The Boy Who Lived
The one with the power
to vanquish the Dark Lord
approaches ...
born to those
who have thrice defied him,
born as the seventh month dies ...
and the Dark Lord
will mark him as his equal,
but he will have power
the Dark Lord knows not ...
and either must die
at the hand of the other
for neither can live
while the other survives ...
the one with the power
to vanquish the Dark Lord
will be born
as the seventh month dies ...
It was a dull, grey Tuesday. The cloudy sky threatened rain, but it hadn't yet fallen.
"So it's true," Lily said. "The Longbottoms are dead."
It was true. Upstairs, Harry was asleep; not knowing it could have been him the Dark Lord went after. It hadn't been though.
"And Neville?"
"Dead."
She sat down on the couch. James sat down next to her.
It was only later that the Wizarding World heard that Dumbledore had disappeared that day. Some said he'd fled, some said he'd gone underground, some said he must be dead. But no one knew.
The War was over. Voldemort had won.
.
.
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