“I don’t know why someone didn’t rescue آپ from the Quidditch match. It looks like someone was screwing around with your broom. It’s easy to counter silly spells like that.”
Harry thought a moment. “But why would someone mess up my broom…?”
“You’ve obviously made an enemy out of someone.” Severus shrugged.
“…maybe it was Draco.”
“Perhaps. In any case, I’m glad you’re dead. I’ve never had a friend before.”
“Wait…” Harry hesitated, “So you’ve been alone… all this time… with no one…”
“Thestrals are fun, but they don’t make good company. Anyway, I’ve got to دکھائیں آپ something. Come on.”
They walked along the cold floors, and past the ghosts and students. “Why can’t ghosts see us?”
“We’re dead, Harry, but I don’t think we’re ghosts.”
“Then what do آپ suppose we are?”
“I can’t really say. For all I know, we’re the only ones this has ever happened to.”
“Severus, do آپ think…?”
“What?”
Harry shook his head. “Nevermind.”
“Here we are.” The young teenager stepped into a small room. And there was a certain glint in Severus’s eyes, so curious that Harry followed him in. There, inside, was a mirror of the most ordinary sort.
“I used to sit for hours and hours,” Severus said, a strange grin at his face, “just looking into this mirror. Just look.”
Harry did so, and he did not find his reflection, but he did.
He was old, and tired and happy looking, with three young children around him. And a woman, just as worn and joyful, with red hair and freckles, was smiling at them.
“That’s Ginny!” Harry scrunched his face. “We had children!”
“You would have. This shows what happens if آپ had stayed alive.”
“…that’s amazing!” Harry grinned and gasped.
“Isn’t it? But my image changed! When I had first died, I hardly saw anything in the mirror. But I grew old, and I saw آپ a few times, and I was quite sad and hateful, although I can’t imagine why.”
Harry couldn’t either. His friend was kind, though a little odd at times.
“But then, once everyone I knew had grown and gotten out of Hogwarts and their names were only empty words to me, as I was so separated from them—the image changed. I was married, and was دوستوں with the ones I once despised.”
“Who did آپ hate so much?”
“Well, I’m glad their only names now, but your father was a snotwad when I knew him.” Harry’s eyes opened wide. Severus acted as though they were talking about the weather, “He hated me as soon as he met me. Played a lot of pranks and got himself into trouble. And was دوستوں with my murderer.”
Harry shook his head. “…really?”
“Yes. آپ don’t believe me?”
“…I suppose I do.”
“I’m not trying to offend you. It would be so depressing, wouldn’t it, to continue in silence because we got into a fight? Silence can drive آپ into madness, آپ know. I fell into the brink once یا twice.”
“No, I believe you…” Harry hesitated. “What else about my father? Why was he so terrible?”
“I suppose I was a bit the same as him when I was alive, except I was smarter. But he had friends, and we both loved your mother—quite odd, she’s nothing but a name now, Lily Evans, quite a pretty name, but just a name.”
“You fancied my mom?”
“Might have kissed her once.”
“That’s gross! Besides, I thought you’d been dead for a hundred years!”
Severus laughed. “No, I’m thirty five to date. But what was I going to tell you… ah, yes! Your father cried the most at my funeral.”
“…why?”
“Thought, if he had been there, he could have saved me. So he felt guilty.”
“But I thought the werewolf…”
“He felt horrible, as well! But it’s quite odd, James was the most grieved. I thought surely your mother would be the worst. Perhaps she was, in her own way.” Severus stopped talking abruptly.
The image changed in the mirror, until there was nothing but the boys’ reflections left, except that they were exactly dead.
Severus sighed. “Silence is so maddening, indeed!”
Harry thought a moment. “But why would someone mess up my broom…?”
“You’ve obviously made an enemy out of someone.” Severus shrugged.
“…maybe it was Draco.”
“Perhaps. In any case, I’m glad you’re dead. I’ve never had a friend before.”
“Wait…” Harry hesitated, “So you’ve been alone… all this time… with no one…”
“Thestrals are fun, but they don’t make good company. Anyway, I’ve got to دکھائیں آپ something. Come on.”
They walked along the cold floors, and past the ghosts and students. “Why can’t ghosts see us?”
“We’re dead, Harry, but I don’t think we’re ghosts.”
“Then what do آپ suppose we are?”
“I can’t really say. For all I know, we’re the only ones this has ever happened to.”
“Severus, do آپ think…?”
“What?”
Harry shook his head. “Nevermind.”
“Here we are.” The young teenager stepped into a small room. And there was a certain glint in Severus’s eyes, so curious that Harry followed him in. There, inside, was a mirror of the most ordinary sort.
“I used to sit for hours and hours,” Severus said, a strange grin at his face, “just looking into this mirror. Just look.”
Harry did so, and he did not find his reflection, but he did.
He was old, and tired and happy looking, with three young children around him. And a woman, just as worn and joyful, with red hair and freckles, was smiling at them.
“That’s Ginny!” Harry scrunched his face. “We had children!”
“You would have. This shows what happens if آپ had stayed alive.”
“…that’s amazing!” Harry grinned and gasped.
