"If We Dance"
Azul Bloom
HP/GW
When Harry told me it was for my own good, I wanted to say
what any hero's love would say,
"you have no right to make that decision
for me."
But I couldn't.
His eyes contained the whole war,
when he saw our Great Dumbledore fall.
They were empty,
yet full of the end to everything.
Tattered and beaten,
confused and yielding;
he knew exactly what was to be done.
And I knew I would not be by his side
as he did it
because he'd want it so.
So off they went,
into the distance, just them three. As it was meant to be,
I guess.
I watched them disappear
down the lake's shore, and I did nothing but sit
with my hands clasped on my lap.
So now, here I was, with my hands still on my lap
and my eyes on Bill and Fleur, just thinking about what it would be like
to be them.
And you stand before me, with a hand stretched forth,
asking for a dance.
Just a dance.
Just a dance?
Your hand is warm, your eyes even warmer.
I can see the end to everything in them,
still;
but I see the beginning of what isn't
but could have been
in your lips
as you smile
that solemn smile
for me.
The music plays and the people dance, but it's just you and me,
isn't it?
And now, if we dance, right here, right now,
can we just dance?
Can we just be you and me
and forget about the Ministry,
and the Order,
and the deaths,
and the sorrow.
Can we forget about Voldemort and Draco,
and Snape
and even Dumbledore?
Can we just dance?
If we dance.
If we dance?
