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The Victims
By Hazelle
The Victims, as I called them, used to come and
go all the time. I would just sit there, watching the events on Earth unfold
before me, and there would be another one beside me. Some of them watched me
expectantly, looking confused. Some looked like they couldnt believe what was
happening. Yes, youve died! I felt
like shouting at them as they peered at me, waiting for me to say something.
This is why Im not a Greeter; I have no patience for people who just stare
around in disbelief, uncomprehending of whats obviously just happened to them. I felt terrible, of course, but
its easier to be annoyed than horrified.
You would have thought that Id have been more
understanding and compassionate towards the ones who were utterly bewildered by
their deaths, but I wasnt. It was always the ones who showed up, looked
swiftly to the windows to find out the fate of their fellows that made me ache
inside. I knew that they were the fighting Victims. They were the ones who put
themselves in the line of fire, trying to do whatever it was that had to be
done to buy time, or get out alive. Daring and brave; afraid, but gallantly so.
It killed me again and again when they materialized, and immediately knew where
they were, but didnt care at all, as long as they had helped someone else. To
them, I wanted to say, Yes, youve died.
Im to blame for that.
I was never really a big socializer, though. I
never talked to any of the strangers who showed up here in the
Life-After-Death, even if it was my son that killed them. Perhaps I should have
tried to offer my apologies for their losses, but I knew that it would be
meaningless. As if I could even help what Tom did! Still, Id see the fighters
and Id feel like I was owed a good kick in the rear for bringing such a person
as Tom Riddle into the world.
When Tom was born, I knew my life had come
to an end. Life had made enough of a mockery of me, and to be quite honest, I
didnt care at all what happened in it after Id gone. My family had disowned
me after Id married Thomas, simply because he was a Muggle. My husband
disowned me after learning about my Wizard family. So I just moved on with all
that, and disowned my body as well. No one else wanted it, except maybe my
little son Tom Marvolo. If I had fought against the end of my life, I know it
would have kept on going, and I would have raised Tom myself. If I hadnt been
so selfish, none of these people would have died.
The worst thing about all of the Victims
is remembering every single one of them. It didnt matter if they were the
gawking ones or the fighting ones. I still remember all of them. Lots of times,
they came in groups. That was almost as hard as Fighters, because most the time
the outstanding resemblances between them could only mean they were related.
Whole families, dying on account of my child. Some of them were mere children,
too! Tom used to be that small.
When he was a little boy, I used to watch
him. After I died, he stayed in an orphanage in London. It was an
awful place for him. Tom was intelligent, reckless sometimes, but overall he
was very mature for a child. He had as sharp a tongue as any person I ever knew
in my short life, which got him into trouble, but he was still a quiet,
brooding sort of a boy. I watched his progress through the years, and I was so
excited when he got his Hogwarts letter that I couldve jumped to the moon and
back. Tom belonged in the Wizarding
world. In my world.
Now that I look back, I realize that I was
completely blinded by my affection and my pride. Any normal person should have
realized that there was something very dangerous in Tom. He was my child, powerful
and brilliant, and if he was a bit cynical, it was to be expected. That was
what I was like at school. Tom, it
transpired, was beyond cynical, though he is still regarded as the most gifted
student to pass through the halls of Hogwarts.
In his third year, Tom discovered his Slytherin
ancestry, a fact that I was unaware of until my death and he learned enough to
discover Salazar Slytherins hidden Chamber of Secrets by his sixth year.
Thinking that he was doing the will of the powerful and wise, Tom took it upon
himself to rid the school of Muggle-borns, just as his predecessor had sworn he
would. He killed someone that year. When he was only sixteen years old.
Imagine! Children killing other children, my child killing anothers child. The
thought of it made me sick, and even worse was the fact that it was my fault
for not being there for him. I feel guilty admitting this, but I was glad that
Toms first Victim chose ghosthood as her eternity. There is no way I could
have faced that first Victim in my fresh shock.
It was too hard for me to look at Tom after
that. I know he became Head Boy, and I know that he left Britain as soon as he
graduated. When finally I plucked up the courage to look back at Tom, he had
plunged himself into the world of Dark magic. He studied with the worst wizards
to walk the face of the earth, learning illegal curses, drinking lethal poisons
and potions, trying to transfigure his person. During his studies, Tom learned many forms of murder, and had the
blood of several hundred Muggles, including his fathers family, on his hands
before hed mastered them. I nearly choked when I first saw him; he barely
looked human anymore. The light-starved skin was now frosted white, and the
thick, black hair hed inherited from me had thinned, and was now all but gone.
His eyes, deep sea green, like his fathers had been, were now black. Those
were not the eyes of a natural human- those haunting eyes of solid black tinged
with red. He was only about thirty, but he looked skeletal and disfigured and
Toms life was riveting. I wished I could look
away from that horrible figure! But I
couldnt; my eyes were caught, transfixed on the man whom I had once called my
son. He started out recruiting supporters in various European countries, giving
lectures and insisting that the pure-blooded community follow him as he took
control of the government. Most people thought this meant he was running for
Minister of Magic as a Purist, but I could see the whole story from my little
window on the world. By the time the public realized what Tom was really after,
he had already begun to pick off his political enemies.
Toms first victim, Ludevune Ernig, former
political activist and Daily Prophet
columnist appeared out of thin air, right next to me, still in his night
clothes. His jaw was dropped, and it dropped even wider as he blinked around.
Definitely a Gawker, but I felt a huge surge of anger and shame to see him
there when I had just watched my son kill him. Id known Tom would go after
this fellow first; he was very outspoken against the rise of Purism, and took
the battle against my sons ideas to a personal level after Tom revealed his
master plan the purge of all Muggles and Muggle-borns.
I-I-I- hed stuttered finally, managing at
last to close his mouth. Why, that murderous crook!
Then he noticed me. I was just sitting there in
my chair, looking down on the world, where Tom was basking in his glorious
victory, servants at his side. With his main opponent out of the picture, it
would be considerably easier to climb the ranks to full power.
Who are you?
he demanded, his eyes wide and confused, but not without a glimmer of
realization. What are you? Wheres
I had been debating whether or not to say
something when the Greeter arrived. Her name was Irene, and she dealt with most
the people from the British Isles back then.
Hello, she had said kindly to him, as only a
Greeter could. Im Irene. Whats your name?
She knew his name already, but Greeters always
let their new charges introduce themselves. Its supposed to help them adjust
to and accept whats happened to them, though Im not quite sure how. Just by
distracting them, I imagine.
H-hello, he responded, looking away from me to
the woman in front of him. I, er, Im Ludevune, Ludevune Ernig, he stammered,
offering his hand automatically, as Id seen him do many times before at
lectures and debates.
Im very pleased to meet you, Mr. Ernig, Irene
replied, firmly shaking his hand with a motherly smile, as if to say this isnt a dream Ludevune, Im not a
Ludevune didnt appear to see anything as he
nodded, bewildered. Still, he seemed to understand most of what had happened.
That monster! he growled suddenly, looking
around him on the ground like he was searching for something he dropped.
Someone knocked, and it was him! He cursed me! That was an Unforgivable, that
Irene nodded, a sad smile on her face. I guess
you wont be forgiving him anytime soon, will you? she said consolingly,
patting Ludevune on his shoulder.
Humor seemed the right approach with Mr. Ernig.
In spite of his grisly passing moments before, Ludevune smiled weakly and shook
his head. No. I guess I wont.
Good heavens! I have so much to show you! We
might not get to all of it unless we leave right now. . . Irene gave the
reluctant man a tiny push forward, and pointed to a door. We want that one,
just there.
