God On High

by EmmyRose92

In the hours before the final battle, Dumbledore, Molly and Ginny Weasley reflect on what is to come, and all that they could lose.

Disclaimer - I, unfortunately, do not own the characters or the song lyrics. The song is "God On High" from the fantastic musical, "Les Mis"

A/n - Hey readers :) this is my first story, and is very short! It's been on my laptop for such a long time, and I just thought, Yer why not. Let me know what you think please.

EmmyRoseCullen

God on high
Hear my prayer
in my need
you have always been there

He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home

Albus Dumbledore sat on his bed staring out at the stars above. Too long had he waited for this day, for the boy to be ready, but now that it had come he just wanted it to end. For better or for worse, this was the day that would decide the fate of the wizarding world, and it was all down to one boy. Harry Potter.

He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
And will be gone.

Ginny Weasley stood on the steps of Hogwarts castle, gazing out onto the grounds before her. In the distance a lone Threstral soared above the forbidden forest, seemingly oblivious to the disastrous world that surrounded its existence. The wind blew hesitantly though the trees, making the grass sweep in patterns across the earth below it.

She knew in the depths of her heart that the day had come, and that nothing could stop the onslaught that was to come. But she wished with all her soul that something, anything, could.

Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy

Merely 3 flights of stairs above Ginny Weasleys' hunched figure sat her mother, wistfully watching the horizon. Molly Weasley was never one to be afraid for her own life, only caring that her brood of children, both biological and practically adopted, would be safe from harm.

"As if" she muttered to herself, slouching further into her chair. It was a well known fact between friend and foe that the Weasleys were in danger. The family would be truly blessed if they made it out of this war alive, and even more so if her youngest son survived …

"No, I mustn't think like that. Harry will beat You-Know-Who, and survive!" Molly Weasley stood suddenly, knocking the chair away from the window. Abruptly she turned away from the soon-to-be battlefield and went off in search of her family to share one final moment together.

You can take
You can give
Let him be
Let him live
If I die, let me die
Let him live
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.