Fire and Ice

A Silent Scream

Suddenly, the crowds erupted.

Cheers defeaned the students and staff in the Great Hall. Ghosts swarmed through the walls, cheering and joining the celebrations, despite their lack of bodily contact. Hugs and kisses were passed around like Cauldron Cakes, as friends and foes rejoiced.

Everybody was drunk from the sight of the wispy black cloak at the corner of the arena. Drunk on happiness, drunk on relief, drunk on the fact that they were all free. They drank in the rejoicing settings like an Elixir of Life.

Nobody could hear her wordless cry.

Surrounded by cheering Ravenclaws, Ginny was frozen on the spot, staring, horrified, at the emerald puddle at the opposite corner of the arena. Her mouth was stretched in a silent scream, unable to close. Wrapped up in the excitement, a shrieking Ravenclaw accidently pushed Ginny forward, which woke her from her trance.

"IT'S OVER, IT'S OVER, IT'S-" As her tunnel vision focused, Ginny sprinted towards Draco, shoving anybody who carelessly lingered in her path.

Nobody turned to watch the blur of red whip around them to her destination. Tears of joys stained the faces of every house- united at last by the death of their common fear, if not enemy. Their minds were focused only on one thought: Lord Voldemort has fallen.

After what seemed like an everlasting eternity, Ginny skidded to a blunt halt, and stared, motionless.

Draco looked perfect. With the body of Adonis and the chiselled looks of a Greek God, he laid on floor with the air of great relaxation. His jade green Duelling robes were evenly spreaded around his still body, lacking in creases or tears. Platinum locks carelessly grazed his high forehead, catching the light with a luminous feverence. His cheeks were gently flushed with a light peony glow, and his skin was flawlessly alabaster. He could almost be sleeping.

Swallowing, Ginny bent down slowly to place her hand over his warm chest. She exhaled slowly as she felt the steady beat of his heart. Professionally observing his body as though the skills ran in her blood, she found a sure pulse, light breathing and saw the river of blood travel seamlessly through his veins. Every sign of his anotomy told Ginny that he was alive and well.

He showed every sign of being alive. Every sign, but life itself.