Stylistic Harmony

Epilogue

Two Years........................

The war raged on, Voldemort's victory at Hogwarts had begun something that couldn't be stopped. It was a game of chicken, who would snap first, make the mistake, allowing the other side the advantage. It was a time of frantic planning, discussing tactics and stealthily carrying out operations. They won some, they lost some and both sides suffered casualties, but none had time to mourn the dead. After that night at Hogwarts, no one rested, no one slept, especially her. Harry and Ron had dragged her from the burning ruin of the castle, she had not gone lightly. Screaming his name to the high heavens, she struggled against them desperate to see, to know that he was really, truly gone. Ginny was no where to be found, Harry had been beside himself. Only she knew that Ginny had gone, run with Blaise as soon as she got the chance. Not one whisper had been heard about her in months. After they had fled the grounds, they reached Grimmauld Place by first light that morning, where she had broken free and locked herself in her room. She didn't remember any of the next month, only snippets, whispers outside her door,
"How long can she stay in there?"
"What was she thinking?"
"Why didn't you tell us!"
"What if she knows where Ginny is?!"
"No, we didn't. We looked but we couldn't find the bastards body." That one had given her hope, had almost woken her from her despair, but it was no good. Every time she moved it hurt, every time she opened her eyes it hurt. There was nothing left. It took them a year to convince her it was for the best. They needed her and deep down she needed them. Ron and her married some six months later. The ceremony was quiet, only a few people had attended. She had walked down the aisle, a vision in white, purity, innocence. What a farce. As they said their vows she could feel something gnawing at her, a feeling like someone was watching. The feeling only stronger as they were pronounced man and wife, as they had turned to their friends, thats when she had glimpsed it. It had only been a split second but there it was, a figure, shrouded in darkness. The shock of blond hair had made her stop in her tracks, and then he was gone. She had blinked hard, had it been her imagination, wishing, hoping that he was still out there, watching over her? Or was it reality, had he been there and done nothing to stop it? Neither seemed likely and she had pushed it out of her head, it still hurt to even think his name. Now here she was six months later, married to a man she did not love, still grieving for what she had lost. She looked down at her hand. The wedding ring on her finger glinted in the moonlight streaming through her bedroom window. Ron was snoring as usual. She sighed and turned over, succumbing to the sleep. For in sleep she was at peace, she could cling to the illusion that he had promised her. To sleep, perchance to dream. But this one was different.

*****The world around her was burning, fire was licking everything. The smoke stung her eyes making her weep, she couldn't see anything but she ran. Blindly groping for anything familiar. She pushed open a door, fresh air rushed into her lungs and the smoke cleared. She was outside. The ground was strewn with the dead. Blood flowed. Looking wildly around, there was no-one. Entirely alone she fell to her knees, to wracked with grief to hold herself up. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Alone she waited, waited for nothing. There was nothing left for her. He had promised that he would watch her, wait for her but she could no longer feel him. Over and over she saw it, the moment before it happened. Draco, it hurt to even think his name. A gaping hole tore in her chest, where her heart once beat. A hand laid on her shoulder,
"Come with me." Blaise, next to her. Then Harry and Ron stood in front of her, Blaise had disappeared, Harry hugged her,
"Its okay, he can't hurt you now. He's gone and you can get on with your life." Ron kissed her,
"Marry me?" The scene shifted again, and she was standing by a gravestone, flowers and candles littered the ground,

Draco Lucius Malfoy.
Died, 21st December, 2006

She collapsed to the ground, grasping at the grass surrounding his grave site. Utter despair engulfed her, and she felt the world slipping away. Out the corner of her eye she saw a movement, white blond hair in the distance. The smoke had cleared and she was in a church, standing in front of the altar, her 'friends' smiling happily at her.
"NO!! Take me back! PLEASE!" She shouted. She looked around frantically, a shock of blonde hair caught her eye, he smirked and raised an eyebrow,
"Are you really ready?"*****

Her eyes snapped open. He had been there, she was sure of it.

fin.

Hey..thanks for all your reviews!! Hope you enjoyed this story! Oh and for all you who want more..I am gonna write a sequel! Any ideas/inspiration you have just stick it in a review and it WILL help me write faster! lol much love sarah xxx