DEARLY BELOVED.
Warning: female-Allen (Eileen now), a bit of SLASH for side pairings, lots of angst. Harry/Eileen…maybe.
Summary: After her husband died, Eileen was offered a place in Hogwarts to teach. How will her presence affected the magical world and Harry in particular?
Please enjoy!
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"…Eileen?" he croaked to his wife, who tightened the grip on his limp hand in return. He opened his cobalt eyes and saw her sitting beside him, one hand was holding his hand, and one was caressing his hair with the gentleness that he was so familiar with. He saw his wife smiled softly, even though her eyes were bloodshot. He knew Eileen was fighting the tears that threatened her to fall despite her best efforts.
"Ssh, shh, it's okay. Don't speak anymore, okay?" The white haired woman whispered to him. Her hand trembled badly, and he was desperate to soothe his wife's pain. But he knew he couldn't. The last lotus petal in his hourglass fell down an hour ago; he knew he was dying and nothing could help him. He knew Eileen was blaming herself again for not being able to stop it, but they had tried everything they could think of, and nothing was working.
"I love you." He whispered to the woman, his voice soft. He could feel Eileen's hand jumped on his grip, and he couldn't stop the slight curl of his lips at that. His eyelids were heavy. He could hear his wife's soft tinkling laugh on his ears, and he felt his lips stretched into a small smile at the comforting sound. He opened one eye then, and saw his Eileen crying tears, but the laugh was still on her lips.
Eileen smiled at him and kissed his lips. It was a chaste kiss, but he could feel the emotions that Eileen gave into the kiss. Love, affection, sadness, pain… acceptance. He could practically feel her heart aching… and it hurt him to know that he had caused the woman he loved so much pain.
"I know," Eileen whispered back to him, and silence reign between them as no words could describe how they both felt. "I love you too, Yuu." Eileen then said with a wavering voice.
He closed his eyes again, the smile still on his lips. "I know."
"I'll see you off to the very end." He heard Eileen said to him. He felt a dull ache on his chest as he heard the words slipped from her lips; a line he had once said to Alma when he was about to die too, a long time ago. He felt his body weakening even more. Eileen kissed his forehead lovingly, and sang in a lulling voice;
"I love you,"
"I love you,"
"I love you,"
Eileen…
"Forever…"She sang softly… and then he knew no more.
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Prologue,
A Woman With the Snow White Hair.
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Upon a hill under a shady tree sat a monument of stone in the form of a pillar. It was made of black marble, with an intricate design of the Black Order's cross on the top of the memorial, was words inscribed in golden colour;
Sleep now,
And take your rest.
†
Kanda Yuu
June 6, 1867—November20 , 1994
A young girl, looking like she was of the age of sixteen was sitting in front of it. Her long hair, straight but wavy on the end was the color of winter's snows. The grave, surrounded by a small garden of pure white lilies, was glowing with a beautiful orange tint from the light the setting sun was basking them in. Such a sad sight, but oddly enough, by some means it soothe the hearts of the few people who just happened to pass the area.
The girl was wearing a mourning dress that looks like it was from the early nineteenth century. Old fashioned, but somehow it looks like it was made especially for her. St Mary's Church in Harrow on the Hill's cemetery was very cold that early evening, but the girl looked content sitting in the cold ground there, just gazing the grave in front of her with an unreadable expression betraying what she was feeling at her heart.
An old man wearing a weird blue robes appeared suddenly with a soft pop, landing a few feet behind her. The girl did not look around, but she was aware that someone was there with her. The old man's face looked so old then; so sad. He too was feeling what the girl was feeling right now. Sorrow. Despair. Hopelessness. So much sadness that his heart feel like going to burst. He placed a wrinkled hand on her left shoulder so softly, but she didn't respond to his touch. They continued to mourn in silence with the old man standing behind her back, silently giving her his support. Finally, after a long bout of silence, the girl spoke up, her voice soft and trembling:
"It's hard to believe… that he's not going back, you know?"
She let out a shaky breath, and her eyes watered a little. The old man stayed silent, waiting for her to finish pouring her heart out to him.
"We've been together for so long… so long, that I truly believe that… that we're going to be together forever," she brought up her right hand to wipe the moist in her eyes. A painful smile was on her lips as she continued, "And then suddenly he was gone, just like that… I… I loved him so much, yet… yet I can do nothing to save him."
The hand on her shoulder tightened.
"But do you know the worst part of it, Albus?" The girl continues as she looked up and turned her face so that it was facing him. "The worst part is… that I know I could not go after him. Not now…not ever."
She put her arms around him, and wept.
Albus, the old man, crouched down and gathered her in his arms and let her cry her heart out on his chest. It was the only thing he could do to comfort the mournful woman in his arms. He too had lost many friends, lovers, and family over the years he had been alive, but he could not claim the he understood what she was going through right now. Nobody could understand her.
Nobody.
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End Prologue.
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So what do you think? Good or bad? This is only a prologue, so it's a bit short. I'll try to make the actual chapter longer than this, but I can't promise anything. This is my first time writing something like this ever, so please be gentle with me! I have no beta so my grammatical errors may happen quite often in the future too. Forgive me, but I'm trying my best. English is not my primary language.
You can give me your opinions, suggestions, and maybe correction for the mistakes I made in this chapter. Constructive criticism is welcome! Thank you for reading, and see you in the next chapter!
—Adriane.