But the Sun is Shining

But the Sun is Shining

Once, she told me the sun was still burning.

There was this time when I thought none of that mattered, because, really, who could care for six billion useless muggles? Six billion muggles who were always transforming and destroying everything, for they lacked the power to create? They were just a number, anyway, and one that was too high, at that.

I didn't know what kept me alive, then, nor did I want to. I was alive, and I had power. That was enough for me. That was when I met her.

Both her parents were muggles, and yet she had power. Everything about her was just plain wrong. She would always be one of them; how could she be one of us at the same time? And for a reason I never knew, she was always ahead of me, in almost everything. She cared, too. Not only for them.

It was around this time that I became curious. Although I would not admit, I started questioning many things that were "just because".

She was always trying to make me see things from her point of view, too. To that end, she made use of every method she knew, from insulting and slapping me to talking and being unexpectedly kind. None of it worked, of course. But it made me want to ask her a single question.

Time flew, and suddenly my life was not the same anymore. Everything was changing, and I saw for the first time that there was really going to be a war. I hated that. I hated the worry and insecurity. It was time to choose, though, so I faced it. I am a Malfoy. And I finally dared ask her why she still cared.

She didn't go for a short answer. She saw my question as her first and only opportunity, and she took her time. She told me that wizards did not have real power over a lot of things. Time. Death. Life. She told me the world was constantly changing, and that no one had power over that, nor did anyone know where it was leading us. Not even she had all the answers, apparently. So, as long as there was life, there would be hope. And as long as there was hope, she would fight for life. As long as the sun kept burning.

I would never really think like her, but I realized she was never going to give up. Such darkness overcame the world that I could not see the sun, anyway. But what I could see was that the Dark Lord was not going to destroy the muggle world in order to create a better wizarding one. He was going to destroy both. And, well, he was succeeding.

One day I saw her again, fighting for the Light, fighting for life. With death and darkness surrounding us, she said, "The sun is still burning, you know?"

Let the sun be her reason to stay alive. I don't think I'll ever understand Granger, but she is my sun now. Maybe there's hope for life, after all.