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Storm by quailsrock23
Chapter 1 : The Storm
 
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Disclaimer : I own the plot and the original characters. 

Credit to Lifehouse for the song, Storm, off their new CD.









There was a slight breeze that blew over the silent graveyard. Leaves rustled softly on the branches of all the trees. The sky was grey and full of clouds, as if ready to shower the earth with rain. The graveyard was filled with rows of gravestones, a few feet apart from each other. Most were a medium sized and a dull grey color, but there were a few large ones. There were ones for fathers, mothers, children, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and friends.

 

I brushed a strand of wavy hair out of my face and I stepped forward slowly. My black shoes pressed down on the tiny blades of green grass. I had been standing on a dirt pathway that wound through the graveyard, along the side. I looked down a moment later and smiled sadly. The smile was returned, by a little girl, whose hand I held.

 

My daughter, Violet. She was 5 years old and an angel, I believed.

 
We began to walk slowly towards the graves, my heart beating slowly inside my chest.  I led us to a particular one, one that I had visited only once before for a brief time. I inhaled sharply as I looked down at my daughter. “Honey, go play by that tree.” I told her softly, pointing at a big tree nearby. She smiled a toothy smile and nodded, before running over to the tree in her little boots.

 

I stared numbly down at the gravestone I was in front of and ran my hand across the top, pushing off some dirt that had taken refuge there. Suddenly, I felt weak and I fell to my knees. 

 
How long have I been in this storm?
So overwhelmed by the ocean’s shapeless form
Water’s getting harder to tread
With these waves crashing over my head

 

Tears formed in my chestnut eyes as I looked at the words which were etched into the stone. ‘Ronald Bilius Weasley. Dear husband, Dear father.’

 

My fingers felt the words gently, as if trying to erase them, somehow some way. As if to make the whole gravestone disappear. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I bowed my head in sorrow. The wind blew softly and I felt a chill run up my spine. 

 
Then, an empty and lost feeling filled my body.

 
If I could just see you
Everything would be alright
If I’d see you
This darkness would turn to light

 
I wiped away my tears and looked up again. A soft sigh escaped my pink lips. I glanced over at my daughter, who was running by the tree playfully. Then, I looked up at the dark sky, unsure of what I was looking for.

 
And I will walk on water
And you will catch me when I fall
And I will get lost in your eyes
I know everything will be alright
I know everything is alright

 

It was his birthday. Just 2 months after it happened. I took a rose out of my pocket and laid it gently on top of the gravestone. I thought about the day, the day he left. Most of it is a blur, but I remember clearly the yelling and arguing, and then...he walked out. I remember the last words I said to him that night. ‘Get out of my life.’

 

I remember she was crying, hearing all the commotion. She asked again and again, “Where’s Daddy?” I held her in my arms, and I told her I didn’t know, that he would be back soon.

 
I know you didn’t bring me out here to drown
So why am I ten feet under and upside down?
Barely surviving has become my purpose
Because I’m so used to living underneath the surface

 

I regretted those words, the words I said to him, with every fiber in my body when he did not return. Then there was that knock, the next day, the knock on my door that changed my life, our lives. I didn’t expect that to happen, I didn’t expect the man standing just outside my front door telling me he was gone. Telling me what my ears refused to believe, and what Violet didn’t understand, that he had been found on a street, lying lifelessly. There was no explanation, no nothing. He just told me he was dead.

 
If I could just see you
Everything would be alright
If I’d see you
This darkness would turn to light

 

 I was surprised to see her next to me. “Who’s that, Mommy?” she asked me, pointing to the gravestone. “That’s Daddy.” I said with a trembling voice, doing my best to be strong in the presence of my daughter. She had a confused expression on her face. I knew she was just so young to truly process all that had been happening. Then, I felt a drop of water land on my head and I looked up. I knew there was a storm coming; I knew we had to go soon.

 

And I will walk on water
And you will catch me when I fall
And I will get lost in your eyes
I know everything will be alright
I know everything is alright

 
I embraced her. I held on so tightly and never wanted to let go. She had hair like her father, bright red and messy. Her face had a couple of freckles on it and her cheeks were pink from the cold. “Daddy is not coming back, Violet.” I tried to explain. She said nothing, but started to cry. Tears filled my eyes and I kissed her on the forehead before hugging her again.

 

 I know you didn’t bring me out here to drown
So why am I ten feet under and upside down?
Barely surviving has become my purpose
Because I’m so used to living underneath the surface

 
The rain began to fall and I knew it would be raining harder within a few minutes. I let go of my daughter and looked once more at his name. “I love you, I…can’t do this without you..” I whispered softly. 

 
The rain picked up a bit and I knew it was time. I stood up and then picked up Violet. She stopped crying, but still had a few tears in her eyes. 

 
Then, slowly I walked away. The rain fell upon us in a continuous rhythm and I heard some thunder in the sky. I pulled out an umbrella and held it with one hand above our heads. We reached the dirt path that was slowly but surely turning into mud. I turned around, glanced once more at the grave, which was barely visible in the rain. A soft, barely audible ‘Goodbye’ left my lips. 

 
If I could just see you
Everything would be alright
If I’d see you
This darkness would turn to light

 
I kissed Violet once more on the forehead and then I walked along that path, looking back no more, ready to get out of the storm that engulfed us both.












A/N: {Sorry if you thought it was too short} ; I know it's sad, but I hope you enjoyed it. A big thank you to Lifehouse for their song, which I love and was inspired by.

 




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