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Post by dudelsack on Nov 30, 2010 20:04:01 GMT -7
Harry stood at the grave of his wife, finding it hard to believe that it was four months to the day of Ginny's murder. He stared down at the headstone, his eyes stung and his hands were shaking ever so slightly. Rage was bubbling in the pit of his stomach, this was not supposed to happen- they were supposed to grow old together, see their grandchildren grow up. With a pang, Harry realized that Ginny had never met their grandsons.
He found himself turning into a very bitter man, he wanted more than to see Isabelle locked up, he wanted her dead, and anyone else foolish enough to follow her. Harry was going to take that promotion that he had been turning down for so many years, he wanted more than to capture, he wanted to kill. Harry pressed his fingers to his mouth, and then touched them lightly to Ginny's headstone, he had already made up his mind of what he was going to do the next day.
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Post by hermy on Dec 1, 2010 6:41:10 GMT -7
Hermione was not surprised to see Harry there. She was bundled up in a long coat, her pale pink sweater peeking just over the collar. In her arms, she carried a bouquet of Ginny's favorite flowers, enchanted to survive the colder weather. Without a word, she set them on the ground by her sister-in-law's grave, then turned to her best friend. She could see the bitter rage in his eyes, could tell he was thinking about something. "You aren't a violent person, Harry. You know that," she replied absently, eyes narrowed slightly.
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Post by dudelsack on Dec 1, 2010 13:55:34 GMT -7
Harry looked over at Hermione as she spoke, a frown forming on his lips. He wasn't sure what to say, he had not been for a long while. Ever since Ginny had been murdered his already awkward sense of conversation had shriveled up even further. Harry, of coruse, did not care. He was bitter and angry, but he was coping by throwing himself into his work aggressively. After two months of not showing up at all, Harry was working four times as much and as hard as he had before his wife's death. "But I'm not going to keep quiet either," Harry finally replied, his voice low.
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