So many names… Do they know who they keep in their graveyard?
Generation after generations, long-dead or moved on. They don't live in Godric's Hollow anymore…
Ignotus Peverell… Does he know where his cloak is now? How it didn't save James Potter, but it saved his son? The son that is now looking for an answer, in this, the graveyard of bravery, as to why the world keeps turning when for all intents and purposes, his has stopped?
But all of our worlds are interconnected, and my world is still turning. So is the Wizarding World. Sometimes I feel as if we're the only thing keeping it that way. I can never understand why things are the way they are; can anyone? But while we're still here, awake and fighting, our world will go on. Even if we have to hand-crank it day by day.
But at the house, the sign, not so much the sign itself, but the words on it, show that we are not alone. The Wizarding World is behind us, and they are hoping…
Sometimes it's all we can do to remember to keep breathing, and know that we are still here. And we will not give up, even when our world is close to stopping… Take comfort in that. While we and our brothers and sisters are still standing, Voldemort can never truly win.
The world will remember our names.
Under the kissing-gate
In the snow
With Christmas bells sounding
Young ones go
To the place
That started it all
When something breaks,
Something mends
Something begins,
Something ends
As one is lost,
One is found
And two watch sadly
Without a sound
The mundane world gladly
Slumbers on,
The world unseen tiredly
Marches on,
On their shoulders they carry
the hope that this war can be won
And it's so close and yet so far
"Good luck Harry…
Wherever you are."
A/N Some of you may recognize this from my one-shot collection, Names. But I was kind of proud of this, and thought I might expand on it! Should I? Please review!
Love, Leviosa