Ludevune, the first Victim to make his way to
the Life-After-Death, wandered forward, looking slightly dazed. His green
striped pajamas were ruffled looking, and his slippers scuffed along the
ground. I could see his body lying on the floor just inside his front door
still. It had been hours before anyone found him, his eyes wide and blank,
frozen jaw still dropped.
You cant just sit here all day, you know,
Irene had told me gently, resting a hand on my shoulder. I pulled my gaze away
from Ernigs lifeless body.
Yes I can, I replied indignantly. Since I died
when I was only eighteen, I never really had a chance to grow out of my bad
Irene had sighed, and raised an eyebrow at me.
I dont know why you would want to
sit here all day, watching it all happen. There are going to be more of them,
you know. If you just sit here all the time, youre going to see every single one.
So what? Its my fault, I scowled. My son is
a murderer. Ill sit here and watch him if I want to.
Irene, who was rarely startled by anything had
looked very taken aback at my claiming responsibility for Tom. She couldnt
tell if I was being serious or not, I think. I have a reputation for being
overly sarcastic, so I didnt blame her. Irene opened her mouth to say
something, but I snickered and turned back to my little window. She took the
hint, and left me alone.
After Ludevune Ernig came a positive
flood of Victims. Most of them were middle-aged political figures, wealthy and
poor, pure-blooded and not. It didnt really matter; if they stood in his way,
Tom or one of his operatives blasted them to smithereens. I was disgusted. If I
hadnt been dead, I wouldve been sick to my stomach. Thinking about it still
makes me nauseous.
Every one of those poor, baffled, bewildered and
otherwise confounded Victims showed up in various states of shock. Theyd look
wildly around them, not daring to believe that what had just happened to them
was reality. Some of them would rush up to me and demand to know what was going
on, or try to warn me that there was something dangerous going on. They had
noble enough intentions, and they certainly had justified questions, but I
started to get overwhelmed with all of them. They were all alike. All were
painfully connected to the anti-Purists, or, as I fondly called them, the
anti-You-Know-Who brigade.
People had been afraid to speak Toms sobriquet,
Voldemort, long before the fighters began to file in by the handfuls. There had
been an odd one here and there among the politicians and the writers and the
unsuspecting Muggle-borns, but I didnt really see the difference in the
Victims until the fighters were outnumbering the gawkers. I could almost always
tell which person would be a fighter and which would be a gawker, just by
watching them. It was really strange, how I spent my time then. I can see
anything, anywhere on Earth, and as soon as Tom had picked his next Victim,
hed stalk them like animals. They knew it too, and I would be sitting there,
on the very edge of my chair, praying with every fiber of my heart that theyd
escape. It was like rooting for Quidditch, in a sick sort of way. Tom always
caught his Snitch in the end, though.
I remember the first time I made the distinction
between fighting Victim and gawking Victim. It was a woman, fairly young. A
Muggle-born, coincidentally, but that wasnt why Tom killed her. This woman was
working against him, and not publicly so, but she worked with a secret sort of
group that was trying to undermine Toms supporters. To Tom, it was just a plus
that the girl was Muggle-born. I watched
her as she raced through her house, trying to undo a spell that had been cast
all around her house that wouldnt permit her leaving it. She was with her
husband, and the two of them were trapped in their bedroom when she finally
broke through the Death Eaters wards.
When Tom found them, the couple was still trying
to make the hole large enough to fit a person through it. Without even thinking
about it, she had shoved her husband through the gap and turned to face her
enemy full on. Just as soon as she had raised her wand, Tom had wiped her life
away, and her body fell to the ground, sickly still.
I looked over to the other end of my room, and
there she was, hand still raised, but with no wand there. She frowned at her
change of scenery, looked at her clenched, wandless hand, spared me a fleeting
glance, and rushed to a window.
Go, run, you idiot, dont just stand there!
she shrieked, and I could hear the tears in her voice. I knew she was watching
exactly the same thing as I was.
Almost at the same time, we had both gasped in relief,
watching as the young man below us continued on his way out of the house, and
Apparated away just as a Death Eater pounced on him.
Irene, who was still Greeting people back then,
hurried out of the door behind me, and glided up to the young woman who had
just sacrificed herself for her husbands escape.
Hello, she said tentatively. Im Irene. Can I
get your name, please, miss?
name? the young woman said vaguely, turning away from her window. Ohyes of
course. Dorcas Meadowes.
This is where I first came to call them
fighters. Dorcas Meadowes had hardly paid any notice to her own death, being
only concerned that her efforts had paid off.
Upon assuring herself that her loved one made it to safety, it was
business as usual. No crying, no questions, no doubting.
Dorcas, Im the Greeter round here, Irene said, choosing forwardness as the
best tactic with Dorcas Meadowes. Weve got a lot to get to for the moment.
You can come back just as soon as we are done.
Dorcas nodded, tucking a loose strand of short
brown hair behind her ear. Lets hurry, then.
A true fighter. I couldve died all over.
She was so brave! Why do people like that die? It still doesnt make sense to
me why the truly great people end up here before they should. As Irene took
Dorcas to the far door, I had to smother my face with my hands to keep from
crying. I never cried, not even when I was alive, and I had every reason to,
but just to know that that woman had died because I decided not to live. . .
the pain cut through me like a flaming knife.
In the years that followed that, I became aware
of every single Victim to pass through this hall. The gawkers began to annoy
me, something which I do feel ashamed about- they had just been murdered, Id remind myself. Then the
fighters started to come in twos, threes, fours, whole families, and I didnt care if some of them started to gawk, for it
was my fault there were here.
The first family was such a shock, I thought I
was seeing quadruple. Of course, Id just watched all of them die at the hands
of my son and his servants, so I knew that it wasnt my eyes. There was a woman
first, followed by two children, and then a man. They were still positioned
just as they had been a mere second ago, with the woman shielding her smaller
daughter, the older daughter faced forward with her eyes clenched tight, and
the man trying to block all of them from the front. None of them had seen when
Tom apparated behind them, and killed them all with one spell.
I watched in horror as they all relaxed and
jumped around to stare at each other. The older girl fainted on the spot, and
the woman began to cry, hugging her little one close to her. The man bent down
and pulled his unconscious daughter upright, looking around him with a
tragically defeated look on his face. He knew exactly where he was. He also
knew that he hadnt been able to save anyone in the process, and it looked
supremely painful for him to be sitting there in the Life-After-Death,
surrounded by his family.
Irene came tearing out of the usual door,
appearing flustered and upset. She had been just as put out by the familys
murder as I had, though she certainly
couldnt have claimed any fault in it.
Good heavens! she exclaimed, hurrying to help
the man wake his daughter. That happens, sometimes, it wont be a problem,
she assured him, gesturing to the girl, who opened her eyes then.
It shouldnt have had to happen at all, the
man muttered hollowly, his head dropping. Theyre only children!
Dont blame yourself, Irene had told him,
patting him gently on the shoulder. Now, this is a rare and saddening
occurrence. Please, can I have all your names? Im Irene, by the way, Im your
official Greeter.
It seemed talking was Irenes way of dealing
with this. She just kept rambling, and if it was a comfort to her or to her
charges, I couldnt exactly tell. Both parties seemed exhausted and depressed.
Bones. Edgar Bones. This is my wife, Carmen,
and my daughters, Emily and Rosalina.
Irene nodded, knowing all of this already, but
looking as though she wasnt even aware that Edgar Bones was speaking English.
Come with me. Well need to talk to someone about this.
