Waiting on an Angel by sarahmay

Rating: G
Genres: Angst, Drama
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 13/04/2006
Last Updated: 13/04/2006
Status: In Progress

Just a short little fic - please read it, it's my birthday:D lol




1. Waiting on an Angel
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**Author's Note: Well, this is my birthday present for all of you (even though it's my
birthday…oh well:D Sweet Sixteen! Yay!)**

**This is by no means a super happy fic…or an incredibly sad one. It's very short, but it
just came to me when someone used this song for prayer in school…**

**If you get the chance, listen to “Waiting on an Angel” by Ben Harper - the way he sings it is
how this story is supposed to feel. I hope you enjoy it!** **(It's unbeta-ed..So yea, but
then again, when have I ever had a beta?)**

**Bubyes!**

**-Sarah Belle**

**Waiting on an Angel**

The rose was an obvious contrast against the freshly fallen snow. The petals looked oddly
beautiful setting atop the cold marble slab with a few words etched across its face.

I knelt down before the stone and gently brushed away some snow that had been blown into the
last words. *My Angel*. A pang of emptiness filled me. She was my angel, and what I
wouldn't give to have her back…to hear her voice just one more time.

“Please,” I whispered to the nothingness surrounding me. “Please.”

xxxxxx

“Happy Birthday!”

The sentiment echoed throughout the crowded room of the Burrow. My best friend's daughter
was eight today. I smiled as she ripped open her gifts; everyone was smiling today.

Almost everyone.

I suddenly felt faint. I would never watch my children smile gleefully as they opened their
birthday presents. I would never have children.

She would never be a mother, nor I a father.

I felt that familiar coldness sweep through my soul. That feeling of emptiness that was slowly
eating away my being. On the outside I might look fine - even happy at times - but inside I was
slowly dying. I knew it.

All I needed was my Angel…

xxxxxx

I sat gingerly at the base of the willow tree, setting my cane at my side on the ground. Her
tombstone sat before me, still as solid and cold as it was the day it was placed in that spot some
eighty years ago.

A breeze gently tousled my hair, silver from age, as she had so many times before.

I was so tired.

So very, very tired.

As I began to drift off, I could feel her presence engulf me, and the coldness and the aching
vanished.

I was no longer alone.

My Angel had come for me…

*waiting on an angel
one to carry me home
hope you come to see me soon
cause i don' t want to go alone
i don' t want to go alone

now angel won' t you come by me
angel hear my plea
take my hand lift me up
so that i can fly with thee
so that i can fly with thee

and i'm waiting on an angel
and i know it won' t be long
to find myself a resting place
in my angel's arms
in my angel's arms

so speak kind to a stranger
cause you'll never know
it just might be an angel come
knockin' at your door
knockin' at your door

and i'm waiting on an angel
and i know it won't be long
to find myself a resting place
in my angel's arms
in my angel's arms

waiting on an angel
one to carry me home
hope you come and see me soon
cause i don' t want to go alone
i don't want to go alone
don' t want to go
i don't want to go alone*

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