So, imagine this as a sort of morbid AU of an AU in which everyone Jamie knows and loves has died and Voldemort wins. Wrote this ages ago, I don't even know what the original plot/story behind it was. Oh well, I think it's pretty nifty, if dark.

The first life was bliss and safety,

With dreams of innocence.

The second, love and friendship,

Living up to brilliance.

The third reeked desperation,

And tears forever shed.

The forth, a veil to cover,

The preceded, left for dead.

Four lives , each lived in moments,

Some good, and others not.

Lived not by several people,

But one soul, which God forgot.

One soul , still scorned by Mercy's gaze,

Left to hide in Number Four.

She sought , with lifeless, un-dead eyes,

A blade, pillaged from her war.

The faces swam before her,

As she stared unto her end.

Some brought anger, disappointment,

Some a never-mend.

And with steady hands, the blade did near,

Drawing closer to her mind.

No tears were left there to fall,

So her eyes returned in kind.

From blur came sudden focus,

Forgotten eyes came into sight.

Two sets, then three and more to come,

Tongues whispered, "Not tonight!"

Trembling came to her at once,

And a tear, at last, did fall.

Doubt came down upon her, until

"It's time to end it all."

And with that, the final plunge into,

Her broken heart, sharp struck.

Leaving, bleeding, dying, pain,

Forever more out of luck.

A war was lost that dreadful day,

And darkness came and thrived.

For those of light died living for,

The-Girl-Who-Went-And-Died.