moment and
think. He understood it all after awhile, but not the ending. Who was that
addressing? Who was to hold the burdens of hurt and pain? He sat a moment
longer and it came to him. It was himself.
He was the one to carry all the hurt
and pain from the whole ordeal of losing his brothers, his sister, his family,
his Professor… his world… and his Maddie. They would be forever lost and he
must tell the world about them.
He got up; his eyes lingered
momentarily on the two lifeless bodies. Dumbledor, the one they said was the
greatest wizard ever, lay dead on the ground. His gaze shifted to the bloodied
Maddie. Tears lingered in his eyes for both of them.
His gaze fell to the ground where
the swirling spiral of soot was still there. He walked over and ran his foot
across it, scattering the soot. Th sign was gone. The evil was gone.
He walked to the door, then looked
back. “I’m sorry I was late Professor,” he said to Dumbledor. “And Maddie, I’ll
tell the world of your greatness.” He blew a kiss to her. “Thanks for avenging
my brother.” His words where no more than a whisper.
He slowly shut the door and walked
down to the Great Hall to start his long, painful task that was laid before
him, his burden.
(Hey
I loved Ashlie’s story. I didn’t like the ending too much and couldn’t help but
change it. Sorry Ashlie, don’t mean your story isn’t good, b/c I love it! I
couldn’t let Norax win and make Maddie evil. Well sorry if ya’ll don’t like it
and if you don’t: write your own! Drop me an e-mail and tell me what ya think.
Love ya’ll ~ Liz)