Author's Notes: This is a songfiction to the song "1000 Words" [extended version from the Final Fantasy X-2 video game and its soundtrack, performed by Jade from Sweetbox. It is written as a series of chronological drabbles, memories[some missing moments in times, and thoughts; and takes place throughout the course of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I will be releasing the fiction verse by verse, and, after I've finished it, post it all together as one chapter, maybe. Or perhaps I will just keep adding on to one chapter for each update because I was hesitant to post it in parts since I feel like that messed with the flow of the song and the events. However, the entire songfic is taking longer to write than I thought it would, and I did not want to put off posting it any longer. So, for now, I will post it in verses, but if I feel that it gets too choppy and starts losing flow, I may change that. I felt that the seventh book had a lot of emotions involved, since Ms. Rowling wrote her characters with such startling realism, and I wanted to try to express my perspective of the characters' dynamics, relationships, and feelings through drabbles. If you listen to the song, it is like you would flashback to these moments as they jump from one to the next. Hopefully it does not get too confusing, as it does jump a lot, but I tried to keep it all as chronologically canon as I could. I hope you enjoy this songfic, and find the song and listen to it because it is a beautiful song!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Harry Potter-verse, nor any part of the song I've used to write this story. The world of Magic, in its own existence, belongs solely to Ms. JK Rowling, and the song, to whomever owns it...the songwriters, the singer, the performers, the video game, Square Enix...

And without further ado, I give you The World of Magic War II in drabbles, set to 1000 Words, that the wizards hath never spoken. -Jt

One Thousand Words

I know that you're hiding things;
using gentle words to shelter me.
Your words were like a dream.
But dreams could never fool me;
not that easily.

oooXooo

Harry felt his stomach sink in shame as the eyes of Albus Dumbledore seemed to penetrate, even in a photograph, entirely and completely through him. Had this man, whom Harry carelessly thought he knew so well, really just been a stranger after all? Hot guilt spread through Harry as he smoothed the newspaper out with his uninjured hand. After all…when had he ever REALLY stopped to get to know his Headmaster? He had always taken it for granted that Dumbledore would always be…there. Sadness welled up in Harry chest as the realization seeped through that Albus Dumbledore would remain a mystery to him perhaps forever. He had never thought of Dumbledore as an actual human, a man like any other…until it was too late. Dumbledore had always played the role of Harry's didactic and guiding elder…and Harry had never thought to question him any further. "Why couldn't you tell me what you saw in the mirror?" Harry thought almost bitterly, looking at the familiar bearded stranger in the newspaper. "Why couldn't you let me know you?"

I know that you're hiding things
"I was supposed to be your man through and through."

oooXooo

"Oi, Hermione, you about ready?" Ron stuck his head into Ginny's bedroom, panting from running up the stairs. "Blimey, I keep forgetting I can Apparate now!'

Not bothering to turn around, Hermione frowned into the mirror at the redhead's reflection as he Disapparated from the doorway and reappeared next to her. "Both eyebrows still intact?" she asked dryly as she finished plaiting her hair.

"My, aren't we a little ray of sunshine this morning," he responded cheerfully, plopping down on his sister's bed. "Anyhow, Mad Eye just got here, and Mum reckons everyone else should be getting here soon, so we should hurry down."

Hermione bit her lip and fidgeted nervously. "Er, yeah, I'm ready," she said softly. She forced a small smile at Ron as she turned and started walking out of the room. "Come on! You know Mad Eye, he'll throw a right fit if he thinks any of us aren't on top of our game."

"Hold up." Ron tugged on Hermione's wrist before she reached the door and gently pulled her back. "I know that look." He looked her face carefully. Hermione didn't meet his eyes. "It's okay to be scared, Hermione," he finally said quietly.

Hermione's face snapped up. "No, it's not that!" she protested loudly.

Ron held up his hand and grinned. "No, I know," he reassured her. "I know you would willingly risk anything to help Harry. So would I. And he knows it, too." Ron paused. "But it's still okay to be afraid."

Hermione pushed back a stray strand of her hair. "Yes, I know Harry understands that. I hope he never doubts what he means to us. What we all mean to each other."

"So you try never to let him see your fears." Ron finished for her. "You try so hard to never let us see you down, Hermione." He smiled down at her hopefully. "It's okay, I understand. But I hope you understand that you don't have to act brave for us."

She laughed a little. "I guess you're right."

"Always so surprised," Ron remarked lightly, withdrawing his hand awkwardly from her shoulder. His ears red, he walked quickly out the door. "See you downstairs."

Using gentle words to shelter me
"I do."

"And do you, Fleur Isabelle, take…"

She slipped her small, thin, hand into his. He pulled his eyes from the front to glance sideways down at her. She smiled at his weary but gentle face, and rested her head on his shoulder, and he chuckled slightly, tucking back a short strand of blond hair behind her ear. She leaned on him, inhaling his familiar scent and looked down at her own glittering ring on her left hand. Grinning slightly, she turned her attention back to the soon-to-be newly wedded couple at the front of the tent.

"…I declare you bonded for life."

As stars, bells, and birds of paradise encircled them, Bill leaned down and kissed Fleur to tumultuous applause from their guests. Fleur wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly even after their kiss ended. Nuzzling her ear gently, Bill whispered, "I wish this moment could last forever."

"What eez zat supposed to mean?" Fleur responded playfully. "Do you theenk I will love you less now zat we are married?" Giggling throatily, she closed her eyes and sighed against his shoulder. "You will see," she murmured. "Eet will 'appen. We will be very 'appy."

"This dark time will pass," he agreed, never wanting to let her go

Your words were like a dream
Nymphadora turned her head to gaze up into Remus' worried expression. She sighed… why must he be so concerned? "Hey," she chided softly. "Don't be such a old coot." Her violet eyes sparkled mischievously at his raised eyebrows. She placed her ringed hand over her small belly. "Everything's going to be all right."
But dreams could never fool me
He smiled at her, to assuage her frustrations with him. Satisfied, she linked her arm in his, and turned to wave at Hermione. Remus sighed, as the thought resounded through his mind, "What have I done to my wife and unborn child?"

It's strange how we can be so happy here now, even though horrible things have just happened. Nymphadora's mood clouded over as she thought back to the previous week, when her mentor and dearest friend had fallen. The days at the Ministry all those years ago still felt like just yesterday. She smiled slightly at the memories of her Auror training, remembering the first time she had finally successfully blocked his stunning curse, only to stumble over her own cloak and land bottom-first into the flobberworm patch. In her panic to avoid his next hex that was certain to come, she had flung a handful of flobberworms at her mentor, who had in actuality leaned forward to offer her a hand up. Amidst the stream of swear words Alastor was shouting at her, the last sight she caught of him before she bolted out the door was him yanking a flobberworm out of his spinning blue eye as his foot slipped on another one and his buttocks hit the ground with a loud THUNK. Nymphadora laughed to herself. If only Mad Eye wasn't really gone.

Not that easily
Arthur watched George bound over to where his twin was standing with a few of Fleur's cousins. He heart swelled with pride as the girls laughed at something George had said, and yet it fell heavily in his chest as he watched his son's head turn and he caught sight of his missing ear. He watched George and Fred run over to Bill and Fleur and engulf the now shrieking couple in a massive group hug. "Oh, my boys," Arthur murmured with a smile and a tear shining in his eye. "What trials we pass to reach these moments of joy."

oooXooo