Fic: Defeat (Tom/Ginny)
Title: Defeat
Character(s): Ginny/Tom, mentions of the Minister and the trio
Prompt: violin
Rating: PG-13-ish
Word Count: 593
Summary: memorial of the fallen
Author's Notes: ok, i'm finally done. i'm not sure if i like this last part, but i've written what i could. i needed to finish this today because i'm going out of town tomorrow and won't be back for a while. *more notes at the bottom
Ginny sat stiffly in her chair, alone. She watched as Harry, Hermione and Ron walked slowly and painfully to the front of the crowd and take their seats. She looked around her for familiar faces before remembering there were none; she was a stranger to them all. The famous trio looked as uncomfortable as she felt, and wary, as if they weren’t sure it was over. She watched the Minister limp to the front of the faceless crowd, speak his peace, and gesture to the unwilling heroes behind him. She shifted and looked down at the bandaged hands in her lap. She sat alone among the crowd, damaged, distraught. Tears filled her eyes as she heard the Minister read off names of those that had fought and died valiantly in the effort to save her, and the world. She sobbed at familiar names and broke down completely at names of her family. She had caused this, she had brought this, this shame, this horror, upon her family. She looked up and caught Ron’s eyes. He watched her, eyes hard, then pointedly glanced away.
The trio stood as one. She watched as Harry spoke, then they walked off the makeshift stage. Ginny, with the crowd, shuffled unconsciously out of the doors after them. She searched, lost still, for her brother. He passed her without a single glance, however, and led with Harry and Hermione the procession to the memorial gravesite just outside of Hogwarts’ grounds.
She walked slowly, on the outskirts, remembering the last few minutes before she lost consciousness in the Chamber. They told her later that she was a hero, that she had helped them finally defeat him, that she had caused the ultimate distraction that allowed Harry to kill Voldemort. She knew they lied. She knew they had pushed her out of the way, had wanted her to leave, had thought she was an annoying child. She remembered Ron pushing her away, leaving her vulnerable to Voldemort’s mental assault. She knew they had been unconcerned as she lay there screaming and writhing and miserable, that they had not cared what he was putting her through. They had used her as a pawn, through her own foolishness.
She watched as the crowd paid their final respects to the fallen. The sky, too, mourned as night fell. Ginny stood there, reliving the past, watching herself be pulled in, drawn into the enigma and terror of the Dark Lord.
Her vision clouded as rain fell, mixing with her tears. She watched the lumps of earth covering her family and friends as they spread out, mixing with the grass, forming mud as rain continued to fall.
She blinked and saw herself, resting in a coffin about to be put underground, a vision no doubt planted by a dying Voldemort. A lone person stood, watching Ginny enter the ground. She fell to her knees and reached out a hand, trying to reach her lost self. As earth rained down on the coffin, she stood up, defeated. She heard a familiar laugh that chilled her soul as she turned to her one griever. She blinked again, wiping tears away as she tried to focus on the man. “Tom,” she whispered. He turned to her, looking through her as she watched him. He laughed again, throwing a single white rose on her grave. She shuddered as she heard her name whispered one last time by the one voice she hoped to never hear again. She took a deep breath and left, tears falling freely, grieving for her loss.
more notes: ok, i was trying to convey loss and hopelessness for ginny. that's why the title is defeat: she's defeated, voldemort's defeated, her past is gone, etc. i want this vision of her being buried to haunt her, especially because the only person that comes to mourn her is tom, who laughs. i don't know. hopefully it does what i wanted it to do.
Character(s): Ginny/Tom, mentions of the Minister and the trio
Prompt: violin
Rating: PG-13-ish
Word Count: 593
Summary: memorial of the fallen
Author's Notes: ok, i'm finally done. i'm not sure if i like this last part, but i've written what i could. i needed to finish this today because i'm going out of town tomorrow and won't be back for a while. *more notes at the bottom
Ginny sat stiffly in her chair, alone. She watched as Harry, Hermione and Ron walked slowly and painfully to the front of the crowd and take their seats. She looked around her for familiar faces before remembering there were none; she was a stranger to them all. The famous trio looked as uncomfortable as she felt, and wary, as if they weren’t sure it was over. She watched the Minister limp to the front of the faceless crowd, speak his peace, and gesture to the unwilling heroes behind him. She shifted and looked down at the bandaged hands in her lap. She sat alone among the crowd, damaged, distraught. Tears filled her eyes as she heard the Minister read off names of those that had fought and died valiantly in the effort to save her, and the world. She sobbed at familiar names and broke down completely at names of her family. She had caused this, she had brought this, this shame, this horror, upon her family. She looked up and caught Ron’s eyes. He watched her, eyes hard, then pointedly glanced away.
The trio stood as one. She watched as Harry spoke, then they walked off the makeshift stage. Ginny, with the crowd, shuffled unconsciously out of the doors after them. She searched, lost still, for her brother. He passed her without a single glance, however, and led with Harry and Hermione the procession to the memorial gravesite just outside of Hogwarts’ grounds.
She walked slowly, on the outskirts, remembering the last few minutes before she lost consciousness in the Chamber. They told her later that she was a hero, that she had helped them finally defeat him, that she had caused the ultimate distraction that allowed Harry to kill Voldemort. She knew they lied. She knew they had pushed her out of the way, had wanted her to leave, had thought she was an annoying child. She remembered Ron pushing her away, leaving her vulnerable to Voldemort’s mental assault. She knew they had been unconcerned as she lay there screaming and writhing and miserable, that they had not cared what he was putting her through. They had used her as a pawn, through her own foolishness.
She watched as the crowd paid their final respects to the fallen. The sky, too, mourned as night fell. Ginny stood there, reliving the past, watching herself be pulled in, drawn into the enigma and terror of the Dark Lord.
Her vision clouded as rain fell, mixing with her tears. She watched the lumps of earth covering her family and friends as they spread out, mixing with the grass, forming mud as rain continued to fall.
She blinked and saw herself, resting in a coffin about to be put underground, a vision no doubt planted by a dying Voldemort. A lone person stood, watching Ginny enter the ground. She fell to her knees and reached out a hand, trying to reach her lost self. As earth rained down on the coffin, she stood up, defeated. She heard a familiar laugh that chilled her soul as she turned to her one griever. She blinked again, wiping tears away as she tried to focus on the man. “Tom,” she whispered. He turned to her, looking through her as she watched him. He laughed again, throwing a single white rose on her grave. She shuddered as she heard her name whispered one last time by the one voice she hoped to never hear again. She took a deep breath and left, tears falling freely, grieving for her loss.
more notes: ok, i was trying to convey loss and hopelessness for ginny. that's why the title is defeat: she's defeated, voldemort's defeated, her past is gone, etc. i want this vision of her being buried to haunt her, especially because the only person that comes to mourn her is tom, who laughs. i don't know. hopefully it does what i wanted it to do.