Hugo Weasley's eyes suddenly lost their vivid spark as he left this world to join those who had passed before. His grandchildren would miss him, he knew but time and tide waited for no man, his time to leave had come. When he next opened his eyes, the familiar faces of his childhood awaited him, there was his sister,
Rose, and his parents, smiling down on him as he became aware of his surroundings. He sat in a room, cozy but large. As he saw it, red and gold hangings were suspended from the beams and a fire blazed in the hearth. Rose saw it differently, she saw the grandeur of malfoy manor, the home that she once had, ornamented with Ravenclaw blue.
Death catered for every soul differently, and the circle was brought full circle as families were reunited in the caring arms of death. In death, the great Harry Potter finally met his parents and grandparents. He got to apologise to the wronged friends that he couldn't say goodbye to. The younger generations were the saddest as their children lived still and could not join them yet. And although they had infinite potential when they lived their parents could not help but to miss them.
I have been listening to the song "will the circle be unbroken?" Recently. This has caused me to think. Here I present the results of my musings. Enjoy!
I have been listening to Adrisaurus' cover on YouTube. Check her out, she's awesomesocks personified.