They all left. That was the last time Irene
Greeted anyone, Im pretty sure. I dont blame her at all for resigning.
Greeters are supposed to be the ones to talk others through their tragedies,
and the whole system is ruined as soon as the Greeter lets him or herself be
affected. There were two other Greeters after Irene. No one liked dealing with
European countries anymore, because the death toll was always rising, and
people were dying in increasingly hideous ways.
Pretty soon, every day a new victim of Tom would
come through. Pretty much all of them were fighters, and didnt notice the
sullen eighteen year old girl in hospital robes who was watching them. Some
days, I didnt even watch the Earth, I simply sat and waited for more Victims
to show up. It became a habit, I guess, to sit there and inspect the people who
were dead on my account, at the hands of my unloved little Tom.
People Id known in life sometimes came to
visit me after they died. I saw my best friends from school. I saw my
grandmother, the lone member of my family who would consent to visit me since
Id not only betrayed the family line, but also brought fear and death upon the
whole Wizarding world. They all asked me why I didnt go try and do something
cheerful and fun. Apparently, being dead means you also get to have a blast,
but I didnt want to. I couldnt explain to them why I preferred to watch the
disasters go on below. They all thought I was being ridiculous, trying to blame
myself for Toms actions. None of them realized that Id made the choice to
abandon him to a cold, cruel world where hed never know love, compassion, and
normality. None of them knew that Id made that decision, knowing that he would probably end up being problematic and awful,
and accepting that as long as I could escape my own horrible world.
It was fresh after one of my grandmothers
visits, actually, that the strangest thing happened to me. She had been trying
to convince me to go with her to see my old school Headmaster, but I declined,
telling her that I was busy watching Tom. In truth, I hadnt watched Tom in a
while, and had just been waiting for more of his Victims to appear so I could
wallow in my misery some more. I peered out my window uninterestedly, so I
could assure myself that I hadnt lied to Gran, and I saw, to my dismay, that
Tom was after someone at that very moment.
The young couple was hurrying around in a panic
as Tom made his way through their house. I realized at once that this wasnt
their first encounter with my son. Id watched him hunt them at least twice, I
was sure. As far as I could tell, there werent any Apparition wards on their
house, and I slid forward in my chair automatically, chanting in my head Get away, get away, get away! The
husband was shouting words I couldnt hear to his wife, and I watched her as
she hesitated, then sprinted up the stairs, and into a nursery.... No wonder
they wouldnt Apparate, they had a baby upstairs.
My eyes were attracted back downstairs, where
flashes of light were smashing up the small kitchen. That man would be a
fighting Victim, I could tell already. Not many people actually took Tom on,
and when they did, it usually didnt last for more then two exchanges: one of
theirs, and one of Toms. This fellow was doing quite a good job dodging the
curses, but Tom was quite literally impossible to hit. In the blink of an eye,
the man was dead. Just as I predicted, he materialized at the other end of my
room, and rushed to a window.
RUN! he bellowed, like they all did. New
Victims usually take a while to figure out that they cant hear or be heard on
Earth from the Life-After-Death. Run,
Lily, no what are you-?! He stopped shouting, and buried his face in his
hands, knocking sliver framed glasses askew. I snapped my attention away from
him, and my heart fell when I figured out what was happening. The woman had
found her child, and Tom had found them both. He had her wand, now, and was
trying to shove her aside. That was baffling to me; Id never seen Tom turn
down such an easy kill. What was this woman doing? Tom was offering her a way
to escape; she could have easily Apparated if she let him toss her to the
ground, as he was attempting to do. Finally, as though in slow motion, Tom
turned his wand on her, and the woman was dead before she hit the ground.
I turned mournfully away from my window. There
she was at the end of the hall, looking shocked, but not confused. She rushed
to the side of her husband at the window. They stared out, and I knew they were
looking down at their son, just as I looked down at mine. The only difference
was that they were waiting for their son to join them.
The woman had been shaking, and her husband put
an arm around her shoulder. I looked away from them, remembering with a jolt
what it had felt like to have someone comfort me like that. They didnt notice
me there, thankfully, and I stared out the window and back into their house,
knowing from Toms wand position that the little baby would be joining his
parents in this room soon. How very mistaken I was.
The flash of green light burst from Toms wand.
The flash of green light glanced off the baby. The flash of green light hit Tom
square in the chest, and the house exploded. I leapt up so quickly that my
chair flew backwards several feet with a clatter. The woman screamed, and the
man began to gibber.
Lily! Hes gone, hes left! he cried
excitedly. Did you see that?
The house
is gone! the woman shrieked to her husband, not sounding at all excited.
Harry will have died, look at it,
Even though I was astonished beyond all
astonishment, I wondered vaguely where their Greeter was. Then I wondered where
their son was. The curse should have killed him, but obviously it hadnt, which
was completely a mystery to me. It had definitely looked like Toms favorite
Unforgivable, Avada Kedavra, which had never failed before then. If the curse
hadnt killed him, the houses explosion should have. Yet he obviously hadnt
arrived here. To this day, I have not had my head spin as badly as it did at
that moment.
I put a hand to my forehead, and stared down at
the clearing dust on Earth where the house had been. There, still in the
destroyed nursery, somehow unscathed by the collapse of the house, was a tiny,
squirming child, and by the looks of it, he had been screaming at the top of
his lungs for several minutes. My jaw fell open. I had been sure that he died,
or was about to die at any moment. I stared over at the couple down the hall
(whose Greeter was still nowhere to be seen.) The woman was crying into her
husbands shoulder, and he stroked her red hair as he fought his own tears.
Neither of them seemed to have noticed the miracle that their son had survived.
Before I could stop myself, I had moved
tentatively toward them, feeling like an intruder in their small, saddened
world. Um. . . Excuse me. The man looked up, his brow furrowed in concern,
and the woman peeked over her shoulder, eyes puffed and red. I plunged on,
feeling all the more interfering as they looked at me. Well, you didnt seem
to notice, so I thought Id just say that
er, your babys still alive.
I said this all very fast, and they just
stared at me like I was mad. I wondered if I was mad. An awkward silence followed my words, and then the woman
seemed to come out of her trance. She blinked at me, and ran to a window.
Harry! she shouted, leaping up and down like a
little kid. Oh James, hes- hes alive!
The man joined her at the window, a
disbelieving smile flashing across his face. The couple stood by the window,
crying from sheer joy and I stood just behind them, wondering their Greeter
I felt like the biggest nuisance in the world,
just standing there. I cast around for my chair, which had made its way halfway
across the room. I started towards it when the woman called out to me.
Wait! Excuse me, dont go just yet!
I stopped, flinching at the prospect of
conversation. Yes? I said slowly and quietly, as though speaking to a
She ran over to me, her red hair swishing behind
her, her eyes still puffy from crying, but the joy in them unmistakable. Thank
you for telling us, she said, putting a hand to her chest.
Oh, I said blankly. It was a little startling.
Victims had never paid me any mind before. You wouldve figured it out
eventually. . . I trailed off.
She considered me a moment. Even so. It was a
kind gesture. Do you mind if I ask, whats your name?
I blanched. If I told her my name, she would
know my relationship to Tom. The last thing I had ever wanted was for any of
Toms Victims to know who I was. She seemed to sense my reluctance, though, and
looked extremely apologetic.
Im sorry, forget I asked, she said, shaking
her head. Im Lily Potter. This is my husband, James.
James, who had moved to stand close behind his
wife, thrust a hand around her for me to shake. I only hesitated for a second,
and shook his hand cautiously. He grinned at me. I didnt see how anyone could
be grinning when theyd just been murdered.
