CREATIVE WRITING

Bitte nicht lesen, wenn ihr das Buch nicht fertig habt. Ich hab nur eine Sache geaendert, und ansonsten ne Menge rumphilopsophiert. Hoffe mal, die Geschichte kriegt noch mehr Kapitel, aber weil ich momentan die diesjaehrige Weihnachtsgeschichte schreibe, parallel auf Englisch und Deutsch, koennt es ein bisschen dauern. Eigene Geschichten sind wichtiger als Fanfics.
Alle Personen, Konzepte usw, gehoeren nicht mir, sondern JK Rowling. Aber weil ich mit einer Kleinigkeit im siebten Band nicht einverstanden bin(oder weil ich ein durchgeknalltes Fangirl bin, man weiss es nicht), hab ich mir die Freiheit genommen, ein bisschen damit rumzuspielen.
Remus/Tonks, weil ich das aus irgendeinem Grund einfach schoen finde.
Fuer fehlende Umlaute in dieser Beschreibung ist die australische Tastatur verantwortlich.
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Some philosophers say that whenever there are two or more possibilities, different universes start to exist – one in which it goes this way, one in which it goes the other way. According to that theory, there are millions of universes out there. One in which the Middle Ages have maybe not ended yet. One in which the French Revolution never took place. One in which you accepted this one boy’s invitation back at school, instead of rejecting, or even one in which you never existed, because your parents decided to rather go out that night…
But all these theories are complicated and not important. Because all that matters is the one you are living.
Sometimes, it’s just a split second that decides how your entire life continues. Or whether it continues. They say that single moments can change the course of history. A single moment definitely changed theirs.
If she hadn’t slipped and needed to move to the side just one bit to regain her balance exactly that second, she wouldn’t have had time enough to duck the spell thrown at her, wouldn’t even have realised it was being thrown at her. She would have died if she hadn’t slipped. And when she reacted to the attack by stunning the Death Eater who had been trying to curse her, she also saved her lover’s life. Although she never knew that, because what would have happened if it had not happened the way it finally did is something that you never get to know.
And she doesn’t even know all too much about all these theories. Her father had once explained one of them to her when they had been watching one of these Muggle movies, where the main characters were travelling between these universes. But she never knew it would one day touch her life. She’d never know that, one day, there would be just another way the story could go, a way where it would have to continue without her and Remus from that point on.
It was probably a good thing her mother had never succeeded in making her lose her own clumsiness.

It was the smallest, most unimportant thing in the middle of a battle. Just when she had both her aunt and Yaxley coming at her, she should have had other things to worry about, really. But just when she was aiming a Stunning spell at Bellatrix, she caught her right foot on some rubble that was lying on the floor. For a moment, she lost her balance, and swayed to stay on her feet. And it was exactly that stumbling that saved her life, because it made the Killing Curse coming at her miss her by a few millimetres only.
She didn't even register it, at first. She was, after all, still trying hard to manage and stun both her opponents while not falling flat on her face during it.
When she finally had managed to find her footing again, she was also able to quickly stun both of her opponents. They'd probably be revived soon enough by one of their own people, there were still too many Death Eaters around for it to be any different. But at the moment it did not matter- she had got away from them safely, and she still had something to do. After all, she had come here to find Remus. And she did find him, only a few seconds later, because, during the entire fight, he had been close enough to have seen her already. She kept herself from crying out to him, seeing that he was still locked in battle with Dolohov. It would probably be a bad idea to take his concentration away from the fight. Instead, she'd try to get close enough to help him, which was not easy. The entire hall had fallen into chaos. Some of the older students of Hogwarts, who had decided to stay and fight for their school and their beliefs, were running around and gave the distinct impression of not really having any idea of what to do now, or who was on their side and who was not. And it was hard to tell, with everyone running around and evading falling rubble.
She finally managed to duck between a couple of kids who looked like they were in fifth year, maybe, and get behind Dolohov without him noticing her, stunning him before he could even turn around.
Remus looked at her for just a moment, before turning around to see if anyone else who could be a danger to them was around before speaking to her: “I thought we’d agreed you’d stay at home with Teddy?”
Glad as she was to hear his voice, she could not help but argue with that: “Agreed is not exactly right. You and my mother decided on it, and what I had to say didn’t even register.”
”You shouldn’t have come. Do you realise, how scared I was when I saw you fighting Bellatrix over there? For a moment I thought..:”
He trailed off and she noticed that it was not because he wouldn’t want to tell her what he’d thought. She had also seen the slight movement from the corner of her eye.
“Let’s just agree to keep fighting now, and fight with each other.” She suggested.
Remus didn’t answer her, but he took her hand in his. And though she didn’t see his face, she was almost sure he was smiling.

When she thought back about it, hours after the battle had ended and she was, again, sitting safely on the sofa in her mother’s living room, she realised that that was really what had saved her. Her clumsiness. She had stumbled, and it had moved her out of the way of a killing curse. True, her ankle hurt a bit afterwards, but she could definitely live with that. Now that she had the chance to.
It was unbelievable that they had both come out of this battle – bloodbath, really - with only minor injuries, she mused, as she watched Remus helping her mother making some tea. Andromeda had wanted them both to rest, but he had insisted he was able to help her. And Dora had ended up sitting in the living room, trying to listen both to the quiet chat they had in the kitchen, and to whether Teddy was giving any signs of waking up. She could hear neither at the moment, so she fell back into her rather confused thoughts. Maybe four in the morning was not a good time to remember weird philosophy her father had once thrown at her when she had struggled hard enough to keep up with a movie plot.
She remembered sitting here, on exactly this same sofa, home for the summer holidays between her fourth and fifth year, not knowing what was lying ahead. Not knowing that the next time she’d really remember it, she would have been through a war, and no longer having her father around to explain it again.
And now it was all over. The war was over, and they had won. She could hardly believe this, because it had just ruled everything in her life for the last three years. Especially in the last few months. It had even seemed like it had been like this all her life, because it had brought back all the memories of her childhood, when the first war against Voldemort had been on. It would probably be much easier to adjust to peace than it had been to adjust to war, and yet she felt a bit strange at the moment. To think about it…she’d be able to have a normal life with her family from now on. She’d maybe asked Remus to find themselves a small house somewhere really close here, so they could have their own place and still have her mother close to them. She could go back to her job at the Ministry, which she’d not been able to do since the Ministry had been taken over last summer, due to her known association with the Order. And Teddy would have a world to grow up in that was not made of fear and mistrust and violence. This had, after all, been their main goal when they had fought the battle this night.
Her mother and Remus were returning with the tea and a few sandwiches (that explained, at least, what had taken them in the kitchen for so long), and sat down with her.
“Are you tired, Dora?” he asked her, but she shook her head, leaning her head against his shoulder. She was not tired, surprisingly enough. She didn’t even feel like she could sleep now if she tried. All the excitement had made her feel more awake than she had felt in months, years maybe.
She was not entirely sure any more what had happened in what order after she had joined the fight again, together with Remus, but maybe it was better this way. There were enough pictures among these confused memories that she feared would be enough to give her nightmares, and the rest would not have made it any easier. So she was simply content with just being here.