Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
All Was Well
The children, the children, oh, where to start?
They must've taken their parents' words to heart!
The assurance, the reasons, they all were a lie
It hurts, it stings, you might just cry.
First comes Teddy, wouldn't you say?
He has too much guilt, it won't decay
He wanders, he wanders, to get to the light
Only to find, that it isn't all right.
And Victoire, the beauty, how to begin?
She lost so many, so many kin!
She can't watch a match, not a pretty sight
Not at all since her sister took flight.
In the world of Dominique, take the dare!
The rage, the anger, oh, it's all there
There's not an escape, though she flew with a start
Until she fell and she fell, took it to heart.
And Louis, the one I'd have to declare
Falling silent through pain, weren't you aware?
Look away, look away, from the market you saw
It ended a life, not a voice screaming raw.
Oh golly, dear Molly, taken so soon?
Fourteen years old, far from a goon
The Alley was the field, not a shop to obtain
The schoolbooks desired, cross the summer rain.
And next comes Lucy, the girl with the claw
The raven not looking, not for a law
She's seen the corpses, they're in the nightmares
But what is fun, without a good scare?
And then enters Fred, not one to look
Him in the eye, that's all it took
But loss and confinement, it ended his run
Because prison for years, is far from good fun.
Roxanne, Roxanne, one disappearance too much?
Cut off from a family, removing all touch
You've heard this before, from tales of afar
But all rumours ended, with precisely a car.
Oh Rose, dear please, it's all too late
You lost him because none predict fate
But the guilt, oh, how it consumes you whole
Not one will tell why, not a single soul.
And then there's Hugo, gone with no trace
Tragedy is a package that's tied up with lace!
Twelve, not a teen, and childhood lost
And the cold is merely topped with a bout of frost
On the bus you might find, James Potter the one
Owning the danger, with one misstep, he's done!
Same age as his namesake, taken his pay
On the ground in the forest, he lies far away.
Albus Severus, quite a name, won't you say?
Lost two of importance, caught in the fray
He runs, oh, he runs, of a past held there
For the Potter home reeks of scents of a lair.
Lily, poor Lily, whatever went wrong?
Curses and taunts, the shadows stretch long
Dark magic, they say, it rips you apart
But then it's too late, recovery won't start.
Scorpius, sir, caught in the line!
What's right, what's wrong, no need to pine!
For the past is as lost as the stone by the trees
He's done, he's just done, with this woman's decrees.
Lysander, that boy, his father's distraught
He's not the one he wanted, not the right of the lot
Tried, oh, he tried, to keep them saved!
But the corpse in the pipe, it stays engraved.
'All was well', what'd you have in mind?
Was the world cold, because it never was fine
And so, despite wars and the amount the parents tried
It doesn't erase the fact that they lied.
A/N: Lorcan isn't here because of a Headcannon I found. The subject will be addressed in the upcoming fic: Shattered Winds and Summer Skies.
Unlike my crackfic, this is truly how I view the next generation. I didn't mind the Epilogue, for say, but it's not going to be happy for these kids in the end. It just isn't.
These stories will be further addressed in the upcoming project. I vaguely stated what I believe are hardships for them, but I'm not going to say what exactly is going on here.
I know, I need to update my other stories. But I'm sort of transitioning to HP for the time being, so there's that.
As for the upcoming project, if you liked this fic and want to see more of these characters, then go right ahead and read it. I'm not stopping you. However, the project will be much more mature than this, with violence and tragedy, romance and loss, and will deal with the same matters here, except I'm done keeping it vague.
I'm just done.
Feel free to leave a review. I hope some of you found this twisted tale to be entertaining.
Thanks for reading.
—E