Hello
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
He knelt by her body, no sure of what to do. He couldn't guess the condition she was in. Rain clouds had gathered, casting an ominous shadow over everything. The air was still and thick with the promise of rain. He tried shaking her to get her to wake up. He was now having difficulties breathing.
Has no one told you she's not breathing, hello
I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to, hello
He didn't want to believe. He wanted everything to be normal again. He couldn't believe what he had just done, what he had made him do. He wouldn't believe it. He felt that he had no hand in this. He felt helpless in the worst possible manner. He was so over whelmed with grief, ever since the killings started with Cedric, then Cho, then Ron, then and Sirius. He was even mourning the Dursley's. He was mourning everyone, young or old, friend or foe. He just wanted to be a normal person. He couldn't throw off the Imperius Curse even though he knew what he would be made to do. He was tired; he gave in realizing the inevitable. He hoped he hadn't harmed her.
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
He was tired, so tired. People were acting like he was something that needed to be fixed something that needed help. They couldn't give him the help he needed.
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken, hello
I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
He started to cry. He couldn't stop. One by one his tears hit her body below him in her casket. The first coffin he bought for the dead was for her. He thought that she should have the best. He was over come with grief. All those had had loved had been killed, then came the one most close to him. He knew that he killed her. He didn't mean to, he was hoping that his grief would make his magic weaker. Instead it was magnified to a terrifying degree. That was what leads him to his revenge.
Don't cry
All he could remember was the day before. Nothing went on like normal the day after, no matter how hard he tried. Every one left was either hurt or mourning. He was in the latter group, because of her, because of what he did. He couldn't stand the silence. Nothing made a sound, there was no wind, and everything was still. It was the calm before the rain. He was having difficulties doing everything. Garish images were haunting his dreams.
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping, hello
I'm still here all that's left of yesterday
Yesterday was when he killed her. Then killed Voldemort in revenge. Who knew that grief made everything more powerful? Well of course she did, but that was no help to him then. Only afterwards did he find that out. He was wondering himself how a 16 year old could kill the most powerful wizard since Dumbledore himself. Of course the old man was dead now. He was gone so there was nothing he could do, nowhere to go. He now had no home to go to; even the Dursley's were gone. He was the only one to have survived the ending to the war yesterday. Suddenly a fork of lightning lit up the sky, and a resounding clap of thunder broke the deathly silence. The tears he had so valiantly been trying to hold in came pouring out with the noise. He looked up at the sky and went to join his lover. As his words still lingered in the air, the rain started.
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
He knelt by her body, no sure of what to do. He couldn't guess the condition she was in. Rain clouds had gathered, casting an ominous shadow over everything. The air was still and thick with the promise of rain. He tried shaking her to get her to wake up. He was now having difficulties breathing.
Has no one told you she's not breathing, hello
I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to, hello
He didn't want to believe. He wanted everything to be normal again. He couldn't believe what he had just done, what he had made him do. He wouldn't believe it. He felt that he had no hand in this. He felt helpless in the worst possible manner. He was so over whelmed with grief, ever since the killings started with Cedric, then Cho, then Ron, then and Sirius. He was even mourning the Dursley's. He was mourning everyone, young or old, friend or foe. He just wanted to be a normal person. He couldn't throw off the Imperius Curse even though he knew what he would be made to do. He was tired; he gave in realizing the inevitable. He hoped he hadn't harmed her.
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
He was tired, so tired. People were acting like he was something that needed to be fixed something that needed help. They couldn't give him the help he needed.
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken, hello
I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
He started to cry. He couldn't stop. One by one his tears hit her body below him in her casket. The first coffin he bought for the dead was for her. He thought that she should have the best. He was over come with grief. All those had had loved had been killed, then came the one most close to him. He knew that he killed her. He didn't mean to, he was hoping that his grief would make his magic weaker. Instead it was magnified to a terrifying degree. That was what leads him to his revenge.
Don't cry
All he could remember was the day before. Nothing went on like normal the day after, no matter how hard he tried. Every one left was either hurt or mourning. He was in the latter group, because of her, because of what he did. He couldn't stand the silence. Nothing made a sound, there was no wind, and everything was still. It was the calm before the rain. He was having difficulties doing everything. Garish images were haunting his dreams.
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping, hello
I'm still here all that's left of yesterday
Yesterday was when he killed her. Then killed Voldemort in revenge. Who knew that grief made everything more powerful? Well of course she did, but that was no help to him then. Only afterwards did he find that out. He was wondering himself how a 16 year old could kill the most powerful wizard since Dumbledore himself. Of course the old man was dead now. He was gone so there was nothing he could do, nowhere to go. He now had no home to go to; even the Dursley's were gone. He was the only one to have survived the ending to the war yesterday. Suddenly a fork of lightning lit up the sky, and a resounding clap of thunder broke the deathly silence. The tears he had so valiantly been trying to hold in came pouring out with the noise. He looked up at the sky and went to join his lover. As his words still lingered in the air, the rain started.