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Sax Rohmer 1
Fog lifts from the harbor, dawn goes down today
An agent crests the shadows of the nearby alleyway
Piles of broken bricks, sign posts on the path
Every moment points towards the aftermath
Yeah
"Bloody hell I was such a moron." Ron thought as he ran a hand through his unruly red hair. He sat by the side of the lake, watching the sun set and seeing it ripple in the water below. He wondered how Harry and Hermione were. Were they ok? Had they figured anything else out while he was gone?
He looked over at the Forbidden Forest because he could not bear to look at the castle behind him. Things were not the same as they used to be and it wasn't just the absence of his two friends. He didn't belong here anymore.
Sailors straggle back from their nights out on the town
Hopeless urchins from the city gather round
Spies from imperial China wash in with the tide
Every battle heads toward surrender towards both sides
Thing were so out of control. Stories of murders, explosions, prison breaks, robberies, disappearances echoed everywhere, making Ron's head pound a churn. People asked him almost every day. "Where is Harry? What is he doing? Tell him we believe in him." Everyone was counting so much on Harry. He was the only hope they had left.
Elves move in the tower, wolves howl in the hills
Chalk marks show up on a few high windowsills
And a rabbit gives up somewhere, and a dozen hawks descend
Every moment leads toward its own sad end
Yeah
They didn't talk about it, but he could feel everyone's silent disapproval. Ron was a deserter. He'd left the field of battle probably when he was needed the most. What hurt most was the disappointment he saw on the faces of his family. Everyone he knew was risking their lives and everything they had for this one hope and here was Ron, running away like the coward he'd always been. Always running, always hiding.
Ships loosed from their moorings capsize and then they're gone
Sailors with no captains watch awhile and then move on
And an agent crests the shadows and I head in her direction
All roads lead toward the same blocked intersection
Ron stood suddenly. He knew what he had to do. He turned to look at the castle, disgusted at what this once great institution had become. He grabbed the bag that sat at his feet, turned towards the forest, and ran. Only this time, he wasn't running away.
I am coming home to you
With my own blood in my mouth
And I am coming to you
If it's the last thing that I do