So, what do you call this place? he asked,
looking around at the doors on the left and the windows on the right, and
sounding as though he were simply on a museum tour.
I raised my eyebrow at him. For a fighter, that
was a very strange question. I supposed, though, that they all asked that
question eventually, even if I wasnt there to hear it. The whole thing is
just called the Life-After-Death, I said uncertainly. But this room is just.
. . Well, I dont know, its kind of my room, I guess, no one else visits it
Why not? Lily asked me, looking incredulously
at the windows. You can see everything from right here! Who wouldnt want to
see the Earth?
I have to say, I was very taken aback by these
questions. They werent dumb questions, like the gawking Victims asked me
sometimes. It was as if they thought that I was omniscient about death, or
something. Not that anyone had told them otherwise.
Well, you can see Tom from this room. No one
else wants to see him, I said shyly,
and it took me a moment before I realized what I had said.
Tom. . . Tom Riddle? James Potter spluttered, and his suspicion had been
unmistakable. He rested a hand on Lilys shoulder, his gaze hard.
Yes, I said defiantly. Both of them looked
distrustful at that, and I couldve kicked myself when I realized that they
probably thought I was a Voldemort supporter. Im not- I mean, Im not a-a
Death thingy, I stuttered, horrified at the very idea.
Who are
you, then? Lily asked, tilting her head slightly, and there was something
about her tone that made me feel like she already guessed.
Im his mother, I mumbled, staring at my feet
and wishing that I hadnt come here in the first place.
That thing had a mother? James asked
incredulously. I didnt wonder at his skepticism.
My short temper had flared at this, however.
Let me rephrase myself, I replied icily, arms drawn protectively across my
chest. I should have been his
The Potters stared at me. I stared at them,
wondering if either of them was sensitive enough to understand my meaning. Yes,
I should have been his mother. I should have loved him, and cared enough to
stick around for him. Had I done that, I wouldnt be having this conversation.
Lily Potter looked sadly at me. Is that how you
died? Giving birth?
I nodded once.
Im so sorry, thats terrible.
Without considering what I was saying, or who I
was speaking to, I responded, I didnt think so.
James made a face, and Lily blinked. What? she
For reasons unknown to me, I felt like opening
up to this woman. Maybe it was because I hadnt talked to anyone new in
decades, and I was lonely. Maybe it was because she was a fighting Victim, and
I felt guilty. Maybe it was because she was a mother who had died young, and I
thought I could relate. For whatever reason, I told her my story. I told her
about my decision to let myself die. I told her about causing the deaths of
countless people, all by abandoning my child to a cruel world that wasnt his.
I finished my story, feeling like I had just had
fifty pounds lifted off my person. Lily looked like someone had petrified her,
and James looked like a mixture of sympathy and disgust.
So Ive watched him ever since then. And Ive
met all his victims, and now Ive met you and told you my whole pathetic story,
and you probably hate me now. I looked out my little window that had
previously showed the destroyed house with the little boy in it, but which now
was showing nothing. It was all black. My window, I ended lamely.
James looked at the window again. Whered Harry
It wasnt Harrys life we were looking at
before, Lily said faintly as she stared at me. I noticed her eyes were teary
I have to go, I told her, backing slowly away.
I cant believe myself. I dont blame you for not accepting any of my
With that, I turned to the nearest door. I
didnt care where it led to; I just wanted to get away from the Potters. Why
hadnt their Greeter showed up?! Id go give someone at management a piece of
my mind, thats where Id go.
Lily, lets go look for Harry. Hes just down
there somewhere, all by himself in a burning house, James said uncertainly,
looking at me like he thought I would bite him or something. How he thought
hed find his way around with out a proper guide is beyond me.
Alright, Lily answered, but she didnt move.
Ill catch you up in a moment.
James opened his mouth to protest, and grimaced
at the thought of accidentally gushing some more, but Lily waved her husband
away and moved closer to me. He seemed to sense that she wanted to talk to me
alone, and nodded reluctantly, making his way to a door.
What? I asked, trying to get control of myself
again. Im not a Greeter, I really cant answer your questions.
Greeter? What? Oh, never mind, I just wanted to
say, Lily ran a hand through her hair. it isnt your fault, what Volde- what Tom, did.
I didnt believe her. Of
course its my fault. I left him alone. That would mess up any kid.
Lily looked pained at my
words. Everything I said seemed to upset her. I made a mental note to never
speak to any Victim again, ever.
I left Harry alone, she said slowly. Ive
left my baby to a world that isnt kind, and isnt even his.
I am sure that I couldve rivaled any Gawker
then. All I could do was stare stupidly at her. Id seen her death, of course,
and I couldnt imagine what she was talking about. She didnt run away from
Tom, she tried to fight him, tooth and nail, without a wand. It was completely
different to be killed in a struggle and leave your child parentless than to
let yourself die.
Harry might be messed up some day, Lily
mumbled, looking at the ground. There wasnt anything I could do to keep him
from getting hurt, but I cant blame myself for anything that happens to him
after this. I did my best. You did what you had to do, as well.
But thats not the same- I began.
Perhaps, but I still see the same thing: Two
mothers, dying to give their children life. The deed has been done, and its up
to them to make the choices, now. She sighed sadly. Dont blame yourself for
his wrong choice.
You dont understand, I said exasperatedly, my
temper rising. I gave up my life so that he would live, but I was saving
myself. And I killed thousands with that one selfish, thoughtless decision.
Lily didnt raise her voice at all, but she
spoke to me so vehemently that my temper was kept in check. I gave up my life
so Harry would live, and I already know that by doing so, Ive made him a
Im sure that most orphans dont turn out to be
mass murderers, I said softly, averting my eyes. How would you know?
A prophecy told me so. It isnt really
important. But Harry will either kill or be killed. So by putting myself in the
position to be killed, I saved him, but only for a while. In the end, the
choice will be his to die or murder. I only allowed the choice to be possible.
Lily glanced at Toms cloudy window, a lone tear trailing down her cheek. Tom
will stop, someday. No one blames you, except you.
Any words that I could possibly have said after
the intensity of hers were lost in my throat. I just stared at her, and hastily
tried to wipe away the twin waterfalls drenching face. Lily hugged me, an odd
gesture to come from a stranger, and I stood awkwardly in her embrace like a
limp fish.
Lily turned, and headed straight for the door
her husband had passed through just moments ago. I stared at my feet, wanting
nothing more than to join them on the floor, but years of steeling myself
against emotion forced me to remain upright. I heard the door open, and Lily
said softly into my room, Youre a real fighter, you know?


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One of the first couple of people I had the pleasure of meeting when I first came to Joy Street was Matthew Jacobs. It was Emily Worden (whose studio I was taking over) who pretty much introduced him to me as, "This is, he'll-find-a-way-to-get-it-done, Matt." Most everyone knows Matt if they are an artist in the building; and there are few that have not at least once been given a helpful hand from him. He is perhaps the most easy-going and welcoming artist you have seen at every Open Studios since the inception of Joy Street Artists. That would officially make it 10 consecutive years and he is about to hit his 11th at this year's November Open Studios.
What does your art/business do?
I run two businesses here at Joy Street Studios. Liquid Solid Studios (Studios #1, #6, & #10) is where I sublet space to 15 glass lampworkers and metal-smiths. We manipulate rods and tubes of clear and colored glass using an oxygen-propane mix torch. The metal working came about by accident when glass beadmakers would turn their glass objects into jewelry and now a few non-glass artists have come to work in our spaces.
