The unquiet grave

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"At least you are with them now. Tell them stories about us and maybe you are right. Maybe they will indeed love me, just like you told me they would. I won't be able to meet them or you again. I wish I had told you the whole truth, my love. But now you are too far gone and I don't think that there's something I can do," Caroline says sitting at the cold, freshly dug earth.

"I hate myself if I am honest with you. I always try to act so tough and cold just to hide my real self. And I hate the fact, that I always bring danger to everyone. I am sure, that Sirius's death has something to do with me. Voldemort talked to me afterwards. He tried to convince me to join them. You are gone and they made me watch how they... how the-ey, h-h-how the-," Caroline says before she is cut off by her own emotions. Her voice breaks into pieces and tears start running down her cheeks. She falls onto the ground and hugs the grave and the ground underneath her.

"I am so sorry! I should have rejected you or just ignored you. I should have never agree to help you! May-be this way, you still would be alive. Maybe away from me, but it would be better that way," Caroline shouts till her throat starts hurting.

"I don't deserve, that ring, Damian. I wanted to throw it into the casket with you, but they wouldn't open it. They didn't want the others to see your cut. I was so close to throw you casket open, just, just to see you again even with that cut. You still are beautiful with it," she whispers digging her nails into the dirt to pull herself as close as she gets.

"I never was the right for you. I never would be able to give you the kids you deserve, to be the great father you would be. I could not get old with you and whatever would happen, I would watch you die old while I am still young. I wish I told you this all, maybe you would have left me."

"I'm scared of school tomorrow. How am I supposed to sit at the table and eat there where you sat with me and laughed as I spilled my water all over myself? How am I supposed to sleep in my bed, while knowing that Pansy and Astoria normally would be pissed at me, because you are staying over again and they have to wear pants to sleep?"

"I don't deserve love. It's only a matter of time when Voldemort comes after Harry and I will be left alone. I can't imagine staying young while everyone grows old and gets their own life and family. My destiny is to be alone and I am sorry for thinking otherwise. If I realised it sooner, you wouldn't be dead nor your father," Caroline takes a deep breath trying to calm herself at least a little bit down.

"I think, that you were right. From all the stories you told me about your father, I don't think, that he would kill himself. It was someone else for sure and I think it was also Voldemort and he did it because of me. I still don't understand why me, but it all was my fault. In another life, I hope we will never meet. I don't want to put you through all this shit. It's my fault, you saw your father hang and it's my fault, that you are dead."

"I wish I would be strong as you. You watched both your parents die, but still always were so happy and continued with your life. I didn't see my die, but their death still haunts me. I don't understand how you did that. You were so brave. Despite what he did, you still told me that you loved me. You said goodbye and I-I couldn't. I couldn't. I couldn't because I was scared! Because I was dumb enough to think, that I could do something! Because of that, I just couldn't say how much I love you for the last time! I hate myself! I just stood there and watched!"

"I'm sorry! If I thought about the whole curse bullshit, I would have tried to do anything! Anything just to get you alive out of there! I'm sorry I failed you!" she cries out.




You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips,

But my breath smells earthy strong;

If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,

Your time will not be long.

- The unquiet grave



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