Short Stories

I Welcomed them all

People don't like me. I can't blame them. I don't take people away. I welcome them. Most come from old age, it was thier time, you know the usual bullshit.

Some come way to early. Never had the chance to live. Maybe just a breath or two. Or no breath at all. Those are the worst. With those I let the tears freely fall.

This group I hate. I don't like welcoming this group. Either their lives have just started. They are making their nitch. Things are happening. Then they stop and I see them.

There are nine that I hated to see. Too young. New life. Just started. Redeemed finally. Now gone. Now only a memory.

James:
He was quick and painless. Though dying is never painless. The fear in his eyes watching the curse come towards him was prominent. He knew. When he first approached me the fear still lingered. It was slowly dissipating as he realized where he was. Then he cried. I don't know what to do when that happens. So I just watch. He was first of the 9 that shouldn't have died.

Lily:
Watching the life leave her eyes was the the worst. I shouldn't hate. Nor love. But the moment Tom threw that curse. I hated him. When she made it to me she looked back. Most people do. Though when she turned back her eyes were alive again. Her son was safe. He was alive. She was the second of the 9 that shouldn't have died.

Years passed. I welcomed more.

Sirius:
He shouldn't have been there. I usually don't get suprised at a death. I see most of what is going on. I am not death it's self. I don't take lives I welcome them to the next part. He suprised me. He should have stayed home. I told him that when he got here. His eyes said it all. He knew, but he would have done it over again. He was the third of the 9 that shouldn't have died.

More years passed. I welcomed more.

Dumbledore:
He was already dying. He had a plan. He beat Death at his own game. When I welcomed him he asked a question. He needed to go to the in between at a certain moment. I knew. Told him he could go when the time came. He smiled and walked in. He was the fourth of the 9 that shouldn't have died.

War started. I welcomed so many.

Fred:
He made me laugh. I rarely do. It felt good. His eyes were mischievous. I felt bad for the keepers inside. He was going to be trouble. Sirius will like him. He died to young. He was fifth of the 9 that shouldn't have died.

Nymphadora:
Sorry Tonks. She cried. Her new born Edward was now without a mum. Worry filled her eyes. Her hair turned blue. It matched her mood. I knew she wouldn't be alone. He would come to soon. She was the sixth of 9 that shouldn't have died.

Remus:
He followed. Now Edward was fatherless. Tonks was no longer alone. I let them know that he would be okay. They gripped each others hands and walked in together. He was the seventh of 9 that shouldn't have died.

The Mauders were together again. Well the true Mauders.

Colin:
No. He should have left. He was too young. He was a true Gryffindor. I let him know. He smiled and nodded. I knew he would do it all over again. He stayed for his brother. His brother could now have a better life. He was the eighth of the 9 that shouldn't have died.

Severus:
He cried. Not of sadness. He was finally free. He played his part. He protected the ones he needed to. He could stop now. He whipped his cape and walked in. Cape floating behind him. Always Snape. He was the ninth that shouldn't have died.

I usually don't hate. I usually don't care. There are three that should have died sooner.

Peter:
He was a rat. To the truest nature. When I saw him. I saw fear. He needed to drown in it. Killed by his own hand. The truest of judgement. I smiled. He was the first of the 3 that should have died sooner.

Bellatrix:
I loath the bitch. She needed to died many times over. I smiled when Molly gave her that fate. I finally saw fear. She came scared. I laughed. She was the second of the 3 that should have died sooner.

Tom:
He died by the one he loathed. By the one who loved and who was loved. I cried with joy. He came. I smirked. Love conquered. He fell to his knees. I laughed. He was the third that should have died sooner.

I welcomed them all. Some with open arms. Some with a cold shoulder. I welcomed them all.

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Hope you liked. A bit dark.

A good story to read that I love is

Both of you by najehf

It is a short but so well written.

Love,
Always_Hufflepuff