Sugarmattys is where I am a functional glass art manufacturer. I love making things that serve a purpose (beyond just being looked at). As a lampworker, my products focus on pipes for smoking, but I love making marbles and lots of other things. (I love how a child's eye lights up when they play with a glass marble.)
When did you start your business and what motivated you to begin? What did you used to do before this?
I've been in the pipe industry for over 20 years. I spent a few years as a collector of glass pipes being fascinated by what artists were creating. After that I spent 6 years working at and then running SugarDaddy's Smoke Shop in Boston. While running SugarDaddy's, I bought and sold glass pipes, spoke to glassblowers about how they did what they did and helped customers find what they were looking for in their everyday purchases. During this time, I product-tested many types of pipes to find out which ones I thought worked best and why. This was a 6-10 year apprenticeship in the glass pipe industry before I even touched the medium.
Twice, over that long hands-off apprenticeship, I spent some time watching glassblowers and had them help me make a pipe, taking it out of my hands every few minutes to fix whatever mistakes I had made. At some point during those 2 experiences, I decided I was going to quit my job and go learn how to blow glass. I wasn't sure when, but I knew making affordable pipes was how I was going to get paid to learn the craft. I took that plunge 14 years ago.
What was the biggest challenge in getting started?
The biggest challenge was walking away from a job with a consistent paycheck to start life over as an artist, not sure where my next paycheck was going to come from.
Since starting, what are you most proud of in your work?
I'm most proud that I have stuck with it for 14 years so far. These years have had their ups and their downs. Some days I feel like an expert and other days I feel like a beginner. Overall, its been the most empowering decision I ever made.
Who are three creative-types or businesses that inspire you?
I cannot name names because I take something from every artist (glass and otherwise) and business person I cross paths with in life. I look at a lot of fellow glass artists and I think, "Wow! If only they tried _________, then they might be more successful." I also look at lots of fellow artists and think, "__________ works so well for them. I should try to incorporate that into my business and see if it works for me?" These two analyses have been instrumental in my growth as an artist and in the growth of my business.
What is something you find helps motivate you day-to-day to create?
If I didn't keep selling most everything I make, then I wouldn't be so motivated to do it all over again. Emily Worden's book, "Make, Sell, Repeat" sums up the cycle of my life – and if it doesn't sell, I make something else the next day.
Anything else you would like to share with everybody?
My door is open. Come on by.
Find more of Matt's work only at Joy Street Open Studios. He only wholesales, but roughly twice a year he has special items available for retail. Hooray!

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I made it to the halfway point – 20 weeks – yesterday! I just got back from my 5 month doctor's appointment this morning. Everything looked good… My uterus has made it up to my belly button, which is right on target. Baby's heartbeat sounded good, though he was squirming away, as usual.
Baby boy is very very active, pretty much whenever I am awake. Everything from little kicks and rolls to full on body slams. He really likes beating Danny's hand when we are laying in bed.
It's October! I love October… However, we found out last night that Danny's brother and his wife have to cancel their trip out to see us this month due to a family emergency. A big bummer, and we are sending good thoughts their way. I am hoping to still do all the fun autumn stuff we'd planned, like see the mountains and go to a farm for pumpkins and apples.
We picked out our nursery paint, "Chinese Jade", so we need to do that soon. We've also started on our baby registries. So much to think about, geez!
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John Major had his soapbox, and Tony Blair a battlebus. Barack Obama relied heavily on the web. Gordon Brown, however, is going to deploy a different sort of secret weapon at the forthcoming general election – your sofa.
Coming to a home near you, the prime minister intends to get up front and personal during the campaign, holding intimate meetings in the living rooms of pillars of the community, in the hope that his message will then ripple out and through the constituency.
The sitting room sessions might not be glamorous, but they are quite "Gordon" – and will help him to come across as a normal human being, is the thought of Labour strategists.
They are also more in keeping with these austere times, and could even favourably contrast with the the glitz, helicopters and cash that may characterise the well-funded Tory campaign.
"We think it is a format that will work for Gordon," said a Labour insider. "We have to try something different in the face of public attitude to all politicians. Sometimes Gordon is going to need an hour to bring people over in a way in which he cannot in five minutes."
Tea with the prime minister is certainly the antithesis of the Sheffield rally during which Neil Kinnock famously, and rather embarrassingly, shouted "Well all right!" to 5,000 Labour supporters – an event deemed to have been instrumental in losing the 1992 election.
The belief is that, in an age of unbridled cynicism, politicians need to persuade local opinion-formers of their authenticity, and it is these people who will influence the views of others. Downing Street officials say the strategy works for Brown, and will be a key part of the campaign armoury, alongside the traditional TV interviews and town hall meetings. Brown and his team have road-tested the sofa sessions in places such as Llanelli and Chatham to see if he comes over successfully in the living room. Those invited included nurses, teachers, business people and community leaders.
Diane Keating, a headteacher who shared tea and biscuits with Brown, said he was very jovial. "He made a joke," she said. "It was around the time he had been criticised for his handwriting after writing to the family of that soldier killed in Afghanistan, and he told me that he had been to his son's parents' evening recently and the teacher had said he was doing very well but needed to improve his handwriting." The prime minister said: "That runs in the family!"
Correction, 18 March 2010: A reference to the prime minister visiting Gravesend was corrected to Chatham.


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This whole "Twilight" thing gives me panic attacks and seizures. They've already started to pussy-fy werewolves! WEREWOLVES, people! We have to stop this from happening!
Dude with a gun is robbing the person to your right!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Hurrs a pik-churr! Herp-a-derp!
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We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day....
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Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one..... Happy New Year.....
The new year stands before us, like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written. We can help write that story by setting goals.... Happy New Year......
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Some people have nice eyes,
Some have nice smiles & others have nice faces..
But You have all of them with a nice HEART…
wish you Happy New Year 2020 with whole heart…!
Do all the best you can,
By all the ways you can,
In all the manners you can,
In all the occasions you can,
At all the opportunity you can
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Happy new year...May God spread prosperity and joy in your life on this New Year and fulfill all your dreams.
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Dilute your worries, evaporate your sorrows, filter your happiness and accept crystals of my love! Wish you a Happy New Year.
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Let me wish you a very Happy New Year before the phone lines get jammed and internet hanged. Happy New Year 2020
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New Year arrives with hopes and it gives us new courage and belief for a very new start. Wish you a very Happy New Year.
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New Year Begins Let us Pray, That It Will Be a Year with New Peace,
New Happiness, And Abundance of New Friends,
God Bless You Throughout the New Year!
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Let the New Year Make you Correct all Your, Vices and Brush,
Up all Your Virtues as You, Strive to Put Your Best Foot,
Forward to Welcome 2020, Happy New Year!
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Thank You for Pushing Me to Do Great Things,
Which I Thought I Cannot Do, I Hope To Follow,
Your Path So That I Can Also Be Called,
A "Boss" Someday. Happy New Year 2020!
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When the New Year arrives, it brings new ideas and hopes for us to make our lives good to better and better to best. Happy New Year !
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New Year is the time to remember all the memories we share, all the fun things we did, all the secrets we poured out for distance is the last thing that can create a rift in our friendship.
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3, 2, 1,
The ball drops
A new year
A new you
Resolutions and parties
From one year to the next.
Whether its a new year,
Or a new decade,
Or a new century,
Or a new millennia,
It's all the same.
It's always the same
When there are
New beginnings
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My wishes in 2020 God gives you,12 month of happiness, 52 weeks of fun, 365 days success, 8760 hours good health, 52600 minutes good luck, 3153600 seconds of joy and thats all.. May special memories brighten your new year Happy New Year !!
