A short one-shot poem about one of the ladies after the final battle. You decide whom it is about and for whom they are looking. Thanks to Culumacilinte for the inspiration and the spurring.
Disclaimer: I am neither rich enough nor tall enough to be the author of Harry Potter. So, therefore, this does not belong to me at all.
She Walked
She walked
Around the debris
Through the rubble and
the bodies
Peaceful
How calm they looked
It startled her
Her comrades scattered
Before her eyes
She walked
On the cold
Ground full of the
lifeless
Dead, they all were
Perished
For her and for all
Gone so that
She might stay
She walked
In the disaster
That saved her
But killed for her
Rescue
To search
For the final blow
The last sacrifice
She walked
Almost past
The one she sought
But she saw then
Horrific
How unruffled he seemed
Almost sleeping
Never to awake
She stood
Silent as those
Beneath her
Surrounding her
Frozen
She was to the
Spot where he lay
Like the one she loved
She walked on