The End
I'm almost dead,
and barely breathing.
And yet no one could be more happy.
A reminder like a solem glance,
a shiver of hope in the middle of darkness,
a war now finished.
A crumb of Hogwarts'
former granduer standing in it's wake.
Shrouded in thought knowing,
"Man, my Gran will be proud."
But now I don't care.
My only care in the world is that it's over.
The War.
The Final Battle.
It was done,
and we had won it.
And for once,
I had helped.
Someday, everyone will know me,
for being almost dead,
and barely breathing.