Believing

They can laugh all they want. They can steal her shoes. But she doesn't care. Because she's not really weird. What we call weird she calls believing. And she's right. Millions of people can die but she'll still be there. Holding your hand. Talking in her dreamy way. Not speaking but simply understanding. She smiles at you. Looking into your eyes and believing. Believing that everything will be alright, and that it's ok. It's over now. She herself might be affected by it. Her eyes a little sadder. But she can still find something to believe in. She takes the sword out of your hand and casts it away into the rubble. The hurt is overwhelming but she persuades you to battle. You don't hear McGonagall's speech because she's just sitting beside you and thats all that matters. Somehow she makes it easier, easier to stand the death and hurt. She is your everything and you know that you love her.