Beautiful Sky

Beautiful Sky

~A Reflection by Lavender Brown-Weasley~

~The First Installment in Reflections: Mirrors of Real Life~

The sky is a beautiful dusky blue right now, you can see it perfectly, from where I'm standing on. The hill near Godric's Hollow... Oh. Godric's Hollow. Such tormenting memories hurt me when I'm here... But I think that Harry's the one who hurts the most.

You see him now, standing over two open graves, a few feet away from the graves of the others we lost too, in the battle. One smaller than the other grave. He's standing over the graves of two of the few people he loved. I guess he feels... abandoned. "Two of the few people I loved are gone. They left me here, standing alone, in spite of everyone else here, mourning with me." He said that in the eulogy. "Too true," I thought. There's a lot of people who want to know him, but he opened up only to a chosen few... To my husband, Ron; Sirius; Remus; Dumledore; sometimes, to myself... But most of all, he was closest to his wife, Hermione; and their daughter Marielle... But they're gone now. Forever. They perished under the hands of evil Voldemort... Yes, we can say his name now. Voldemort's dead, Harry killed him. But before Voldemort died, he killed Harry's family. Right in front of Harry, too. I can still remember it, vividly...

About a week ago, on the same hill I'm standing on now, the sky was a beautiful shade of orange, fading into purple. No matter how beautiful the sky was, no one cared to notice. What you'll notice is the scene below, full of tension...

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All of Voldemort's minions were gone, only Voldemort was left. The Aurors, including myself, Ron and Hermione together with the Order of the Phoenix members and the Volunteer-Fighters were there, tired, weak and bloody, watching as Harry stepped forward to Voldemort. "Your allies are dead now, Voldemort," Harry spat, "You're too weak to fight me in a wizard's battle too..."

"That may be the case," Voldemort replied, "but I have strength enough for... ACCIO!" He summoned Hermione: tired, bloody, and weak; and Marielle: their five year-old daughter ages away in America, to him. He performed the Full-Body Bind on them, and holding his wand in front of them.

"You--- You can't do this," Harry stuttered, realizing what Voldemort was going to do...

"Yes I can..." Voldemort replied, "and I will!" Voldemort raised his wand, the rest of us too afraid to move...

When Harry jumped between Voldemort and his family... "This is between you and me, Tom. Don't bring my family, or anyone else for that matter, between us!"

"Oh, but anything or anyone you hold dear to your heart immediately makes whatever or whoever it is a target!"

Harry, with rage building in his eyes, raised his wand, and slowly performed the spell he, along with some others: Hermione, Ron, myself, Remus, Sirius, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape, worked hard to perfect for the past five years.

All of Voldemort's performed spells came out, in a topsy-turvy order, all rushing out of his body. Slowly, his energy dwindled out of him, and Harry stepped away from in front of Hermione and Minna, so that they too can see what became of the once-powerful Evil Lord.

Then suddenly, unexpectedly, too sudden, too unexpected, come to think of it, Voldemort raised his wand. He killed Hermione and Minna, with the remaining ounce of power he had, a nano-second before all breath dwindled out of him...

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The skies then was still beautiful, even after what happened, but still, no one cared to notice. That time around, however, it wasn't because of tension. It was because of grief.

The sky remains beautiful until now... Dusky blue, you can see it perfectly, from where I'm standing on. No matter how beautiful the sky is, no one cares to notice... What you'll notice is the scene below, thousands upon thousands of people, mourning the death of all those who sacrificed for the end of the war... You'll notice them, but no one cares to notice the beautiful sky...