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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
612
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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A solitary figure stands, one foot braced against a rock. Arms loose at its sides. A calm expression, hiding inner turmoil.
//There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
There’s a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone//
Thousands of faces flitting through a tortured memory. Eyes lift towards the heavens, tears forced away. A simple release denied through years of training.
//Here they talked of revolution
Here it was they lit the flame
Here they sang about 'tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came//
A single face, a single memory, cause a sharp intake of breath. Breathing becomes more labored. Still the tears are repressed.
//From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And the rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn!
Oh my friends, my friends. Forgive me
That I live and you are gone//
Another memory shakes the figure slightly. A dark memory, of multiple magical explosions. A scream ripped from a throat in a moment of weakness. A blinding flash of light, blazing endlessly through the mind, taking with it all the people ever loved or even hated.
//There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
There’s a pain goes on and on
Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on the floor//
Dark hair swirls in the wind, stirring memories of another with hair of messy brown and the temperment of the wolves. Thoughts return to that first face and memory. A soft sob catches in the throat and eyes blink rapidly.
//Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more
Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
What your sacrifice was for//
A hand raises slowly, a simply to brush impatiently at watering eyes. A sign of weakness that none should ever see. Turning from the ruins of a once proud academy of learning the figure shakes it's head sadly as a multitude of ghosts swarms through it's memory.
//Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.//
"Forgive me Headmaster I failed you and him!"
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A solitary figure stands, one foot braced against a rock. Arms loose at its sides. A calm expression, hiding inner turmoil.
//There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
There’s a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone//
Thousands of faces flitting through a tortured memory. Eyes lift towards the heavens, tears forced away. A simple release denied through years of training.
//Here they talked of revolution
Here it was they lit the flame
Here they sang about 'tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came//
A single face, a single memory, cause a sharp intake of breath. Breathing becomes more labored. Still the tears are repressed.
//From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And the rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn!
Oh my friends, my friends. Forgive me
That I live and you are gone//
Another memory shakes the figure slightly. A dark memory, of multiple magical explosions. A scream ripped from a throat in a moment of weakness. A blinding flash of light, blazing endlessly through the mind, taking with it all the people ever loved or even hated.
//There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
There’s a pain goes on and on
Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on the floor//
Dark hair swirls in the wind, stirring memories of another with hair of messy brown and the temperment of the wolves. Thoughts return to that first face and memory. A soft sob catches in the throat and eyes blink rapidly.
//Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more
Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
What your sacrifice was for//
A hand raises slowly, a simply to brush impatiently at watering eyes. A sign of weakness that none should ever see. Turning from the ruins of a once proud academy of learning the figure shakes it's head sadly as a multitude of ghosts swarms through it's memory.
//Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.//
"Forgive me Headmaster I failed you and him!"