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Wish you a happy new year!with serenity and peace,New year fill your heart,May the spirit of the season of
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Have a happy and a memorable holiday!as much magic as they bring to ours,and to bring to their lives,for the wonderful friends,Therefore, it is the time to thank God,of love, of life, of Friendship,New Year is a time for celebration,
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Respected Sir, I, occasion of the New Year's Day,. Hope this upcoming New Year brings new inspiran behalf of my family wish you and your family all the best on the oction to mind and bring lots of happiness
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Happy New Year to you. Wish this year brings to the warmth of love,
and illuminates your path of life towards a positive direction,
Happy New Year!
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New is the year, new are the hopes, and new is the resolution,
New are the spirits, and new are my warm wishes just for you,
Have a promising and fulfilling New Year!
Dear New Year, Please let me, my family, my colleagues,
My clients and my friends be just happy in this time,
Fill Your Life With Happiness & Bright Cheer,
Bring to You Joy and Prosperity For the Whole Year,
And it's My New Year Wish For You Dear,
Wish You a Very Happy New Year!
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We are thrilled to announce our Townes Trouser, a favorite pant from our in-house line in a mid-weight cotton twill.
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Most of my speaking events conclude with a book signing. Sometimes I forget to bring a pen. Oops.
The first person in line and I do the obligatory self pat down. Like a pen is going to some how magically appear in my chest pocket – where I have never in my life kept a pen, nor have worn a shirt with a chest pocket. Then the scramble to find a pen begins. Few people volunteer their pens – quickly stuffing them in their shirt chest pockets before I can see them. When I do spot one and ask for it, the response is clear: I better give that Bic back the moment I sign that first book. Crazy, isn't it?
The Bic pen that I borrow is worth about ten cents. Probably half that, considering some of the ink has been used already. On the certified pre-owned pen market, the pens I borrow would likely go for a nickel. Yet, the owner watches over their valueless pen like they just gave me their first born. Why is that?
It's called the Lender-Borrower effect, which plays into some of the strongest human motivators: Loss and gain. Loss being the stronger than gain by a long shot.
When people lend something, anything, they feel immediate loss, and the longer the item (or money) is away from them the pain of loss grows. For the borrower, when they get the item (or money) they feel the greatest benefit immediately, yet the feeling of gain diminishes quickly over time.
As more and more time goes by the lender feels more and more desire to get back what they lost, and the borrower feels less and less compelled to give it back. In other words, in any lender-borrower transaction, the lender gives more importance to the deal over time and the borrower gives less.
There is a lot of truth in "neither a lender nor borrower be." Time is the enemy in these situations. If you do need to borrow something, return it fast – you will save your lender lots of emotional agony. If you are a lender, make sure it is returned fast – you will ensure your borrower doesn't forget about you. Even if the transaction is as "insignificant" as lending a pen.
What is your lending or borrowing story?


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Microsoft is not launching its Windows 8 before October 26, but the race has been going on between hardware partners for announcing the Windows 8 running capable operating system. Earlier in this week, Lenovo announced its lineup and Sony unveiled yesterday Windows 8 roster.
Now Dell's XPS 12 lined up
The price of new XPS 12 has been unveiled and now the ultrabook/Tablet is ready for the pre-order via the Dell's official online store. However, the gadget was unveiled earlier in August in the IFA event along with XPS 10. The impeccable feature of this gadget is its flipping touchscreen that can go back and forth due to its hinged design for providing convenience.
Hybrid of Slate and Laptop
Users can flip Dell XPS 12 from laptop to slate with the hinged design, and that is why the device is given the name of XPS 12 Ultrabook Convertible Touch. It has 12.5" full HD screen and the keyboard is hidden from dust and grim when used as a tablet. This 64-bit ultrabook has the resolution of 1080p and has all the touch features.
Dell XPS 12 is well equipped with i5 Intel Core processor, DDR3 RAM, Intel HD graphics and many more. The price of XPS 12 will start from $1200, and its release in the market is expected to be at November 2, 2012.


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They were started by Robin of Heaven on Earth nursery.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Ediblble Chrysanthamum
I got these seeds in Japan.
Friday, December 13, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Bee Activity on The Farm
For the last 30 years we've had bees on the farm managed by various beekeepers. I finally decided last year to try and manage a few myself with the help of those beekeepers. Its been a gratifying experience catching swarms and giving them a home. I now have three which are a work in progress. I want to keep up with raising bees as its been good for the fruit production here on the farm and it is an interesting pursuit .
The photos above are from various stages of development over the last year
The photos above are from various stages of development over the last year
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text: Panathinaikos Superfoods Athens and beloved power forward James Gist have agreed on a new contract. The club announced that he signed a new deal until the end of the 2018-19 season. Gist (2.07 meters, 30 years old) averaged 8.5 points, 4.3 rebounds and 1.1 steals per game last season in an injury shortened campaign. He first came to Panathinaikos in a December 2012 trade that sent Andy Panko to Unicaja Malaga. Gist has been a fan favorite everywhere he has played due to his constant hustle, high-flying dunks and thrilling blocks. After playing college basketball at the University of Maryland, Gist played for Angelico Biella in Italy and Lokomotiv Kuban in Russia before making his EuroLeague debut with Partizan Belgrade in the 2010-11 season. He also played for Fenerbahce Ulker Istanbul of Turkey and Unicaja before joining Panathinaikos. He helped Partizan lift three trophies – the Serbian League, Serbian Radivoj Korac Cup and Adriatic League – in 2011 and has collected three Greek League and three Greek Cup titles with. Gist has also been a member of the USA national team and won the bronze medal at the 2007 Pan American Games.


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This Day in Disney History January 1
1938: Disney had its first presence in the annual Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena, California
From The Walt Disney Family Museum:
Walt's first entry in the Parade dates back to January 1, 1938 with a float celebrating his newly released film Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Snow White's live-action reference model, Marge Belcher, rode on the float dressed as Snow White, and was accompanied by performers costumed as the seven dwarfs.
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1959: Fantasyland Autopia opens at Disneyland
The attraction opened January 1, 1959 and closed September 7, 1999
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This attraction was added to take some of the pressure off the Tomorrowland Autopia, which always had a long line. Its main difference was that you saw different scenery on your ride. The attraction was later combined as part of Tomorrowland Autopia in 2000.
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From Wikipedia:
The Fantasyland Autopia began originally as the Junior Autopia in 1956. Unlike the original Autopia, the Junior Autopia track had a center guard rail. It closed in 1958, and reopened in 1959 as the expanded Fantasyland Autopia. It was a duplicate version of the Tomorrowland Autopia and featured the same theme of the original until 1991, when part of the Disney's Afternoon Avenue makeover of Fantasyland, the ride was transformed into the Rescue Rangers Raceway. The theming was kept until 1992, when the promotion ended. The ride remained open on an interim basis until 1999, when both the Tomorrowland and Fantasyland Autopias were closed.
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1966: Walt Disney is the Grand Marshall of the Rose Parade
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On this day in 1966, everything was coming up roses for Walt Disney, when he served as the Grand Marshal of the 77th Tournament of Roses Parade, in Pasadena, California.
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From The Walt Disney Family Museum:
Walt Disney would begin the final year of his life as the Grand Marshall of the 1966 Tournament of Roses Parade. Mickey Mouse sat beside Walt as they traveled down Colorado Boulevard. They were followed by the City of Burbank float, itself a tribute to Walt Disney.
