I don't want to go to sleep.
Why not?
I'm afraid that when I awake you'll be gone.
I'm afraid of that too.
Don't make me sleep.
I won't. We'll stay awake together, forever.
What do you mean she's dead?
She's gone, Ron. She was found with him, dead like he was.
Why?
What?
Why was she dead?
They don't know.
Then she's not.
Ron, but she is.
No! I want her kept somewhere; she's not dead so she can't be buried. Something like that Sleeping Betty you talked about. You may as well put him in there too. She'd kill me if she woke without—
She's dead! Gone! No more! You need to accept—
Hermione, if you love me, please, humor me. Find some spell that won't let their bodies change, but they can still wake up when they're ready. Ok. Please. She's not dead.
Ok, for you. I'll make it perfect.
He stood like a statue, still covered in the bronze glory of blood and victory. At what may as well have been the edge of the world all he could do was stare blankly, his eyes far away remembering the horrors of what he had just done.
A silent scream racked his body and he collapsed into oblivion. The hero of the day now lay broken and paralyzed, not dead but not alive.
Never again, he whispers before he finally slips away into the between world.
He is found four days later staring at what may be sky or ocean, fire or ice.
Five foot three. Hair black as black can be.
Standing triumphant, ankle deep in bodies and blood. There is a smile on her face as she looks at the carnage around her.
And for her, in that moment, the world smiles along.
Three years old, he understands more than most around him. Those set to guard him, to keep him safe stare confused at the mess in front of them. But he knows, he understands. And he might be the only one who does.
And they shall sleep forever
Like one in death
Until the world breaks apart
And again they are called upon
Some shall be left
Their cycle finally used up
They now are guardians
They now keep the traditions
They now keep the cycle
They now keep the world
In the beginning there were millions
In the end
2 are left behind
3 are immortal
1 is fighting
1 is following
1 is dying
And they shall sleep till the world calls
Like ones in death
When the world breaks
And again they are called upon
Ghosts will answer
Victory is still uncertain
Amongst the rubble
Eight should stand
But in the coming worlds
The outcome may now have changed
And they shall sleep forever
Until the world breaks apart
Forgiveness is all that's left
Bronze glory now to rust