De Se Dire Adieu

by wolf.gren

Song fic. The world is not classified as good and bad. The battle is nearly over and too many have passed into the dark abyss. This is the story of a once vibrant part veela who must succomb to the mercy of death and finally say goodbye.

De Se Dire Adieu -- To say goodbye - By Madeline

Song fic. The world is not classified as good and bad. The battle is nearly over and too many have passed into the dark abyss. This is the story of a once vibrant part-veela who must succomb to the mercy of death and finally say goodbye.

Disclaimer I do not own 'Harry Potter' nor do I own 'Samba De Mon Coeur Qui Bat' by: Coralie Clément. If only

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Mon dieu que c'est lâche
Que c'est facheux

The end is approaching. With labored gasps, the fair maid whose body was strewn across the drenched battlefield choked on more of her own blood. Her once radiant locks of hair were now dyed a thick crimson instead of the silvery mist-like colour of the moon. She was broken. Never again able to be fully whole on the forsaken land to which she was mercilessly cursed to. Everyone she once loved and knew had either betrayed her or died in the attempt to fight the enemy. She had tried so hard to defy those against her. But she failed.

Quelle tragédie,quel tracas
Mon dieu que c'est vache
Mon amoureux est reparti là-bas
Mon dieu que c'est triste
Il m'aimait si peu
Moi je l'aimais tant je crois
Mon dieu tu t'en fiches
Toi tu n'as d'yeux
Que pour une autre que moi
Même si le temps passe
Je n'oublie pas

'The Chosen One', as many called him, lay motionless not but twenty yards away from the passing French woman. He had been their hope, their reason to courageously lay down their lives. With him gone, their savior, who would be there to give the remaining warriors a purpose to battle on? Nobody.

La samba
La samba des jours avec toi
La samba des jours avec toi
La samba de mon coeur qui bat
La samba
La samba des jours avec toi
La samba des jours avec toi
La samba de mon coeur qui bat
Samba de mon coeur qui bat

From deep within the sanctity of her being, the maiden shuddered with an enormous amount of pain. She had one last chance to contribute to the lost cause. One final chance to perhaps save someone's life, by destroying someone elses. She grotesquely rolled over onto her gaping stomach and managed to push herself into an upright position. It was then that she began to transform into a most alluring creature. With her devilishly red stained hair, elongated fingernails, and gore splattered body, she appeared to emit an ethereal glow to the darkness that surrounded her. With a hoarse scream she attacked the closest vile beast nearest her that was attempting to eat a small child. The match didn't last long before she ripped out the damned souls' heart.

Mon dieu que c'est moche
C'est ennuyeux
Tu t'es joué de moi
Mon dieu que c'est cloche
De se dire adieu
Et Paris est si froid
Mon dieu si tu existes même un peu
Ramène-moi
Mon aquarelliste
Si vaniteux
Qui ne peignait que moi

Across the raging battle, she faintly heard a voice calling out to her. It most have been her weakening imagination or too much lost blood, but in that instance she saw them. The ghosts of those who had been unable to carry on. Her mother, father, little sister, many of the red-headed family she had grown to love, and finally him. Her one true love. But he was not with them, not yet anyways. He was still battling on, presently unaware of the faces she was currently in a trance with. He would never know when exactly his young bride succombed to her demise. For the moment, she knew what she must do. She heavily struggled to meet her gentle sister's outstetched hands when at the last second, she turned away from them all. She gracefully wove her way towards him. She was already gone from this place, but she had to linger for one last time. As she silently stood in front of her husband she whispered:

Même si le temps passe

Je n'oublie pas

-Even if time passes, I will not forget-

And then she was gone. No more to have to witness the brutality of the harsh earth, no more to have to mourn for the innocent, no more to see the light shine out of those who could not defend themselves. No more. She could finally live without fear, in pure bliss with those she loved.

De Se Dire Adieu