FireWhiskey Lullaby
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Take Two
A.N.: I am so so so so so Frickin sorry. I don't know what happened but only half my fiction appears so I'm posting the rest as chapter two. I am so sorry. Please forgive the authoress she grovels at your feet.
"I should name it. How 'bout… FireWhiskey Melody?" The portrait made a disgusted face at Harry's behavior but Harry took it as a dislike for his song title. "No? How 'bout Whiskey Lullaby?" He shook his head, "No, it sounds like some sad country song."
~The rumors flew. But nobody knew how much he blamed himself. For years and years, he tried to hide the whiskey on his breath. We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time. But he never could get drunk enough to get him off his mind. Until the night…~
The portrait spoke, "Harry how many of those have you had?"
Harry scowled at the picture of his longtime friend and mentor. "Not enough! I can still 'member." Tears spilled down his cheeks. "I can still 'member him Remy. He haunts my dreams. I can never catch him."
Next Day
"Harry wake up. Wake up, Harry." The voice was feminine. //Must be 'Mione// "Fine then don't get up. I left food in the kitchen. Try to eat. You don’t look healthy. You're starting to look like he did, Harry. that’s not good. I love you, Harry." He heard a crack and when he opened his eyes she was gone. He looked at the clock. // 8 a.m. I only slept for about three hours. Well might as well get an early start.// He waved his wand at the empty bottle and it refilled with liquor. //I love Charms//
~He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger. He finally drank away his memory. Life is short but this time it was bigger than the strength he had to get up off his knees. They found him with his face down in the pillow. Clinging to his picture for dear life.~
Front Page Daily Prophet April 9th
R.I.P
Harry James Potter 1985-2006
Harry James Potter-Malfoy, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Savior of the Wizarding World, age 21, was found dead this morning. As in the death of his deceased husband, Draconis Lucius Malfoy, it seemed that he drank himself to death. Hopefully the two lovers have found each other in the afterlife. Free to run and play all they want like the children they never were. For funeral information, contact Miss Hermione Helen Granger the Malfoys' Best Friend. -Rita Skeeter
Three Days Later Malfoy Manor
Hermione stepped towards the two graves. Both of them still just mounds of dirt. Too new to have grass too old to be soil. The funeral had been the day before. Many people had shown up of course. It was Harry. No matter what he did people have him attention he didn’t want. She kneeled down between the graves underneath the old tree. For once she didn’t know what kind of tree it was and she didn’t really care at the moment.
"Hello Draco. Hello Harry. I've just come to keep you updated on the news. Severus and I are getting on well. You were right we are quite alike. I managed to get Rita Skeeter to write a respectful article for you Harry. Just like Draco's. I miss you so much. The both of you. Life isn't the same without you."
She heard a sound come from above her. In the tree. Drawing her wand quickly like any good auror, she looked up at the tree and dropped the very wand she had just so recently drawn. For there in the tree were Harry and Draco.
"Don’t worry 'Mione. We're fine." Harry said clasping Draco's hand in his.
Draco smiled down at her, "He's right. Now go read all those books I gave you. I know you haven't read them all yet." He looked at Harry and smiled, love shining in his eyes. "We're happy, Hermione. Finally we can be together forever. Just the two of us. Until you die of course. We'll be right here waiting for you, Granger."
"Yeah. Don’t make us wait too long 'Mione," Harry said jokingly. "I know you think you'll need hours to do your hair, but don’t worry, you have years."
"We love you 'Mione." They spoke in synch, then they jumped from the branch they were perched on fading away before they hit the ground.
"See you then, guys. I love you, too," she said, hearing the laughter of her two friends fade into the wind.
~We laid him next to him beneath the willow, while the angels sang a Whiskey Lullaby.~
The End is Just The Beginning of Someone Else's Story
Authors Note: Wow it took me two hours to write this out. Geesh. Well I love you all and please review. I'll be so stoked. Questions or Comments hit me at Kimothy_the_Sage@yahoo.com or www.myspace.com/deladeus
"I should name it. How 'bout… FireWhiskey Melody?" The portrait made a disgusted face at Harry's behavior but Harry took it as a dislike for his song title. "No? How 'bout Whiskey Lullaby?" He shook his head, "No, it sounds like some sad country song."
~The rumors flew. But nobody knew how much he blamed himself. For years and years, he tried to hide the whiskey on his breath. We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time. But he never could get drunk enough to get him off his mind. Until the night…~
The portrait spoke, "Harry how many of those have you had?"
Harry scowled at the picture of his longtime friend and mentor. "Not enough! I can still 'member." Tears spilled down his cheeks. "I can still 'member him Remy. He haunts my dreams. I can never catch him."
Next Day
"Harry wake up. Wake up, Harry." The voice was feminine. //Must be 'Mione// "Fine then don't get up. I left food in the kitchen. Try to eat. You don’t look healthy. You're starting to look like he did, Harry. that’s not good. I love you, Harry." He heard a crack and when he opened his eyes she was gone. He looked at the clock. // 8 a.m. I only slept for about three hours. Well might as well get an early start.// He waved his wand at the empty bottle and it refilled with liquor. //I love Charms//
~He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger. He finally drank away his memory. Life is short but this time it was bigger than the strength he had to get up off his knees. They found him with his face down in the pillow. Clinging to his picture for dear life.~
Front Page Daily Prophet April 9th
R.I.P
Harry James Potter 1985-2006
Harry James Potter-Malfoy, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Savior of the Wizarding World, age 21, was found dead this morning. As in the death of his deceased husband, Draconis Lucius Malfoy, it seemed that he drank himself to death. Hopefully the two lovers have found each other in the afterlife. Free to run and play all they want like the children they never were. For funeral information, contact Miss Hermione Helen Granger the Malfoys' Best Friend. -Rita Skeeter
Three Days Later Malfoy Manor
Hermione stepped towards the two graves. Both of them still just mounds of dirt. Too new to have grass too old to be soil. The funeral had been the day before. Many people had shown up of course. It was Harry. No matter what he did people have him attention he didn’t want. She kneeled down between the graves underneath the old tree. For once she didn’t know what kind of tree it was and she didn’t really care at the moment.
"Hello Draco. Hello Harry. I've just come to keep you updated on the news. Severus and I are getting on well. You were right we are quite alike. I managed to get Rita Skeeter to write a respectful article for you Harry. Just like Draco's. I miss you so much. The both of you. Life isn't the same without you."
She heard a sound come from above her. In the tree. Drawing her wand quickly like any good auror, she looked up at the tree and dropped the very wand she had just so recently drawn. For there in the tree were Harry and Draco.
"Don’t worry 'Mione. We're fine." Harry said clasping Draco's hand in his.
Draco smiled down at her, "He's right. Now go read all those books I gave you. I know you haven't read them all yet." He looked at Harry and smiled, love shining in his eyes. "We're happy, Hermione. Finally we can be together forever. Just the two of us. Until you die of course. We'll be right here waiting for you, Granger."
"Yeah. Don’t make us wait too long 'Mione," Harry said jokingly. "I know you think you'll need hours to do your hair, but don’t worry, you have years."
"We love you 'Mione." They spoke in synch, then they jumped from the branch they were perched on fading away before they hit the ground.
"See you then, guys. I love you, too," she said, hearing the laughter of her two friends fade into the wind.
~We laid him next to him beneath the willow, while the angels sang a Whiskey Lullaby.~
The End is Just The Beginning of Someone Else's Story
Authors Note: Wow it took me two hours to write this out. Geesh. Well I love you all and please review. I'll be so stoked. Questions or Comments hit me at Kimothy_the_Sage@yahoo.com or www.myspace.com/deladeus