Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, and the plot has roughly been taken from Bob Dylan.
October 31, 2005
It was odd to see the people gathered. This was the last meeting of the Order, and everyone knew it. They came from far and wide, wizards and witches, centaurs and elves. All knowing that the evil around them has been growing. They have accepted that soon the evil could mean their untimely end, yet they will fight to the death if they have to. "you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone." Those were the rules that were mentioned.
There were journalists at this meeting also, each guessing what the outcome would be. Each asking questions. Each watching intently for a news break. Each knowing that they won't get another chance like this again. However it was curious that they wouldn't speak about what they were writing. I'm guessing it's because it's too early to tell who the victor will be. "For the loser now could be later to win," or so whispers of encouragement were saying.
There was no surprise that the ministry wasn't involved. Even though we pleaded and begged. All that I can hope for now is that they don't get in our way because the battle outside is violent. I heard that"It'll soon shake our windows and rattle our walls," not that this news is surprising.
There are mothers and fathers embracing their kids not wanting them to fight. I just hope they won't criticize what they don't want to understand, because their son's and daughters are now beyond their command. They need to fight for their freedom. They are strong and powerful, I know because I taught them. They are ready for this. All I have to say is "Get out of their way if you can't lend your hand." It's a fact that parent's will do them no favors, they are in my mindtoo emotionally attached.
October 3, 2005
In the last minutes. Curses were flying everywhere. The golden boy was gaining in strength, his history was being written, even though the Order was rapidly fading. Voldemort had finally come in last and a roar of shouts celebrated singing, "For the times they are a-changin'."
Severus Snape put down his quill. He didn't particularly feel like writing much today. He was just happy to be alive. He glanced around the infermary and smiled his first real smile in years. The three he had wanted to protect during their child hood had made it. He stood up and crossed to one of the beds, and brushed an untamed lock off of the forehead of the girl sleeping there. She was the only member of the "dream team" that was here. He knew that she was the rock that grounded the other two, and for this he was thankful. If it wasn't for her his life would surely have been lost. Sighing, he sunk into the chair next to her bed and fell asleep, dreaming that the times were really changing.
I know, it's supper short, but I hope it was powerful.