4.) Avada Kedavra!

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Write the death of your favorite Harry Potter character! The best, most moving, and most IC post wins 200 drachma!

RULES

• No copying posts, if you are on a Gossip Girl site. The post must be original and new.
  
• Must be from the POV of one character
  
• NPC no more than two other characters
  
• Majority of the post must be the character you have chosen
  
• Make it clear what character you chose so we can better judge
  
• Must be at least 500 words
  
• Does not have to be someone who actually died in the series
  
• PM all posts to me, Danna

[DANNA]

Okay so since I got a good bit of entries for this, I'll close it now!

Our wonderful winner is Mr. Olly Pop!!!! Congrats Ollyyyy!

[DANNA]

WINNING POST BY OLLY

Character used: Molly Weasley
Death of: Ginny Weasley
NPC used: Harry Potter

I couldn’t move a muscle. Not one. My eyes were stuck as they were, staring into his eyes with no expression within them, my lips twitched ever so slightly with the irresistible urge to shout at Harry in defiance of his lies. But I knew, I knew inside. I knew as soon as he had ran in, his eyes bloodshocked, the area around them reddened, and his cheeks glazed with fresh tears, with his unsteady, sobbing apology to me, what had happened. But my heart refused to comprehend, the information had sunk in, but I rejected it with all my heart and soul. How could this be?! How could my own daughter, my little Ginerva, have gone?! I allowed my mind to explode as I stood, frozen still. Chaotic rejection rifled violently through my head, It could not be! She was strong, she was so confident, so beautiful and so much like me in ways she couldn’t imagine! How could she be dead!?

“Molly.. I’m sorry” I hear him speak, but I was no longer listening. I was angry, furious even. My mind had become overwhelmed with guilt and remorse. It was my fault. It had to be. I would never have let this happen if I’d have just put my foot down and not let her go back to school. I knew it was for the best, I knew she should have stayed home with me and she would be alive right now, by my side, chirping on with her happy little voice. With my next thought, I felt heat rise into my face, and my vision began to blur around the edges. But my tears did not fall, they lay in my eyes, as shocked as I was. But I moved then, the formation of my tears striking some reality into my head. And I realised that I would go see her, I knew where she was, and I could prove to him. I could prove to Harry that my Ginny, my baby, was not dead.

At first as I began to walk, I stumbled, shock was riddled through my entire body, and after having been frozen still for so long, it seemed a bit odd for me to begin walking. But of course, as it was second nature to me, I steadied myself and walked forwards, albeit slowly. My fingers refused to keep still, they fiddled agitatedly with the cuffs of my woollen jumper, my breathing became uneven and quick as I left the kitchen, my kitchen, where Ginny should be. My Ginny. I made for the door, my feet quickening as I entered the living room. Determination granted me speed, the determination of my denial, and I was only fractionally aware of the body lay limp on my beaten, worn sofa as I past it. It was only as I reached the hallway, my hand reaching out to the crooked, old, wooden front door that Harry called my name with a saddened, soft tone.

I did not want to turn, because something was dawning in my mind, something was coming together, something that was obvious, that I should have noticed, but I didn’t. I heard my name again, and reluctantly, incredibly reluctantly, I turned, my hands clutched at the open doorway, desperate for some balance, some steadiness. But I could not find it. My eyes first met Harry’s, and then they drifted, my reluctance building dramatically. Her hair spread out like a halo around her head, her face still looked angelic and soft, like I remembered, but dried blood stained her skin, open wounds spread across one of her cheeks and she had grazes everywhere, and as I looked in her eyes, expecting to see the life and buzz that was normally within them, I saw nothing. I saw emptiness, a bottomless pit, she stirred ever so slightly, and I gasped, unable to comprehend the scene before me. My daughter on the sofa, moments from death, her lover by her side, his eyes lost, confused, daed. And I could not take it. I sobbed out loud, a twisted scream of desperation and denial, and I felt my balance break, my knees buckled beneath me and I fell to the ground.

And as I fell, I saw her take her last breath, I saw her eyes open, and the pain it caused her to open them, and I saw that glimpse of life I was looking for as she looked straight at me. And my heart broke.

“No! No not Ginny. Not my Ginny!” The tears erupted from my eyes, streaming without any sign of stopping. My cries did not stop. I pounded the floor furiously, before two firm hands clasped my shoulders. I threw myself into him, my arms wrapping tightly around Harry’s neck. “How Harry?! My Ginny?! How can my Ginny die?! She was MY Gi-“ My words were broken by a sob, choking on my own tears and distraught remorse. Harry put his arms around my back and lifted me, comforting me with gentle pats. But no amount of comforting would work. My daughter had died!

My hands desperately clutched at her shoulders, and the urge to shake her awake crossed my mind, but I could not hurt her, she was my angel, I would never touch her like that. Denial struck me again, and through my tears and unsteady sobs I spoke to her. “It’s ok. You can wake up now Ginny. I’m here. Your Mother’s here for you Ginny. You can wake up now!” My voice became more desperate, maybe to wake her up, or maybe to try harder to convince myself that she was infact only sleeping, and had not passed away before my very eyes. But no matter how much I wanted, no matter how much I tried, she wasn’t waking up. My vision began to blur from the tears, and suddenly I screamed in defiance, roaring a distraught “NO!” Before crying, crying for hours, by her side, my head on her stomach, her hand in mine.

My baby was gone.

My life was gone