Post by maraudersrule97 on Nov 3, 2011 20:11:54 GMT -8
Title: Remember Me?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 774
Warnings: None.
Summary: Mary Ann Lewis is perfect, but not perfect enough to be remembered.
She was beautiful, she was smart, she had proper grammar and never spoke with her mouth full. She was athletic, she was strong.
She was the Head of the Hogwart's Daily newspaper. She was the leading scorer on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. She loved the Weird Sisters.
She was nice to everyone, and no one hated her. She was the girl you would meet and forget the next day, not even remembering her face in your mind.
Her parents divorced when she was three, and her Father never came to visit anymore. Her brother was in jail, and her sister was killed in a car accident with her Muggle friends.
Her name was Mary Ann Lewis.
She walked through life without leaving her mark. She never broke any hearts, or said a mean word to anyone. When she died, no one missed her.
"I've been trying to find her family," Hermione told Harry and her husband, Ron, as they sat around her kitchen table. "I put an ad out in The Daily Prophet, but no one has called in, yet."
"Maybe they don't get the Daily Prophet?" Ron suggested. "Not everyone reads that thing, you know."
"What are the chances that everyone she knew doesn't read The Prophet?" Harry asked skeptically.
Ron shrugged helplessly.
"I've also asked Luna to put a copy in The Quibbler, but that hasn't received any response, either," Hermione said, running a hand through her bushy hair in an agitated manner.
"Don't worry yourself over it, 'Mione," Ron said.
"Yeah," Harry added, "I'm sure her family will Owl you eventually."
"But what if they don't?" Hermione pressed. "Then what? Will she just be forgotten, as if she never lived? Will there be no loved one to bury her? No mother weeping next to her grave? No husband visiting every year on her birthday?"
Harry and Ron exchanged a look.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked tentatively.
Hermione picked up a photo of Mary Ann Lewis, sticking it right in Harry's face, "Look at her, Harry. She's beautiful! She played Quidditch in Hogwarts, she was the Head of the Hogwart's Daily newspaper. She got a bunch of O.W.L.'s. She died in a fight, to save YOUR life. She's a wonderful person. How can she be forgotten? How can no one be mourning for her right now? How Harry?"
Harry stared at the picture, before turning his gaze back to Hermione, a whole new expression on his face. "I don't know, Hermione, but she won't die forgotten."
"How do you know?" Hermione asked, her voice hard at she stared at him, her gaze not wavering for a moment.
"Because we remember her, and we won't forget her," Harry said softly.
Hermione fell back into her chair, which she had jumped out of to shove the picture in Harry's face, and stared down at the picture of Mary.
"When I die, will people remember me?" Hermione asked them quietly, fearful tears gathering in her eyes.
"Hermione, everyone will remember you," Ron said soothingly, rubbing her back with one hand.
Hermione gave him a small smile. "I don't want to go through life unnoticed, you know? I don't want to be forgotten."
"No one could forget you if they tried, Hermione," Harry said seriously.
Ron nodded. "You're one of a kind, you are."
"Thank you," she said quietly, closing her eyes for a brief moment and taking a deep breath. When her eyes opened again, she looked refreshed. "I'm going to give the ad another week, before I arrange a funeral for Mary," she decided.
Ron nodded, "That's a good idea. Someone could still send an Owl in."
Hermione gathered up all the papers on Mary Ann Lewis and stuck them in a tan folder, staring at the picture of the smiling girl before placing it gently in the folder and closing it.
"I'm going to bed," Hermione said, standing and giving Ron a kiss, and Harry a hug, before walking out of the Kitchen, leaving the folder on the counter behind her. "G'night."
"Night, 'Mione," Harry and Ron said.
Edit: Awarded 12 Points by Fate, on Nov 5th 2011.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 774
Warnings: None.
Summary: Mary Ann Lewis is perfect, but not perfect enough to be remembered.
She was beautiful, she was smart, she had proper grammar and never spoke with her mouth full. She was athletic, she was strong.
She was the Head of the Hogwart's Daily newspaper. She was the leading scorer on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. She loved the Weird Sisters.
She was nice to everyone, and no one hated her. She was the girl you would meet and forget the next day, not even remembering her face in your mind.
Her parents divorced when she was three, and her Father never came to visit anymore. Her brother was in jail, and her sister was killed in a car accident with her Muggle friends.
Her name was Mary Ann Lewis.
She walked through life without leaving her mark. She never broke any hearts, or said a mean word to anyone. When she died, no one missed her.
"I've been trying to find her family," Hermione told Harry and her husband, Ron, as they sat around her kitchen table. "I put an ad out in The Daily Prophet, but no one has called in, yet."
"Maybe they don't get the Daily Prophet?" Ron suggested. "Not everyone reads that thing, you know."
"What are the chances that everyone she knew doesn't read The Prophet?" Harry asked skeptically.
Ron shrugged helplessly.
"I've also asked Luna to put a copy in The Quibbler, but that hasn't received any response, either," Hermione said, running a hand through her bushy hair in an agitated manner.
"Don't worry yourself over it, 'Mione," Ron said.
"Yeah," Harry added, "I'm sure her family will Owl you eventually."
"But what if they don't?" Hermione pressed. "Then what? Will she just be forgotten, as if she never lived? Will there be no loved one to bury her? No mother weeping next to her grave? No husband visiting every year on her birthday?"
Harry and Ron exchanged a look.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked tentatively.
Hermione picked up a photo of Mary Ann Lewis, sticking it right in Harry's face, "Look at her, Harry. She's beautiful! She played Quidditch in Hogwarts, she was the Head of the Hogwart's Daily newspaper. She got a bunch of O.W.L.'s. She died in a fight, to save YOUR life. She's a wonderful person. How can she be forgotten? How can no one be mourning for her right now? How Harry?"
Harry stared at the picture, before turning his gaze back to Hermione, a whole new expression on his face. "I don't know, Hermione, but she won't die forgotten."
"How do you know?" Hermione asked, her voice hard at she stared at him, her gaze not wavering for a moment.
"Because we remember her, and we won't forget her," Harry said softly.
Hermione fell back into her chair, which she had jumped out of to shove the picture in Harry's face, and stared down at the picture of Mary.
"When I die, will people remember me?" Hermione asked them quietly, fearful tears gathering in her eyes.
"Hermione, everyone will remember you," Ron said soothingly, rubbing her back with one hand.
Hermione gave him a small smile. "I don't want to go through life unnoticed, you know? I don't want to be forgotten."
"No one could forget you if they tried, Hermione," Harry said seriously.
Ron nodded. "You're one of a kind, you are."
"Thank you," she said quietly, closing her eyes for a brief moment and taking a deep breath. When her eyes opened again, she looked refreshed. "I'm going to give the ad another week, before I arrange a funeral for Mary," she decided.
Ron nodded, "That's a good idea. Someone could still send an Owl in."
Hermione gathered up all the papers on Mary Ann Lewis and stuck them in a tan folder, staring at the picture of the smiling girl before placing it gently in the folder and closing it.
"I'm going to bed," Hermione said, standing and giving Ron a kiss, and Harry a hug, before walking out of the Kitchen, leaving the folder on the counter behind her. "G'night."
"Night, 'Mione," Harry and Ron said.
Edit: Awarded 12 Points by Fate, on Nov 5th 2011.