《together?》 Funerals Hey guys, This fan-fiction was inspired by a tom riddle playlist. the channel name is olivalee but the video has since been removed. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
¡°Ginny Weasley was a bright girl. Shy, yet confident, she could light up a room , especially with her bright hair¡ª¡± He broke off, voice caught in his throat. Grief cast a shadow over his features, and a hand was placed upon his heart. ¡°¡ªher bright hair which somehow was always brighter than ours, despite being the same shade. She was smart, and happy and hopeful. Ginny Weasley was young in body and soul.¡± Both of the twin boys¡¯ eyes were heavy. They took turns to speak, as if they had a limit on their words. It was understandable. Everyone in the school was feeling the pain ripple through the air, but no more than the young girl¡¯s family. Two that looked exactly alike were stood at the podium, sniffling and reading her eulogy whilst a younger one was sat on the floor, as if the grief on his shoulders was too much to carry standing. Behind, the family was huddled up together, along with close friends whispering reassurances to each other. The mother seemed shell-shocked. Her only girl. The entirety of Hogwarts was stood in front, faculty and students alike, showing their support silently in the chilly morning.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. Hollie shook her head, quietly paying her condolences to the family. At least she has a family to grieve her. What do you have left? She shook her head again, trying to remove the green tendrils that were creeping into her conscience. It was not a time to envy. She felt tears prick at her own eyes as she recalled her mother¡¯s funeral. She had sat at the back, avoiding everyone. After that, she was removed from home-schooling and plopped into Hogwarts full time. She were to remain at a fully paid Leaky Cauldron reservation during summertime, when the school was closed, and otherwise had a private dorm since she would be staying during other breaks. Hollie tried desperately to remember how her mother smelt. How she looked. But her image was distorting.She was already forgetting her. She wondered if the same thing would happen to the family in front of her. She doubted it. There were so many of them, and they all had shared features. It would be hard to forget someone whom you would see in different faces of all the people you loved. She turned back to the family. The younger boy was speaking now, trying hard to contain his sniffles. ¡°Gin was m-m-m-my sister. I love her s-so-so much. She¡ª¡± He let out a heart wrenching sob, looking towards his siblings for help. Another one with a scar down his face stood up and decided to take over, consoling him and deciding to end the speech, each family member and friend having been able to say their part. ¡°Ginevra Weasley was the sweetest girl ever, but make no mistake, she was born for Gryffindor. She was fierce, loyal to a fault and had the biggest heart of anyone I¡¯ve ever known. She was a sister, a friend and a daughter. She was a person. She was here. And we will never, never forget what she¡¯s left behind. May she rest in peace, our firecracker.¡± And with that, everyone left the quidditch pitch, a small plot of grass left there dedicated to Ginny, leaving her mark upon and inside the world forever. Ghostly Faces Hollie was scared. Ever since the funeral, she¡¯d been feeling... things. A shadow that didn¡¯t belong to her when she was alone. A dreadful whisper as she walked along hundreds of students in the corridor. A forbidden touch on her shoulder when she was asleep. Then she started to see things. Not just feel them. They would manifest themselves. And the whispers became clearer. She could put a face to it now. And it looked beautiful. Sinfully so. It happened again, on the night of November 1st. She had gone to the hospital wing to get herself sleeping draught, unable to rest without it. After grabbing it from a concerned Madam Pomfrey, she was heading back, afraid to be caught by a prefect or worse, Snape. Ever since the funeral, there were more patrols in the halls at night. It''s not as if there was any reason to. After all, Ginny had died because of a Quidditch accident. She remembers her mother telling her all about the rules of the game. Her feet padded on the cold concrete, and she let her mind wander to the past. It was a mistake. Doing it always let the visions creep in easier. And that¡¯s just what happened. She looked up and almost collided with a man. Hollie slapped a hand on her mouth to avoid screaming. Not a man. A boy. It was deadly silent in the corridor. Hollie blinked, trying to get rid of the image. Horrified, she stumbled back and around the man, who had blue undertones on his pale face, as if he were dead. He¡¯d just looked at her, hauntingly.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. She dizzily stumbled into her room and rocked herself back and forth is her bed, trying not to wake the girls next door and making a note to talk to Dumbledore the next morning. When the sun finally rose, Hollie rushed to haphazardly put on her uniform and brush, wanting nothing more than to speak to the headmaster and get the matter resolved. She needed her medicine. This had happened before, when her mother died. She saw things that weren¡¯t real. Her mother, crawling towards her, dead and skin festering. Begging her¡ª begging her to pull her up. Promising her happiness. ¡°Hollie, Hollie my daughter, my only daughter. Pull me out of here, please. Another time, her mother in her bed, sleeping on her pillow. She looked peaceful and restful. But she was dead. After retrieving the password for Professor Mcgnagall, she knocked on the door. ¡°Candied Cockroaches.¡± The door opened and she slipped inside. ¡°Ah, Miss Hosteed. What a pleasure. I¡¯m sure your transition has been going splendid?¡± He smiled, but she felt unsettled. It seemed like he was forcing it. ¡°Yes, Professor. But I¡¯ve come to you about other concerns.¡± She scratched her neck. ¡°I think I need to go back on my medication.¡± His brows furrowed. She was supposed to be getting better. ¡°I¡ªum I saw a man, yesterday. In the hall. Well, not a man; a boy.¡± Dumbledore frowned. ¡°He looked dead, professor. And he was wearing a uniform, different to ours but it had our cres-¡± The wizard stood in front of her suddenly seemed pale, hastily interrupting her. ¡°Miss Hosteed. I¡¯m sure it was just a trick of your mind. If you really do feel like you need it, then you can go and see Madam Pomfrey for a diagnosis.¡± Hollie shivered. She had never seen him so rigid.¡°Ok... thank you Professor.¡± Something was very wrong.