"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?