La Lutte (Chapter Seven)
Title: White Ladder
Author: RavanaSnape
Series: La Lutte (09/15)
Era: Post-HBP
Warning: Spoilers up to and including HBP
Rating: PG for subject matter (funeral).
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The song featured is the property of David Grey and in no way mine.
A/N: Just a short chapter, no summary needed.
White ladder
Water and wine
Forever crying
Oh time
Don't wanna feel tonight
There's no rhyme or reason to life
This sweet life
That the Grangers were not there for Hermione’s wedding, but her funeral two years later was something Harry knew they would regret forever. People came from everywhere… their year mates, those that were still alive, the old teachers, McGonagall’s face white and pinched, save for her eyes which were rimmed in red. The Press tried to get in, as did several Ministry officials. Unfortunately for them, Fred and George were at their vindictive worst. Even Snape had sent a carefully coded message in which he grudgingly acknowledged, perhaps too late, that Hermione had possessed a mind to rival his own.
White river
Thunder and war
Forever crying
Oh no
Don't wanna feel tonight
There's no rhyme or reason to life
This sweet life
Ron sat at the front of the Roman Catholic Church - Hermione’s parents had insisted on a religious ceremony - flanked by Harry and Mrs Granger. Hermione’s Muggle relatives spoke quietly with her father at the back until the service started and he joined his wife and son-in-law in their pew. The priest spoke quietly, punctuated by stifled sobs from Mrs Weasley and various aunts. Jane Granger, her back ramrod straight, would not allow herself to cry. Not in front of all these people. She tried to concentrate on the priest’s words and when that failed, began to recite lists of dental treatments in her head, Latin given where appropriate.
To the night another body
To the night another name
To the night another valentine
A burning flame
To the night another body
To the night another name
To the night another valentine
A burning flame
After the Muggle ceremony came the Wizarding. More of the Muggle relatives than expected gathered in the woodland clearing, under heavy guard and with carefully made, and protected, Portkeys. They would risk it, all of them, just this once. Crookshanks, who had been sent away to France with Hermione’s parents, sat yowling in Harry’s lap as Ron, with hands that shook ever so slightly, pulled out his wand and lit the funeral pyre.
Tomorrow, Harry promised himself, tomorrow they would begin again. They would get that wand back; they would complete Hermione’s work. Even if he had to tear the world apart to do it… Voldemort had gone too far this time.
White ladder
Water and wine
Don't wanna feel tonight
Next part
Author: RavanaSnape
Series: La Lutte (09/15)
Era: Post-HBP
Warning: Spoilers up to and including HBP
Rating: PG for subject matter (funeral).
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The song featured is the property of David Grey and in no way mine.
A/N: Just a short chapter, no summary needed.
White ladder
Water and wine
Forever crying
Oh time
Don't wanna feel tonight
There's no rhyme or reason to life
This sweet life
That the Grangers were not there for Hermione’s wedding, but her funeral two years later was something Harry knew they would regret forever. People came from everywhere… their year mates, those that were still alive, the old teachers, McGonagall’s face white and pinched, save for her eyes which were rimmed in red. The Press tried to get in, as did several Ministry officials. Unfortunately for them, Fred and George were at their vindictive worst. Even Snape had sent a carefully coded message in which he grudgingly acknowledged, perhaps too late, that Hermione had possessed a mind to rival his own.
White river
Thunder and war
Forever crying
Oh no
Don't wanna feel tonight
There's no rhyme or reason to life
This sweet life
Ron sat at the front of the Roman Catholic Church - Hermione’s parents had insisted on a religious ceremony - flanked by Harry and Mrs Granger. Hermione’s Muggle relatives spoke quietly with her father at the back until the service started and he joined his wife and son-in-law in their pew. The priest spoke quietly, punctuated by stifled sobs from Mrs Weasley and various aunts. Jane Granger, her back ramrod straight, would not allow herself to cry. Not in front of all these people. She tried to concentrate on the priest’s words and when that failed, began to recite lists of dental treatments in her head, Latin given where appropriate.
To the night another body
To the night another name
To the night another valentine
A burning flame
To the night another body
To the night another name
To the night another valentine
A burning flame
After the Muggle ceremony came the Wizarding. More of the Muggle relatives than expected gathered in the woodland clearing, under heavy guard and with carefully made, and protected, Portkeys. They would risk it, all of them, just this once. Crookshanks, who had been sent away to France with Hermione’s parents, sat yowling in Harry’s lap as Ron, with hands that shook ever so slightly, pulled out his wand and lit the funeral pyre.
Tomorrow, Harry promised himself, tomorrow they would begin again. They would get that wand back; they would complete Hermione’s work. Even if he had to tear the world apart to do it… Voldemort had gone too far this time.
White ladder
Water and wine
Don't wanna feel tonight
Next part