When the evening falls and the daylight is fading,
from within me calls - could it be I am sleeping?
The sound of the victory drums can be heard in the distance. Harry Potter has defeated Lord Voldemort. Draco had chosen to side with the good at the last minute. His father wasn't too happy about it, but he didn't care. He cared for nothing anymore. He looked around himself at all the bodies lying scattered on the ground and people around them crying and crying. He looked at the sunset as it fell behind the group around Potter in the distance. He dragged his sword heavily as he walked in that direction.
For a moment I stray, then it holds me completely.
close to home - I cannot say.
close to home feeling so far away.
He stopped when he noticed a glint of red in the corner of his eye. He strayed for a second to see what it was. It was the youngest Weasley girl. He looked at her cold body on the ground before kneeling down next to her. He wondered if the other Weasley's knew. She looked so alone, just like he was. She was so alone like he was. Back at Hogwarts he always saw her by herself. Hogwarts...he missed it. He could see it in the distance, but it wasn't itself anymore. Gloom and age had fallen upon his heart and the warmth of Hogwarts no longer existed.
As I walk there before me a shadow
from another world, where no other can follow.
He brushed a strand of hair off her face before standing up and walking on, but he couldn't. As he saw the group of people celebrating the death of the Dark Lord, he felt a sense of being unwelcome. He wasn't part of them, he never was. He fought for them, but he never fought for himself. Their happiness was another world that he could never be apart of. He hung his head in sadness. There was no where for him.
carry me to my own, to where I can cross over...
close to home - I cannot say.
close to home feeling so far away.
He looked back at the young Weasley. She was never part of the group either. She was around them, but she was never part of them. He saw it with everyday. He felt a special bond with her. He kneeled back to the little red head and took her hand gracefully. It was ice cold. They could have built a world of their own together, that no one else could be a part of. But that idea was to be lost for forever, for it could never happen. He could not make a world on his own, it would be foolish to try.
Forever searching; never right, I am lost
in oceans of night. Forever
hoping I can find memories.
those memories I left behind.
He cried. He cried as he held on to the hand of ice that once was full of warmth. He took a deep breath and stood up. There was no where for him to go. No matter where he went he would be alone. Loneliness was his state of being. He looked once again into the horizon and then walked away from the celebration and towards Hogwarts, in hopes of regaining the feelings that were lost in time.
Even though I leave will I go on believing
that this time is real - am I lost in this feeling?
like a child passing through, never knowing the reason.
He walked through the empty corridors of Hogwarts. Shadows of students who once walked these halls continued to walk on past him. But only as shadows. He ran his fingers against the wall gently, trying to grasp the feeling he once had when he first entered Hogwarts. But his heart never fluttered a bit. Would he be lost in this feeling of dread for the rest of his life? Would he never feel the joy of just being alive anymore? He would just have to continue moving on as if nothing around him made sense to him. It didn't make sense to him. Why was he so different from everyone else?
I am home - I know the way.
I am home - feeling oh, so far away.