like a psychotic rainbow (raindroproses) wrote,
like a psychotic rainbow

FF: Elegy For an Unknown Man (1/1)

Title: Elegy For an Unknown Man (1/1)

Author: raindroproses

Rating: G
Category: Vignette, Angst

Fandom: Harry Potter
Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Notes: Another sequel to "Nocturne in Green and Gold".

Elegy For an Unknown Man

2a. A poem or song composed especially as a lament for a deceased person.
3. Music A composition that is melancholy or pensive in tone.

She grieved in silence, as he would have wished.

She was in shock. He had lived through the war, suffering injustices no one could dream of, only to be killed now. Just as they were beginning to grow closer.

She had kept her word after she left. She owled him at least twice a week. He rarely responded, and when he did, it was only to answer a direct question. She told him about the research she was doing for St. Mungo's, how Harry was doing in training, how excited Ginny had been when Dean had proposed...

He eventually began to write back. His comments were snarky, as always, and she looked forward to each letter. She could imagine his sarcastic tone as she read, "Potter will end up getting himself killed someday--and it won't be in the line of duty."

When he had told her that her abilities were wasted on St. Mungo's, she had nearly fallen out of her chair. When he offered her his position, she did.

She had no idea why he was finally leaving, after twenty years of teaching. She asked, but he never replied. She owled the headmistress, who confirmed that the position was open--and that she was the only candidate he would consider to fill his vacancy. She had accepted immediately.

Now he was gone. Killed in an accident no one could have foreseen. There hadn't been enough of him to bury. She suppressed a shudder.

Few people had attended the funeral; he hadn't been a well-loved man. She had stood in the front row--the only one.

Nobody understood the dark man. He would not have wanted them to. However, everyone needed someone to remember... so she did.

She stared at the tombstone. Dry-eyed, she placed a single daisy on his grave.

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