Seeing Is Believing

*~ Seeing Is Believing ~*

The figures swirled around him, happy dancing figures. Draco Malfoy is laughing happily, directing his brilliant smile towards his date, Pansy Parkinson. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are dancing together. Well, at least trying to.

"Want to dance?" someone questioned, asking the handsome boy to dance.

'Of course,' came one response.

'No,' came another.

'I can't dance,' another one shouted.

'I don't like you,' one exclaimed.

"Sorry," he finally answered. "But I'm taken."

He walked away from the girl, not bothering to look back when he noticed a shimmer of red. Slowly, he looked up. Before him was a goddess, no, a woman. She stood against the wall, watching Harry Potter dance with Hannah Abbott. She was wearing a beautiful white dress that seemed to float around her, making her look like she was floating.

I see you standin' over there.

Yeah, you, with the bright red hair.

You're draped in sheets of white,

Oblivious to the truth about tonight.

He watched as Neville Longbottom walked over to her and extended his hand, asking the goddess to dance with him. He watched as she smiled and grasped Neville's hand. He watched as they began to dance, joining the mass of swirling colour.

'She looks like an angel draped in white,' the boy thought to himself. 'What a contrast she makes against her partner.'

He glared at the dancing couple, one in black, the other white, knowing that this was one of the last nights of happiness his school would see again.

I see you dancin' over there.

Yeah, you, with the blood red hair.

Your partner's dressed in black,

Ignoring the figure glaring at his back.

After the dance he looked for her, the apple of his eye. He searched the many halls until-

"Neville," someone called. "Stop!"

He ran towards the sound, it was coming from the prefects' bathroom. He muttered the password into the bathroom and entered.

Ginny was there, lying lifeless on the floor. Neville was holding his wand above her head, wearing a twisted look on his face.

"Ginny," the boy whispered, kneeling beside her.

Slowly, he lifted her head and laid it on his lap. He began to stroke her hair, silent tears falling down his cheeks.

"H-h-how c-c-could you?" he stuttered, not wanting to look at Ginny's murderer.

"Because she wanted someone else," Neville spat, muttering a spell which made Ginny's lifeless body disappear.

"Who?" he asked, choking back his silent sobs.

"You, Zabini," Neville hissed, slowly lifting his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"

*~-~*

"Attention," he cried out, tapping his goblet with his knife. "We have now come to a very important part of the evening."

Everyone fell silent at his words. Staring, wondering what he would say.

'He, he, he,' he laughed to himself. 'This is my favorite part of the evening.'

"As you all know, this is your last night at Hogwarts," he continued, pausing to let his words sink in. "And who knows when we'll see each other again, so quickly go back to your seats."

Quickly, everyone followed his instructions, including the Slytherins who usually called him names behind his back. He counted all the students who were there.

'That's funny,' he thought. 'Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Zabini and Miss Weasley aren't here.'

He shook his head then searched the room for them once more, finding no trace of them.

"Minerva," he whispered to the woman sitting next to him. "See if you can find Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Zabini and Miss. Weasley."

Minerva nodded, silently she stood up and exited the hall. After making sure Minerva had left the hall, he stared at all the young, excited faces staring up at him. Picking up his wand, he shouted a spell and gold rings appeared in front of every student. On the outside of the ring one stone was set, next to it a small hole which waited for another stone to be placed beside it.

"The ring in front of you will fit on your finger and one other person's only," he began, smiling at the effect the words were having on the students. "The one person you care for the most."

His words were followed by a huge groan.

'Just like last year,' he mused to himself as he watched the scene of in-house dating dissolve.

Then the scene changes,

And your life rearranges.

After the announcement, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger swapped rings immediately. A high pitched squeal arose from Miss. Granger when another stone appeared on each ring. Other in love couples followed, all resulting in success.

After seeing other couples successes, Miss Parkinson snatched Mr. Malfoy's ring away and shoved it onto her finger. Everyone's eyes were glued to her finger until it flew off and landed on the Gryffindor table. The Gryffindors were the first to laugh, followed by the other houses. Miss Abbot tried Mr. Potter's ring on next. She shrugged when it flew off and landed on the Hufflepuff table.

