It's the morning after the last battle, and Tom is finally gone.
Hogwarts still stands (barely).
There are more "shooting stars" for the weathermen to report.
Owls sweep across the country (again).
There is a new orphan, created mere hours ago.
His parents' bodies lie
together in a darkened room,
alone.
They have gone to be with their mourners;
their room is silent,
unlike
Fred Weasley's room- he too is dead-
where seven tongues of fire weep.
The eighth- a mirror image-
clings to Fred and is silent
as he questions how
he is ever supposed to grieve
for a loss no one would ever expect,
much less dare to concieve,
him, most of all.
It is the morning after the last battle-
Thus the last of the Marauders- gone.
Thus an orphan is made.
It is the morning after the last battle-
Thus Fred is dead.
Thus George is broken.