“Isn’t it? But my image changed! When I had first died, I hardly saw anything in the mirror. But I grew old, and I saw آپ a few times, and I was quite sad and hateful, although I can’t imagine why.”
Harry couldn’t either. His friend was kind, though a little odd at times.
“But then, once everyone I knew had grown and gotten out of Hogwarts and their names were only empty words to me, as I was so separated from them—the image changed. I was married, and was دوستوں with the ones I once despised.”
“Who did آپ hate so much?”
“Well, I’m glad their only names now, but your father was a snotwad when I knew him.” Harry’s eyes opened wide. Severus acted as though they were talking about the weather, “He hated me as soon as he met me. Played a lot of pranks and got himself into trouble. And was دوستوں with my murderer.”
Harry shook his head. “…really?”
“Yes. آپ don’t believe me?”
“…I suppose I do.”
“I’m not trying to offend you. It would be so depressing, wouldn’t it, to continue in silence because we got into a fight? Silence can drive آپ into madness, آپ know. I fell into the brink once یا twice.”
“No, I believe you…” Harry hesitated. “What else about my father? Why was he so terrible?”
“I suppose I was a bit the same as him when I was alive, except I was smarter. But he had friends, and we both loved your mother—quite odd, she’s nothing but a name now, Lily Evans, quite a pretty name, but just a name.”
“You fancied my mom?”
“Might have kissed her once.”
“That’s gross! Besides, I thought you’d been dead for a hundred years!”
Severus laughed. “No, I’m thirty five to date. But what was I going to tell you… ah, yes! Your father cried the most at my funeral.”
“…why?”
“Thought, if he had been there, he could have saved me. So he felt guilty.”
“But I thought the werewolf…”
“He felt horrible, as well! But it’s quite odd, James was the most grieved. I thought surely your mother would be the worst. Perhaps she was, in her own way.” Severus stopped talking abruptly.
The image changed in the mirror, until there was nothing but the boys’ reflections left, except that they were exactly dead.
Severus sighed. “Silence is so maddening, indeed!”
Apparently, there is suppose to be مزید Muggle classes like painting at Hogwarts. But the Ministry refused because our last Muggle Studies professor got killed سے طرف کی Lord Voldemort (sorry) and they think we should learn مزید magic than learning what Muggles do.
I want آپ guys' opinion if you, the students and professors, want مزید Muggle classes. مزید magic classes. یا both.
In my opinion, we should even out the magic classes and Muggle classes. Either way, we can fit in with Muggles and understand their world. I don't think the Ministry should be keeping us away and marrying Muggles. Without them, our kind would of wiped out like death.
I want آپ guys' opinion if you, the students and professors, want مزید Muggle classes. مزید magic classes. یا both.
In my opinion, we should even out the magic classes and Muggle classes. Either way, we can fit in with Muggles and understand their world. I don't think the Ministry should be keeping us away and marrying Muggles. Without them, our kind would of wiped out like death.
((This is in now way Potter-related. It's just a quick scene. Any of آپ with siblings can sympathize.))
*my phone rings*
Em: ارے Sis!
*click*
*phone rings again*
Em: Hey. Hey. Hey.
*click*
*Mom's phone rings*
Em: She hung up on me!
Mom: And that's surprising?
Em: I'm going to try again.
*click*
*my phone rings*
Em: Hi.
Me: No.
*click*
And there آپ have it. Something we can all relate to in some way.
Special thanks to my sister and my mom for inspiring this little scene. Yes, this will eventually happen.
*my phone rings*
Em: ارے Sis!
*click*
*phone rings again*
Em: Hey. Hey. Hey.
*click*
*Mom's phone rings*
Em: She hung up on me!
Mom: And that's surprising?
Em: I'm going to try again.
*click*
*my phone rings*
Em: Hi.
Me: No.
*click*
And there آپ have it. Something we can all relate to in some way.
Special thanks to my sister and my mom for inspiring this little scene. Yes, this will eventually happen.
80 Years Later
Sirius and Lily Black looked down at the tombstones. “Very funny how life works, guys.” He said, smiling a little. “Hated each other, worst enemies… what made آپ change?”
Lily sighed. “You were good men. No, great.”
Sirius looked her over, and then hugged her. “I can still hear آپ two, coming over at our رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا table… bickering a little, yeah, but mostly talking and having fun.”
Lily bowed her head. “They both loved me, didn’t they?”
“Maybe.”
A little farther away Henry, Thomas, Jacob and Rose were playing together. The Blacks loved their grandchildren with all their heart, and loved their merry feet as they zigzagged across the tombstones, racing.
The leap of faith was over for them.
All was well at last.
Sirius and Lily Black looked down at the tombstones. “Very funny how life works, guys.” He said, smiling a little. “Hated each other, worst enemies… what made آپ change?”
Lily sighed. “You were good men. No, great.”
Sirius looked her over, and then hugged her. “I can still hear آپ two, coming over at our رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا table… bickering a little, yeah, but mostly talking and having fun.”
Lily bowed her head. “They both loved me, didn’t they?”
“Maybe.”
A little farther away Henry, Thomas, Jacob and Rose were playing together. The Blacks loved their grandchildren with all their heart, and loved their merry feet as they zigzagged across the tombstones, racing.
The leap of faith was over for them.
All was well at last.