Walt Disney would not live to see the 1967 Rose Parade, but the organization he created would continue to be involved with the Tournament of Roses.
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In the video Walt Disney and Mickey go by in a convertible.
Did You Know?
The Disney family is the only family to have more than one member serve as Grand Marshal: Walt Disney was the 1966 Grand Marshal, then his nephew Roy E. Disney held the post in 2000. Additionally, Mickey Mouse was the grand marshal for the 2005 parade.
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By Stefan Lajunen at February 24 2019 20:34:39
Ideally, grade lesson plans should be orderly and sensible, but with enough room to include spontaneity and creativity. Anyone who has had to sit through a lesson plan that was rigid and tight, with absolutely no deviation from the tasks at hand, will know that this is a thoroughly unpleasant way to learn. Letting your students breathe a little is important in helping them learn and remember.
The best approach to teaching does not just happen by accident; some of the best educators are so good at what they do because they have mastered the art of effective planning. Achieving success in teaching requires commitment, practice and impeccable planning, especially when it comes to organising lessons and classroom activities. Planning lessons is a fundamental skill that all teachers should strive to develop and the ability to create a robust and effectual lesson plan is a core part of the overall learning process.


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Berikut saya akan share sebuah naskah film da;lam bahasa inggris... untuk soal filmnya, masih dalam proses...
Ghytha : mom, wake up ! it's time to dawn pray.
Lela : just you are ahead, i will follow you later
Ghytha : yes mom J
Setelah shalat, ghytha menyiapkan makanan dan membersihkan rumah , kemudian dia siap-siap untuk ke sekolah. Pada waktu yang bersamaan
Whynha : (alarm berbunyi) it so disturb me ! (sambil mematikan alarm)
Surya : whynha , wake up ! you must go to school ! if you don't wake up, you will be late! it's have seven o'clock !
Whynha : what ? seven o'clock ? oh my god !
A fiew minutes later
Surya : whynha, you must breakfast before you go to school
Whynha : i so rushed mom, i'm going now ! bye
Surya : be carefull honey !
At the school.............................................................................................................................................
Annar : good morning my student, before, we had already study about review text, and now i want
give you a task and.......................................
Whynha : assalamu alaikum , i'm sorry mom, i come late becauseeee.........
Annar : don't say anymore, i must give you a punishment , because you don't dicipline ! now, you can not to follow my lesson !
Ghytha : i'm sorry mom, but i think isn't right, as student, we must study, and i think whynha have any reason why she was coming late.
Annar : i know ghytha, but you shoudn't advocating her!
Ghytha : i don't advocating her, but i just explain that a student must get education mom, if whynha come late again , you may give her a punishment
Annar : ok, i forgive you whynha, but i'm warning you, if you do it again, you must accept my punishment !
Whynha : yes mom, i promise i will not do it again, thanks for you goodness
Annar : ok, you may sit down now !
When break..............................................................................................................................................
Whynha : hmmmm, ghytha , thanks for your help, i don't know what will happen with me if you don't help me
Ghytha : you're welcome J , as friend , we must help each other
Sukma : hellloooooooo ! whynha , do you believe with ghytha ?
Whynha : what's your mind ?
Asty : i think ghytha just pretend goodness with you
Lyly : and she just exploiting you , because she know that you are so rich
Ghytha : astagfirullah ! don't say like that ! you're wrong ! i'm not like you think!
Laela : ghytha , don't lie to us ! you are a poor student, and you approach whynha because you want her money !
Whynha : stop ! don't say anymore ! i'm sure that ghytha isn't like who you say ! ghytha, let's go to the library
In the class................................................................................................................................................
Novhy' : hy bro , what happened with you ?
Viaand : it's about my task , it's so dificult for me
Novhy : oh, there are books about this lesson in the library
Viaand : can you accompany me ?
Novhy : of course ! let's go bro J
at the field.................................................................................................................................................
Sukma : hay novhy, hay viaand J
Asty : where is you will go ?
Novhy : we will go to the library
Viaand : yes, i want finish my task , and i ask novhy to help me
Laela : can we follow you to go to library ?
Lili : yes, we have a same task, we can finish it together. Let's go
In the library.............................................................................................................................................
Novhy and Ghytha mengambil buku yang sama di perpus
Novhy : do you want this book ? here you are
Ghytha : yes, but you want it too, how can ?
Novhy : you can use it, if you have finish, you can give it to me
Ghytha : ok, thanks,,,, hmmmm are you alone ?
Novhy : no, i am here with viaand, he ask me to accompany him to finish his task , and you ?
Ghytha : oh, i'm here with whynha
Novhy : whynha ? (dengan wajah yang gembira)
Whynha : hmm, i think you are so happy now, why ?
Ghytha : just now, i meet with novhy , actually he is good, because he give me this book, although he want use it too.
Whynha : oh, novhy ..... Hmmmm, i think he like you
Ghytha : are you sure ?
Whynha : yes, i'm sure. Why ? do you like him ?
Ghytha : i think so, i like him, hmmmmm forget it, we must finish this task now
In the canteen...........................................................................................................................................
Laela : hey guys, look at that.
Lhylhy : whynha, how times we must tell you, that ghytha just exploiting you
Ghytha : hey, are you accusing me ?
Asty : of course, you want be whynha's friend because you want whynha pay your requirment, for example , lunch like this
Ghytha : astagfirullah, you are wrong, i'm not same with your mind
Sukma : but the reality like that !
Whynha : hey stop! Don't be noise ! you disturb the other people ! ghytha, don't care about them, let's go to the class now !
At the class................................................................................................................................................
Annar : pay attention please, ok my student, i wanna inform you about nasional examination, learn guidance wiil be held begin next week, and you can prepare your self to follow SNPTN registration.
Ghytha : hmmm, what is the faculty who you want ?
Whynha : i don't know, may be i want register at english literature faculty. And you ?
Gyhtha : if god willing, i want register at mediciness faculty, i want make my mother pround with me
Asty : what ? are you sure ? hey , you must know that you just a poor student, how can be you want register at the mediciness faculty ?
Viaand : hey don't be noise !
Novhy : asty, you must not say like that ! nothing is imposible in this world !
Sukma : viaand, novhy, asty just say the reality, register at mediciness faculty just match for rich students like us , not for ghytha
Whynha : hey, what has ghytha did with you ? so that you always affronting her. Can you see ? she always get a best score than you ! she always get the first rank during she school in here !
Annar : hey, why you be noise ? if there is not clear for you, you can ask to me (memperlihatkan wajah jengkel). Ok if there is not question, i wiil leave you, thanks for you attention
Whynha : ghytha ? what happened with you ? are you okay ?
Ghytha : i don't know, my head suddenly is so pain (pingsan tiba-tiba)
Whynha : novhy , help me, bring her to UKS
Viaand : what happened with ghytha ?
Whynha : i don't know, her head just so pain, but suddenly she is insensible
Novhy : viaand, help me bring her go to UKS
Laela : why did ghytha late came back from school ? (sambil bolak-balik). So many work she which must do
Ghytha : assalamu alaikum, i'm sorry mom, i came late, because i have done my task with my friend.
Surya : ok, change your uniform, after that you must help me to make cakes and selling it
Ghytha : yes mom
Annar : ok my student, i wanna devide you become 2 group , ghytha as leader, and lyly, laela, asty, sukma join with ghytha's group
Sukma : mom...... (sambil menaikkan tangan)
Asty : hush, don't complain, we must accep it !
Sukma : ok....ok..... (sambil bergemmi)
Ghytha : i know why you want complain with Mrs.Annar, don't worry because whynha and i will do our task, if we need your help we will tell you
Laela : ok, you have know it !
