Post-Mortem Dialogues

Malfoy.

Potter? What happened?

I think its over.

Over?

Look.

Is that Granger crying over you?

Yeah.

Didn't recognize her without all the hair.

She lost half of it when a curse whizzed past her ear and then had to cut off the rest to even it out.

Hmm. Wonder where I am?

Over there, just a bit in front of me.

Urgh, I look terrible and sooo dirty.

It was a battle, Draco.

I suppose. No one to cry over me, eh? Figures.

Wait, isn't that Snape?

What's he saying?

Something like 'my poor child'.

Typical, that man never did let me grow up.

Looks like you're getting a hero's funeral, Draco.

Oooh, how touching! Hello Auntie Bella. How's death treating you?

Don't be cheeky, boy. What did you mean by switching sides at the last minute, I'd like to know?

Oh, just one of those things, you know. Besides what does it matter anyway?

True. Mother of Mordred, is that Nymphadora?

There she goes, always was rather flighty that one.

Poor Tonks! She hates being called Nymphadora.

You mean she used to hate it.

Right. I wonder who won?

Well, we didn't.

Do you mean 'we' as in the good guys?

No, I mean 'we' as in the dead guys, and in Merlin's name will those people ever stop wailing over you.

Let's walk.

Gladly.

Hey, isn't that Zabini?

Where?

Over there, lying by the edge of that dirty great hole.

Ah, he's still alive. Should watch out for that one. He doesn't give up easily, he'll make trouble.

Not my problem anymore, or yours come to that.

Oh look, Weasley's still alive too, he seems to be looking for someone.

Hermione probably.

Did those two...

Yeah, they did.

How diabetic! What's he doing way over here? Shouldn't he be on the good side of the field?

I don't think there were any delineating lines; everyone was fighting everyone all over the place.

Complete chaos. Makes you wonder what it was all for.

Damned if I know.

Hello boys!

Remus!

You look better dead than alive, Professor.

Draco!

No, he's right Harry. No more worrying about that bloody moon. Have you seen either of them yet?

Either of whom?

Your parents, lad.

My parents?

Well, it makes sense, Potter. They're dead, you're dead - you should all be one big happy family now.

Well, I....

They're around, keep looking. I'll be going then. If I'm not very much mistaken that's Kingsley over there.

Well, he seems cheerful.

You know Draco, I'm beginning to feel like I'm at a party with everyone mingling like this.

It is kind of a party, Potter. We're through with the worst of it. Now we can stand back and let the live ones deal with the consequences.

Doesn't seem fair.

Excuse me! With all the choices we had to make, it's about time that we got some slack I think.

Hmm...

Why did you stop? See someone?

No.

Then what's eating you Potter?

It's just... what the hell was it all for?

Only you would stop in the middle of death to ask inane questions about life, Potter, only you!

But there had to be a reason, didn't there?

There was a reason, Potter, several very good reasons, only I can't remember them now because they don't matter. Don't you get it, only the living matter to the living, the dead don't care anymore.

But it doesn't make sense. To go through all that agony and torment for what?

For peace. For the right to say, 'we've lived our lives, we did what we were supposed to do, now we can move on and let it go.'

Move on to what?

How the hell should I know? This is the first time I've died too, you know.

Yes, but...

Draco's right, Harry. If you keep worrying like this you'll find yourself alive again.

You too, Mr. Weasley!

'Fraid so. Oh, Draco I met you father, he's looking for you. I told him I'd let you know if I saw you.

Oh right, thanks.

Well Harry, have you seen them yet? Your parents I mean.

No, not yet.

Ah, well, not to worry. You have all the time in the world. Bless me if that isn't Fred and George. Poor Molly will be so upset.

So your dad is here too then?

Makes sense, he died a while ago, in the sacking of Diagon Alley.

What about your Mum?

Haven't the foggiest. Sort of lost touch when I ran away to join Dumbledore's arm...

What? Draco, what is it?

Don't look now, but unless I'm seeing double, Potter, that's your dad.

Dad...? I'd better...

Go!

The Potters reunited at last, I see.

Oh, hello father.

Hello Draco. How was life?

Not to bad, all things considered.

Good. Well, come along your mother's waiting.

Her too?

Yes, threw herself in front of a killing curse, didn't see any reason not to since she had lost both of us.

Can't say I blame her. Father, you've been dead a while, right?

You could say that, not that time matters much to us.

But you know what happens next?

Mmm hmm.

So what does happen next?

Well my boy...