Post by amy on Jun 23, 2005 22:47:06 GMT
The night was dark. Starless. Grey rain clouds covered the beautiful midnight sky. A breeze blew softly across the grounds, causing Amy to grab her cloak before she left her bedroom. Careful to move silently, Amy tip-toed down the stairs and out of Gryffindor Tower. Stopping to stare out a window, Amy felt a shiver run down her spine as she eyed the ominous looking grounds. Any day now, Danawi's Army would attack Magic Horizons, and Amy would help to protect her precious castle against this evil force. The only comforting thought Amy still held was that her future, along with many of her friends', had been fortold. But the voice in the back of her head kept nagging her, reminding her that the future could always be changed.
Sighing, Amy pulled her cloak closer around her and headed off down the hall again. She did not want to think about the battle with Marina and Kalyn, and the future state of MH. Forcing her mind to think of something else. Amy finally reached the Entrance Hall without disturbance. She nodded to a nearby, curious-looking House-Elf as she slipped out the front doors.
As Amy closed them silently behind her, she took a deep breath. The cool night air tasted sweet as honey to her. It had been a long time since she had been outdoors at night. The clouds were thick, but not thick enough to completely hide the rays of the near-full moon. Amy stuck her hands in her pockets as she ran quickly down the steps, feeling for the pure white roses that sat there. Finding them, Amy stroked the soft white petals before making her way up the small hill to the school Graveyard where her grandfather, Alastor Moody, and the young girl named September Ash both lay infinitely.
After Amy's grandfather had died, she had made a ritual of bringing him a white rose every week or so. One night, over a year ago, she had spotted the gravestone of Ms. Ash. It was ornately carved, but strangely plain otherwise. Amy could see that the person who had made it for her had cared about her, but that was all. Out of pity and curiousity, Amy had found herself bringing an extra rose for the mysterious young woman.
Finally, finding her grandfather's grave, Amy knelt in front of the tombstone she had had made for her ever loving grandfather. Laying the rose on the patch of unkempt grass in front of her, Amy felt tears running down her cheeks. In her absence, Amy had learned a lot about herself and her grandfather. Thinking back to the conversation with Mr. Weasley in his modest kitchen and the photographs she had found in Moody's diary, Amy reached out an arm to touch the stone. Gently, she ran her fingers down the ornate marble, and a let out a quiet sob as she turned away, recoiling her touch.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Amy's sad, desperate whisper was directed at the tombstones around her, but the words were for the man beneath her. Her cheeks flushed and she felt tears positively flowing down her face. She sniffed and lifted the same arm, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her deep blue robes. Amy then turned back to the stone, a sad smile gracing her face. Inching forward on her knees, Amy wrapped her arms around the cold stone, feeling another sob build in her throat. Instead of letting it free, she simply hugged the stone tighter and whispered, "I forgive you, grandfather. I know everything and I completely forgive you for hiding it from me."
Amy then pulled away, sniffing again. She reached up and tightened her ponytail before pulling her knees out from under her and sitting criss-crossed on her grandfather's grave.
Sighing, Amy pulled her cloak closer around her and headed off down the hall again. She did not want to think about the battle with Marina and Kalyn, and the future state of MH. Forcing her mind to think of something else. Amy finally reached the Entrance Hall without disturbance. She nodded to a nearby, curious-looking House-Elf as she slipped out the front doors.
As Amy closed them silently behind her, she took a deep breath. The cool night air tasted sweet as honey to her. It had been a long time since she had been outdoors at night. The clouds were thick, but not thick enough to completely hide the rays of the near-full moon. Amy stuck her hands in her pockets as she ran quickly down the steps, feeling for the pure white roses that sat there. Finding them, Amy stroked the soft white petals before making her way up the small hill to the school Graveyard where her grandfather, Alastor Moody, and the young girl named September Ash both lay infinitely.
After Amy's grandfather had died, she had made a ritual of bringing him a white rose every week or so. One night, over a year ago, she had spotted the gravestone of Ms. Ash. It was ornately carved, but strangely plain otherwise. Amy could see that the person who had made it for her had cared about her, but that was all. Out of pity and curiousity, Amy had found herself bringing an extra rose for the mysterious young woman.
Finally, finding her grandfather's grave, Amy knelt in front of the tombstone she had had made for her ever loving grandfather. Laying the rose on the patch of unkempt grass in front of her, Amy felt tears running down her cheeks. In her absence, Amy had learned a lot about herself and her grandfather. Thinking back to the conversation with Mr. Weasley in his modest kitchen and the photographs she had found in Moody's diary, Amy reached out an arm to touch the stone. Gently, she ran her fingers down the ornate marble, and a let out a quiet sob as she turned away, recoiling her touch.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Amy's sad, desperate whisper was directed at the tombstones around her, but the words were for the man beneath her. Her cheeks flushed and she felt tears positively flowing down her face. She sniffed and lifted the same arm, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her deep blue robes. Amy then turned back to the stone, a sad smile gracing her face. Inching forward on her knees, Amy wrapped her arms around the cold stone, feeling another sob build in her throat. Instead of letting it free, she simply hugged the stone tighter and whispered, "I forgive you, grandfather. I know everything and I completely forgive you for hiding it from me."
Amy then pulled away, sniffing again. She reached up and tightened her ponytail before pulling her knees out from under her and sitting criss-crossed on her grandfather's grave.