The River of His Blood

By: M. Melody

Disclaimer: I owe it all to JKR for the basis and characters and Katie S. for the excerpt

Song: Like a River by: Marti Lunn Lantz and David Lantz III

Like a river ever flowing onward from the mountains to the sea; on we go where e'er life takes us, like a river running free.

I wish that I were with him, traveling from mountain to sea. Why doesn't he see that I can handle it? I love him, but of course my life's river is his blood, so I must listen, even thought he heart has been ripped from my chest. Why must he do this?

Like a river changing its direction, charting paths where e'er it flows, such is life; it is ever changing; no one knows where it may go.

Life. It sucks. A spontaneous love admittance, in front of the whole house that I've been dreaming of happening since I was 10. And then he goes away with Dumbledore, and they came. It hurt to see everyone getting hit with curses, being killed, and then Snape turned against us, he died. Dumbledore did. And then, on top of it all, Harry left with Ron and Hermione. What a path to chart. A path straight through my heart, it carved right through. What's next? Tell me, what's next?

Like a river running free. Flowing onwards to the sea. Life keeps moving, moving onward, like a river running free.

A river of blood to a sea of tears. But, of course, life keeps going, there's nothing I can do to stop it, no way I can stop Harry from continuing on his way. Talk about a sucky life. Dead leader, love left and might not make it back, river of blood to sea of tears.

Like a river flowing gently 'til the wind tossed waves we see. Life has storms, then the calm that follows, like a river running free.

Every year started gentle, and then the trouble came, Harry's first year, Philosopher's Stone and Voldemort for his 2nd time. My first year; Chamber of Secrets, Voldemort for the 3rd time. My year 2; Sirius, Pettigrew, not quite Voldemort, but the man responsible for Harry's parents' deaths and Voldemort's slave. And then, his year 4; Voldemort's back. Year 5, the fight at the ministry. And now this past year, it just seems like we're out of a sea of tears but in an ocean. God I love him, and yet I hate him.

"She tried to bite back angry tears that had been haunting her since the day they started fighting about it – but found that she could no more get them to stop than to get Ron to like a spider. He was leaving her to go somewhere to do something crazy with his two best friends. He was going to save the world while she was stuck at home like a loyal pet."

Like a river running free.

My life is a river of blood, a sea of tears, and an ocean of love mingled with hate. If only the river of blood would stop flowing, the sea of tears dry up. The love in that ocean come back and spark between Harry and me, I love him, I need him, he's my world, my life is the river of his blood.