At whynha's home...................................................................................................................................
Sambil mengerjakan tugas (musik)
Ghytha : (maireng) memegang kepala
Whynha : hey ghytha, are you okay ? what happened ? you look so unhealty
Ghytha : i don't know (pingsan)
Whynha : mom, help me...............
Surya : what happened with ghytha ? we must bring her go to hospital
At hospital.................................................................................................................................................
Surya : how about her condition ? c
aInes : can i speak with you
Whynha : yes of cours
Ines : from the result, ghytha have a disease
Whynha : what ?
Ines : she have brain cancer
Ghytha : what you say ? that's right ?
Ines : be patient ghytha, it's temptation from god, but nothing is imposible if you believe there is a miracle
Ghytha : whynha, you must promise that you will keep this problem from my mother if you still assuming me as your friend
Whynha : hmmm, okay , i promise , be patient ghytha (sambil keluar bersama ines menemui surya)
Surya : what the result of her impaction ?
Ines : hmmm, she is just tired , Mrs.Surya
Surya : ok, it's makes me relief
In front of the class...................................................................................................................................
Gita and novi talking in front of the class.
Wina: I must stay calm.Its just for my friend's.Althought I like him very much (menghela nafas)
Sofyan: Hey whats up,,,what are you doing here ?
Wina: No,I'm fine.I just,I just.ahhh,whatever…
Sofyan : What wrong with you? are you jealous with them?
Wina: No,I'm not.
Sofyan : Don't lie wina.I know your feeling to him.Just let them.It just because for your friend.Dont give up to make her be happy.
Wina: Wina,hemm,yeahh.But its difficult yet for me.
Sofyan: If you want to see her became happy,you must be able for that.
Wina: Thaks for your encouragement.
Viaand : You're welcome.
At the river to gita's house.......................................................................................................................
Lili : Where is gita's house?
Wina: just go ahead.Gita's house in there ( sambil menunjuk ke depan)
Lili: ohh,,I'm impatient to arrive at her house.
Asti: me too
Leela : oh my god it is a river??
Wina: In your mind??
Leela : Upttss,my high hills,,,,I must bring it.
Sukma: yeahh,,and why it's too hot.Give me your fan asti.
Asti: oh,no.i need it.
Sukma: just a moment.Please
Asti: No,don't you see me I'm so hot??
Wina: Husstt,,don't be noisy.We will arrive.
After arrive at Gita's house.......................................................................................................................
Wina: (knock the door ).Gita,we are coming
Gita: yahhh,please come in.
Lela: oh,is it your friend Gita??
Gita: yes mom.They are one group with me
Lili: We come to do homework with Gita,aunt
Lela: Gita,bring the cake here.And don't take too long.
Gita: Safe to enjoy it.I'm sorry,because we just can serve this cake.(while serve the cake)
Asti,Laela,sukma : What kind of this cake??
Lili: yeah,this is the firs time I see this cake.
Gita: In boeginise,we call it kambeng.
Lela: yeahh,,it has a nice taste.
Sukma: I never see that cake.Because we just know pizza.And I'ts has a same form with that.
Lili: yahh,,and we think pizza is delicious with many varian of it.Hemm,yummii…
Laela: Oh dear,but is it not pizza,Just enjoy it.
Gita: cmon,just eat it and we continue to study..
After did homework,they go home…........................................................................................................
Lela: can you see it?? Your friend affronting our life.Its not to bad,because they still want to come here.
Gita: Oh mom,please don't begin it.
Lela: you must listen to me.You must study hard,so that our life can be change.
Gita:I have tried mom.And I promise that I will do the best,
Lela: promise me that you will reach your dream.Use your time in a good way.Make .me proud of you.And then never make a relationship with a boy.
Gita : But mom,I just…
Lela: never agains me.Just listen to me.And come to you badroom to study again.
Gita: Oke mom ( cry).
At the class................................................................................................................................................
Ghytha : sambil memegang rambutnya yang rontok
Whynha dan ghytha : saling memandang dan menangis satu sama lain
Whynha : i promise i will make you be happy in pickings of your life (di dalam hati)
At the school when break time.................................................................................................................
Novi : Hy wina,what are you doing here?
Wina: I just looking for biologys book.
Novi: ohh,can I help you the search it??
Wina: no,thanks
Novi: But I will help you.Isnt wrong??
Wina: No,I can search it by my self
Novi: Wina,please…
Whynha :Why you force me??
Bu hasna : Hustt,don't be noisy,it's library.You can disturb the other student.
Novi and wina : I'm sorry mom.
Novi:actually,I have something to say.
Wina: what is that.??
Novi: but not here.isnt a good place.
Wina : Just tell me.Because I don't have an enough time.
Bu Hasna: hehh,,don't be noisy. you're still like that,get out from this library.
Novi: Oke mom,please forgive me
Wina: What would you say??
Novi : I don't brave to say that.Because I know you wouldn't accept it.
Wina: To the point.
Novi: Wina,I like you.And I falling in love with you.Would you be mine??
Wina: are you kidding me??
Novi: No,I'm serious.I;m glad if you will accept me.
Wina: I'm sorry novi,but gita loves you.And if you love me,please make gita always be happy.Because she is need you right now.
Novi: But,is'nt easy for me.Because I don't love her.
Wina : You must try it.Please do it for me.
(Novi pergi tanpa kata-kata).dan wina ke kelas
In the class................................................................................................................................................
Annar: oke,at Monday we will face national examination.I hope you prepare your self.And study hard,
Last day of examination,gita pingsan.Di bawa ke RS...............................................................................
Wina: Dok,please help our friend
Novi: Yes doctor,she is insensible
Doktor: Oke
Gita: (sadar) Mom,Where is me??
Lela: it is in Hospital.
Bu guru : Yeah,doctor said you must take a rest
Sofyan and novi : Get well soon,Gita.
Lela : Why you never tell me about your disease??
Wina : I'm sorry aunt,we're worried aunt will be sad.
Novi : Don't blame one each other.The important thing right now is how gita can be health like early.
Gita: Tahnks you for all who take a care to me.
Gita's Birthday at hospital........................................................................................................................
Lela : You friends,come.
Gita : whos is them mom?
Lela : Wina and Novi.
Wina and Novi : Happy birthday winaa,, 2x
Gita: Tahnk because you're still remember my birthday.I'm glad because you always be my friend.
Gita : pass away
Dokter : I'm sorry (music)
Wina: Gitaaa hiks,,hiks hiks…
Several months later.................................................................................................................................
Annar : Announcement for the all student of 3th grade please to come to see the result of SNMPTN.
Lili,sukma,laela,Asti run to the papan pengumuman.Tidak sabaran untuk melihat dan kaget melihat hasilnya…
Wina maju melihat hasilnyaa..Menangis dan menunjuk nama-nama yg lulus (mengingat kata-kata gita yg ingin membahagiakan ortunya)
Rekama wina :If Gita see this announcement,she will be happy.But,is impossible for that.Because she is stay peace at her place.
Gita's house
Wina,Annar,Novi and Sofyan come to Gita's house.
Annar : knock the door and offer the result of gita's SNMPTN.Mrs lela,this is the amplop,and please read it.
Lela (read) : menghayalkan Gita.( Byangan-bayangan'e)….
Annar : very regrettably,gita leave us so quickly.Whereas she is a clever student,I'm very proud with her,because when she live she never give up.
Sukma : we're so sorry,we're regret for our attitude with her,Maybe it's the impact so that we're not pass in this SNMPTN.


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