Author's Note: This poem is meant to take place after the Battle of Hogwarts. It was written with Ron and Hermione in mind since they're my OTP, but if there's another pairing you like better, then by all means feel free to envision them instead. I'm flexible.
Disclaimer: I don't think this is really necessary, but just in case, I don't own Harry Potter.
The sky was crying,
Weeping along with the couple
Nestled beneath the tree.
The horrors they'd witnessed
Were swirling through their minds;
Death and darkness and despair
Gripped them, smothered them.
The girl grasped the boy's hand,
Their fingers fitting like a lock and key.
She was soothed by the touch,
For he was her rock,
Her sturdy, strong source of strength,
And he wouldn't let her fall.
The boy's gaze met hers,
And though his eyes were empty,
His smile didn't waver.
His open hand reached over
And his calloused thumb caressed her cheek,
Wiping away the stains of her sorrow.
He placed his lips to her ear,
His warm breath blowing through
And carrying words of hope
That the sun would shine again
Someday, somehow, somewhere