'Skyscraper'

Lily Evans/Ginny Molly Wesley/Lily Luna Potter

'You can take everything I have; you can break everything I am, like I'm made of Glass, like I'm made of Paper.'

You can take everything we have. You've already taken it all. But you'll see eventually, you'll see in the end. They say divide and conquer. But darling, we're united. And as strong as we will ever be .3 generations of fighters. Together.

Lily Evans

'Skies are crying, I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands'

I look around the room, spotting some familiar faces look at me and shoot a weak smile my way. I can't muster up enough strength to return them. I stand up and walk across the dull, mundane room. Resting my cracked hands on the window sill, I look outside and sigh. It's like mother earth knows that Voldemort is around, and can't be bothered to make it nice and sunny to cheer us up. Not that that would work.

I blink, shutting my eyes momentarily, tears burning my eyes, memories of Hogwarts flooding back. When Alice and Frank were ok and when they still remembered me. When Marlene was still alive and Sirius was his usual, giddy self. When Hestia was still talking to us.

Ginny Weasley

Only silence, as it's ending, like we never had a chance.
Do you have to make me feel like, there's nothing left of me?

I open my eyes and stare at the remains of the DA. Memories of the good-old-days haunting me. I close my eyes once again, feeling a single tear trickle down my face. I breathe in, my hand trembling as I walk towards the portrait entrance and open the door, tapping the locks combination beforehand. I know what's coming, and what's worse is that I know it's coming soon. In fact, it's already started. It started the second Neville walked in here with Harry. I slowly, carefully tiptoe through the tunnel, and come face-to-face with yet another empty room. Abeforth must've gone to fight. 'Like everyone else in this place,' Says my mind 'Shut up.' I reply, forcing down the tears. When I return to the Room, I look outside the window, my only portal to the war that's going on outside. I see another fighter fall, and a fresh stab of pain hits me as I see the bright pink hair of Nymphadora Tonks hit the ground. It will never change colour again.

Lily Potter

I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper

I sigh, hating that we are told the story every year, like it's actually good for us. Sure it's interesting, but should we be learning about it, year after dreary year? It's not like it doesn't affect out daily life? I see the looks that Scorpius is given every day, the looks that he doesn't deserve. I see the way my brother gets hurt, when his 'friends' ditch him. He knows that they only talk to him because he's the son of the legendary 'Harry Potter.' The war may be over, we may have risen above it, and we may be growing. But, at the same time echoes, marks, impressions of the war still stay. I see my boyfriend's expression hardens as he begins talking about how the Malfoys were in Voldemort's inner circle. I inwardly sigh, and slip my hand into his. Squeezing it slightly.

I guess they'll get over it eventually, but when they do, we'll be taller than ever. Taller than a Skyscraper

A/N;

Hii:) It's been awhile since I posted thought of this came to me while I was in the shower. (I know, I know, TMI) Based off Demi Lovato's 'SkyScraper.

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-BiBi