Young Volcanoes

-kheelwithit-

I don't own Harry Potter

When Rome's in ruins

We are the lions

Free of the coliseums.

Everyone stood in the ruins of something that was once great, the castle, now just rubble.

Weird enough, Harry didn't feel sad at all for the loss of his only home.

Just... free.

To do whatever he wanted. Not that he knew what that was.

In poison places,

We are anti-venom,

We're the beginning of the end

The Golden Trio were at a loss of what to do next.

An entire life time spent fighting for a war that was over, they shared a bittersweet feeling of pointlessness.

The only thing they could think was left...

was to be happy.

Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds,

And it's all over now before it has begun,

We've already won.

The aurours were everywhere in the days after the war, always rounding up the last defiant Death Eaters.

Harry, now part of them, was being run ragged and drowned in paperwork.

He hated his job and quit three months later.

He got a job as a Professor instead.

We are wild, we are like young volcanoes

We are wild, Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby? Yeah!

Teddy was growing up so fast. He already had a crush.

Victoire.

He gave her a ring.

Said he wants to marry her and make her feel special.

The kid is seven.

Come on

Make it easy, say I never mattered

Run it up the flagpole

Severus Snape was dealing with serious issues.

Potter rescued him.

All Severus wanted after the war was over was a dignified death.

Fate just likes to fuck Severus over though.

Which would explain why he's currently cuddling Potter in post-orgasmic bliss.

Being alive isn't really that bad.

We will teach you how to make boys next door

Out of assholes

Draco stood at Hermoine's door,

flowers in hand and blushing like a schoolboy.

Who knew such an asshole would turn into Hermoine's fiance?

Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds,

And it's all over now before it has begun,

We've already won.

Albus waited tensely for the sorting hat to decide his fate.

He never would have guessed it would scream Ravenclaw.

His father beamed at him from the teacher's table.

He was still accepted.

We are wild, we are like young volcanoes

We are wild, Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby? Yeah!

Scorpio glared defiantly at his father, unashamed to admit his feelings for Rose.

He'd never been more surprised when he laughed and told him to bring her over for lunch someday.

We are wild, we are like young volcanoes

We are wild, Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby? Yeah!

Harry looked over his students from the teachers table and smiled, if only for himself.

The next generation was running free and wild,

Explosive with feelings that ran hot and burned bright.

He just...

He didn't know.

But he was happy not knowing.

It would come in time,

And harry had more of that than he could have ever hoped.