When most is gone.
And little is left.
Where do you turn?
What would be best?
When sobbing lightly,
Beside a tree.
And someone leans,
On bended knee.
You turn and grasp.
Your sanity, his mercy.
You tell him your story.
Of you. Them. We.
How Harry died.
And Ron went mad.
How Ginny passed.
Leaving you alone, angry, sad.
How you saw your best die,
You heard his last scream.
How his empty eyes,
Still haunt your dreams.
How Ron stays at home,
and sits on his bed.
How he blames you for Harry,
How he's lost his head.
How Ginny found Harry,
And ran far away.
How a dying wand sputtered,
And ended her pain.
How two hands wrapped,
around your chest.
Pulled you to safety,
Laid you to rest.
That's where you woke,
Cried despair and alarm,
Where you saw the knee,
Felt the arms.
Where two lips,
Pressed against your head.
Listened to you cry,
Every word you said.
Here. Present. Now.
You turn to thank your boy,
Lips meet yours.
The lips of Draco Malfoy.
When most is gone.
And little is left.
Where do you turn?
What would be best?
And little is left.
Where do you turn?
What would be best?
When sobbing lightly,
Beside a tree.
And someone leans,
On bended knee.
You turn and grasp.
Your sanity, his mercy.
You tell him your story.
Of you. Them. We.
How Harry died.
And Ron went mad.
How Ginny passed.
Leaving you alone, angry, sad.
How you saw your best die,
You heard his last scream.
How his empty eyes,
Still haunt your dreams.
How Ron stays at home,
and sits on his bed.
How he blames you for Harry,
How he's lost his head.
How Ginny found Harry,
And ran far away.
How a dying wand sputtered,
And ended her pain.
How two hands wrapped,
around your chest.
Pulled you to safety,
Laid you to rest.
That's where you woke,
Cried despair and alarm,
Where you saw the knee,
Felt the arms.
Where two lips,
Pressed against your head.
Listened to you cry,
Every word you said.
Here. Present. Now.
You turn to thank your boy,
Lips meet yours.
The lips of Draco Malfoy.
When most is gone.
And little is left.
Where do you turn?
What would be best?