Summary: Harry visits his parents and godfather's graves, and then two years later does it again, but there's a new addition. REVISED!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, that privilege goes to JK Rowling. However, I do own Jared and Monica Evans, Jenny and Dennis Moon, and Michael and Rachael Potter.
Gravestone
As I walk down the rows of graves, the aisles of the dead, I wonder what it would be like if I had dropped out of the Tri-Wizard Tournament in my fourth year. Or I wonder if Voldemort hadn't been in power in the first place, I wonder what it would've been like to have parents, to have a family. Would I have any younger siblings? How many aunts and uncles would I have? Would I still have grandparents? Aunt Petunia told me that because of my "freak" mother, their parents and older brother Jared and his wife Monica were killed, as was my dad's parents, his older sister Jenny and her husband Dennis, and his older brother Michael and his wife Rachael.
All because of Voldemort. In the end, all of my problems come back to Voldemort. Just thinking about him makes my hands clench. If it hadn't been for that bastard, my parents, my grandparents, my aunts and uncles, my godfather, maybe my younger siblings, would all be alive, and my life wouldn't be a living hell.
I can tell that Lupin is sad. It's on his face. Is that anger too? Maybe he's feeling the same as me, angry and sad. No, there's something else there too...regret? Hmm...
I wish that Voldemort didn't ever exist. And her, that bitch Bellatrix Lestrange. Ugh, just thinking of her makes my blood boil, more than Voldemort ever did. I wish that those two would go to hell, where they belong. I wish they'd experience some of the stuff I had to go through. I want them to suffer. Suffer a horrible death. A very horrible and painful one.
As me and Lupin approach the three graves of my dreams, my fingers clench, my blood boils, and my eyes narrow.
I will make Voldemort and Bellatrix suffer. I was determined to avenge my parents and get rid of Voldemort since I was eleven. But now, I want Bellatrix to suffer even more than Voldemort. And as I see the names written on the plaque, and I see the dates, and the words, I become more determined than ever. For on the grave, it says:
James Raymond Potter,
April 1st, 1957-October 31st, 1981
A Loving Father, a Loving Husband
Prongs Rides Again
And then next to that grave, I see James's wife's grave:
Lily Evans Potter
June 17th, 1957-October 31st, 1981
A Loving Mother, a Loving Wife
Long Live Vixie
I look to the next grave, where Lupin kneels, tears down his face:
Sirius Orion Black
March 16th, 1957-June 16th, 1996
A Loving Friend, a Loving Godfather
Padfoot Lives On
Yes, I feel the anger build up. I'm determined to avenge my parents and Sirius's deaths. I will. I'll make Voldemort and Lestrange wish they never even heard my name. I'll kill them, painfully, and slowly. Or my name isn't Harry James Potter.
It's been two years since then. I'm eighteen. I fulfilled the prophecy, and I'm still alive. Voldemort is dead. So is Bellatrix. I didn't kill her though. No, Remus did. It was the second killing he did in the entire battle. The first was Peter Pettigrew, or "Wormtail." He wasn't a Marauder anymore, so he shouldn't be called Wormtail. The battle of Hogwarts was the last battle that ever took place in the Second War of Voldemort. There will be no third war of him, though. I made sure of that.
I now stand in the same spot I did two years ago, when I'd been sixteen. But there is one, last grave there:
Remus Jason Lupin
July 13th, 1957-June 24th, 1998
A Loving Friend, and the Loving Werewolf
Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs Play Again
In Memory of Padfoot, may he rest in peace
JeanieBeanie33
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, that privilege goes to JK Rowling. However, I do own Jared and Monica Evans, Jenny and Dennis Moon, and Michael and Rachael Potter.
Gravestone
As I walk down the rows of graves, the aisles of the dead, I wonder what it would be like if I had dropped out of the Tri-Wizard Tournament in my fourth year. Or I wonder if Voldemort hadn't been in power in the first place, I wonder what it would've been like to have parents, to have a family. Would I have any younger siblings? How many aunts and uncles would I have? Would I still have grandparents? Aunt Petunia told me that because of my "freak" mother, their parents and older brother Jared and his wife Monica were killed, as was my dad's parents, his older sister Jenny and her husband Dennis, and his older brother Michael and his wife Rachael.
All because of Voldemort. In the end, all of my problems come back to Voldemort. Just thinking about him makes my hands clench. If it hadn't been for that bastard, my parents, my grandparents, my aunts and uncles, my godfather, maybe my younger siblings, would all be alive, and my life wouldn't be a living hell.
I can tell that Lupin is sad. It's on his face. Is that anger too? Maybe he's feeling the same as me, angry and sad. No, there's something else there too...regret? Hmm...
I wish that Voldemort didn't ever exist. And her, that bitch Bellatrix Lestrange. Ugh, just thinking of her makes my blood boil, more than Voldemort ever did. I wish that those two would go to hell, where they belong. I wish they'd experience some of the stuff I had to go through. I want them to suffer. Suffer a horrible death. A very horrible and painful one.
As me and Lupin approach the three graves of my dreams, my fingers clench, my blood boils, and my eyes narrow.
I will make Voldemort and Bellatrix suffer. I was determined to avenge my parents and get rid of Voldemort since I was eleven. But now, I want Bellatrix to suffer even more than Voldemort. And as I see the names written on the plaque, and I see the dates, and the words, I become more determined than ever. For on the grave, it says:
James Raymond Potter,
April 1st, 1957-October 31st, 1981
A Loving Father, a Loving Husband
Prongs Rides Again
And then next to that grave, I see James's wife's grave:
Lily Evans Potter
June 17th, 1957-October 31st, 1981
A Loving Mother, a Loving Wife
Long Live Vixie
I look to the next grave, where Lupin kneels, tears down his face:
Sirius Orion Black
March 16th, 1957-June 16th, 1996
A Loving Friend, a Loving Godfather
Padfoot Lives On
Yes, I feel the anger build up. I'm determined to avenge my parents and Sirius's deaths. I will. I'll make Voldemort and Lestrange wish they never even heard my name. I'll kill them, painfully, and slowly. Or my name isn't Harry James Potter.
It's been two years since then. I'm eighteen. I fulfilled the prophecy, and I'm still alive. Voldemort is dead. So is Bellatrix. I didn't kill her though. No, Remus did. It was the second killing he did in the entire battle. The first was Peter Pettigrew, or "Wormtail." He wasn't a Marauder anymore, so he shouldn't be called Wormtail. The battle of Hogwarts was the last battle that ever took place in the Second War of Voldemort. There will be no third war of him, though. I made sure of that.
I now stand in the same spot I did two years ago, when I'd been sixteen. But there is one, last grave there:
Remus Jason Lupin
July 13th, 1957-June 24th, 1998
A Loving Friend, and the Loving Werewolf
Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs Play Again
In Memory of Padfoot, may he rest in peace
JeanieBeanie33