Neville Longbottom (nevforthewin) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-12-12 14:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 december, ginny weasley, neville longbottom |
WHO: Neville & OPEN
WHAT: Time for grieving
WHEN: The morning after the release from the Alley
WHERE: A wizarding graveyard? Is that a thing?
I lost my life and all its meaning
And so I locked myself away
Padding my heart behind a wall
I couldn’t feel it beat at all
But I’m feeling it today
Neville had somehow convinced himself, over the many weeks confined to Diagon Alley, by distracting himself with work and trying to come up with some way of feeding everyone, that Bole's taunts were just that - simply talk. He'd almost forgotten about it entirely, especially since it seemed that Bole had possibly been killed in the Leaky Cauldron fire. But the second he'd gotten out of Diagon Alley and Apparated home to check on his Gran, the moment he saw her face... he knew. The large tombstone had been bought and paid for years ago, in the plot next to his grandfather Cornelius. The joint headstone read: "Frank & Alice Longbottom: Brave Fighters, Loving Parents". That was all. "I wish you'd waited for me," he said, very low. His knees were getting damp and cold in the snow, but he couldn't bring himself to care. "We didn't know how long you'd be gone," his Gran said. The grip of her small hand was much tighter on his shoulder than an old woman should have been able to manage. "Or if you'd even come back." He reached out and laid his hand on the cold, hard stone, and sighed. "I know," he said. "I just wish I could have been there." "You didn't miss anything," his Gran said. Her voice was the way she always spoke, calm and unapologetic, but there was a slight frailness to it now that hadn't been there before. "Funerals are all the same. I've been to more than enough of them for one lifetime." She moved her hand to the top of his head, just for a moment. "Come along now, before you freeze." "No," he said, after a moment. "No, I want to stay a bit longer. You go home, Gran. Get warm. I'll be back later." He waited until she'd gone before he allowed himself to cry. |