Disclaimer: Not mine, no money is being made off of this and all recognizable characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and subsequent copyrights and publishers.

Author's Note: AU, HET, SONG FIC, and Character Death.

Song : Hallelujah - Rufus Wainwright

~*~ Maybe There's a God Above? ~*~

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?

It was raining at this time of year, oddly fitting he decided. She had loved the rain, loved to listen to it pelting down against the windows, would sit for hours listening to it coming down. He chuckled; she would get so mad afterwards. All that time she had lost when she could have been studying.

It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

They had been so young, so carefree. She had made him laugh when Sirius was lost. She was right there to hold his hand at the small funeral that was had, she hadn't laughed at his tears.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

The wind whistled through the trees, it sounded to him like a scream of agony. He wished he could yell out in a similar manner. The rain was stopping, and in its place fog was forming.

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty
in the moonlight
overthrew you

She had made him dance for hours in the pale moonlight, to make sure that he wouldn't trip over his own feet and embarrass himself. She had been so beautiful as she laughed when he had spun her around and into a dip.

She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne,
she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Her voice had keep him grounded when Malfoy had pushed him too far and the tenuous grasp on his magic had started to fail. It had always been her, stolen kisses in the common room after everyone went to bed. Cuddling in the moonlight when they should have been practicing spells. She had fussed for hours over his robes before standing proud beside him for Dumbledore's funeral. She had been radiant for Bill's wedding. He had a picture somewhere.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

His breath caught when the procession made it to the crypt, the same place where Dumbledore had been laid to rest. He almost protested, she would have been wanted to be buried in the earth, next to her parents, under that yew tree a little ways down a row from where his parents rested.

Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you

Looking back it didn't make sense why he had survived and she hadn't. Oh he knew there was a logical reason, fate or something. Destiny had become his cold comfort.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

They had brought in a catholic priest, it didn't matter, and she would have hated it all. But one thing he knew for sure was that he would keep his head up, at least for the moment. If she could be strong in her last moments on the earth, as her precious life blood soaked into the dirt as he held her close, he could keep a dry eye and his chin up for her funeral.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

She would never laugh again.

There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?

She was always a step ahead of him, he never minded. He was proud of her, they had complimented each other in those ways. She had the brains and he could do anything she needed him to do, everything but keep her safe.

Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

The last few years had been rough on everyone, none more so then them; moving from spot to spot, never in one place for more than a few days. Hoping, preying they would survive to finish this thing, this war of the world.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Nothing mattered anymore, it was all dreary and dark now. She had been his light when the darkness took over. She had been his savior. His statement as he had asked for her hand in marriage was that he could save everyone else as long as she would stand beside him and save him from everyone else. She had said yes.

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

The room was cold and dark, like it had been since he had been given the place almost a month ago. The last of the Death Eaters had been rounded up. Now they just had to find Voldemort and it would all be over. Everything she had worked for and hoped for would come to pass, without her.

It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

The chamber Voldemort had over taken was spectacular once upon a time. Their battle was nothing less than the chamber deserved. With all the colors of the rainbow reflecting back at them from the spells flying all around, it was almost a relief to see the curse she had designed work on Voldemort. He never saw the manic gleam, he never saw the curse. Some one cried out and he turned, the soft green light didn't seem scary. It welcomed him, it felt like her arms wrapping around him when everything got too much. With a sigh he let it envelope him.

Hallelujah

They buried him next to her; it was the highest honor to be buried in the crypt at Hogwarts.

Hallelujah

Ron almost snorted. They both would have hated it. Wanting to be closer to their family's as they hadn't been able to do in life.

Hallelujah

Ron sighed, it was fitting that he was the only one left, the one to make sure they weren't forgotten.

Hallelujah

When it came his turn to say goodbye he just smiled and laid the two simple white roses down, one for Harry Potter, and the other for Hermione Granger Potter. He would see them again and hoped they were happy.

Hallelujah

It was time to rebuild so there would forever be someone to tell the tale of the two lovers who brought Voldemort and the Death Eaters to their knees singlehandedly.

Hallelujah

As Ron turned away from the crypt, he smiled. The sun was coming out.