Hello! It's been a century since I've been writing on here. I see your comments, I do. I feel awful never responding, but I have had a plethora of tasks to do over the last couple years. I just graduated high school (thank the Lord) and am now doing well both mentally, physically, but emotionally still has some progress. I saw a lot of you have been commenting, liking, and adding my story to your lists so I decided, "why not?" I'm going to be finishing up the Sirius Black parts (only a second part) and going to attempt to finish Alan Rickman's thank you stories. I will not have a set time for updating hence having to get started on my life ahead of me, but I figured that this would be a nice way to destress! I miss writing fanfiction and my writing has improved since the start of this book. Thank you for being understanding and continuing to read my short stories. On to heartbreak! (I wonder how many people won't read this.)
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The Great Hall hums with the mummers and mourners. Face streaked with tears, rot, and soot scatter around hugging one another and attempting to sooth out the pain that was just caused.
My head pounds while my hands rest at ease for the first time since Hogwarts was taken over by Death Eaters. Although my heart does feel this absence in it. Friends of mine lay around me. Faces I've seen pass through the halls. Adults I've grown to love, and ones that have taught me in and out of school.
Remus and Tonks lay, pinkies intertwined. The man who protected me from Lucius so many times once I met him and the woman who encouraged my rambunctious doings.
Colin lays still with Dennis by his side, crying. I tutored Colin in Transfiguation and allowed him to take smiling pictures of me every-so-often. Now it hurts that I won't see the bubbly boy I once found to be a bother in my second year of being at Hogwarts, and his first.
A group of gingers stand a few rows down from me. I dare not go over there again. I could've done something.
The famous groundskeeper stands with the boy who was practically my brother now. I plod over to him just as Hagrid leaves and instantly fall into his embrace. We hug for only a moment before he tugs me over to a bench that was vacant. He holds my hand in his as he sighs and glances over to me.
"Thank you." I say before he can speak himself.
Harry releases a shaky breath as he tells me, "I saw him."
I furrow my brows. "Who?"
"Sirius. Your dad."
My hands begin trembling again.
"Dad? But, how? He's-"
"I know. The Stone reacted to me. I saw the people I cared for most. Dad, mum, Remus, and Sirius. They protected me from the Dementors... gave me the courage to face Voldemort."
My heart cracks hearing that Harry had the chance to see my father again. I held no resentment or jealously. Just sadness that Harry was able to properly say goodbye and have closure. I didn't know my dad for long. Not as long as I knew Lucius at least, but it still hurt.
"He wanted me to tell you something."
I perk my head up at the news and Harry's eyes held both melancholy and tears at the message. Could it be so bad that Harry was on the verge of tears? Or was it strong enough to make the man who just faced the deadliest wizard of all time cry? I only hoped for the latter. I don't believe I could handle another heartbreak in this moment.
Harry grips my hand tighter and shakes out the words, "keep standing".
The ringing in my ears ceases and my own grip becomes tighter.
Keep standing.
I didn't know my father for long, but him wanting those words to be passed to me gave me an ambition that I cannot describe.
A legacy if you will.
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It is not lengthy, but I'm not displeased with it. Sorry for being gone for so long, but I will try to update as much as I can handle. Thank you.
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