Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the good thing is - JKR neither ;o) Take the lyrics, for example, Lifehouse owns that. Amen.
Summary: Drabble – life goes on after the last war against Voldemort. What has happened? We don't know. Is it even important? There have been sacrifices. Memory and loss…
A/N: My first step in the Harry Potter-world of FanFiction. My first step with drabbles. I know, this one's short, without the lyrics exactly 100 words, but – this is no One-Shot, stay with me! There gonna be different scenes and… some characters. Hope my English is good enough, I'm German and 15, so no English professor. Constructive critism is always warmly welcome!
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Dimidia
Stumbling I fall away it's hard to make a change
Easy to be who you are when no one knows your name
Walking past the lonely walls with eyes as cold as stone
Climb inside the emptiness it's safe when you're alone
„If you knew...", he says.
He says it a lot lately, then he's quiet. Later it is dark inside and outside the clouds are moving so fast, you can hardly see the moon. It doesn't matter anyway, because he doesn't look outside. He looks through the room, but his eyes are shut, because the moonlight is in spite of the clouds standing in the room and reproaching.
Since two months he can't sleep inside.
In the morning, when the sky is painted with pastel, they often find him in the backyard, beneath the stone in which 'Fred Weasley' is engraved.
Don't be alarmed
Don't be afraid of what you are
Just turn around
Everybody is someone
Everybody is someone