'This is better than last year's matches,' he thought, his body shaking with laughter.

He watched as Mr. Potter picked up Mr. Malfoy's ring.

He watched as Mr. Potter made his way to the Hufflepuff table to collect his ring.

He watched as Mr. Potter walked towards Mr. Malfoy.

He watched as Mr. Potter gave Mr. Malfoy both the rings.

He watched as Mr. Malfoy put Mr. Potter's ring on.

He watched as a stone appeared on the ring.

He watched as Mr. Potter put on the other ring and gently kissed Mr. Malfoy.

He watched as Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy danced the last dance.

He watched as Mr. Weasley rose from his seat, grasping a carving knife.

He watched as Mr. Weasley stabbed a knife into Mr. Malfoy's back.

He watched as Mr. Potter pulled out the knife and stabbed himself.

He watched as the boys shared their last kiss.

He watched as they died and shed their last tears.

He didn't mean to cause so much pain. Once, he had believed in the power of love, and now he, Albus Dumbledore, never would again.

I want to help but I'm standing still.

Seeing is believing, but believe I never will.

Seeing is believing,

Seeing is believing.

She had always hated mudbloods, until Lily. Lily, with the beautiful red hair which glistened in bright light. Lily, which hung onto every word she had said. She had been Lily's guide, Lily's own light. And she had always tried her best to guide Lily, to help her achieve everything she could be.

'But I failed,' she thought to herself, tears filling her eyes.

She had never failed at anything before Lily; she had always thought of herself as flawless. But then it all came crashing down, crushing her heart. She can still remember the last time she saw Lily. She was clutching her child, singing him a song. If she closed her eyes she could just picture Lily singing to her child, Harry.

I see you, standin' over there.

Yeah you, with the deep red hair.

You're singing' to your child,

A song that your memory has filed.

She remembers always seeing Lily in the library, reading. She was always reading.

She remembers Lily sitting in a corner, reading a book, the darkness making her hair look almost like blood. Then the bell went, Lily jumped up quickly and ran to her next class. She remembers picking up the book, caressing it gently with her fingers and sighing softly.

I see you, sittin' over there.

Yeah you, with the dark red hair.

Readin' a book, like you don't care.

You're so pretty, all I can do is stare.

She wiped away a tear, and with that the painful memories.

"No!" someone screamed. She headed towards it, towards the prefect bathroom.

As she reached the bathroom, she noticed Neville Longbottom closing the door slowly. When Neville was out of sight, she whispered the password and slowly opened the door. She screamed.

"Poppy!" a familiar voice cried. It was Minerva. "What's wrong?"

Slowly, she pointed to the two lifeless figures in the bathroom.

"Lily," she whispered.

Then the scene changes,

And your life rearanges.

I want to help but I'm standing still.

Seeing is believing, but believe I never will.

*~-~*

Seeing is believing,

Seeing is believing.

She had always loved him. Since the first time she saw him her heart fluttered, and she knew no one else would have her heart. Even after what he had done, taken a life, she would love him. She opened the door to his dorm and watched him leaning against the wall silently crying to himself.

I see you, standin' over there.

Yeah you, with the silky red hair.

You're leaning against the wall,

Cryin' about the meaning of it all.

"Come in," he whispered coarsely.

Slowly, she walked over to him and drew him towards her chest. As he sobbed into her bosom she stroked his beautiful red hair.

"Why did it have to be him?" he questioned her. "And why did she have to die?"

She sighed, not knowing the answer. She just didn't want to remember all the death she had seen that evening.

I see you, lying over there.

Yeah you, with the beautiful red hair.

Never again will you see the day,

Because pure evil has taken it away.

"You'll never leave me?" he asked in earnest. "Will you?"

"No," I replied, kissing him softly. "Never, Ron. I love you."

"When I have seen it, I'll believe it Hermione," he muttered.

Then he kissed her.

Then the scene changes,

And your life rearranges.

I want to help but I'm standing still.

Seeing is believing, but believe I never will.

Seeing is believing,

Seeing is believing.