We All Fall Down

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Nameless, Reckless

The war. It didn't have a name; nobody wanted to name it. Naming it would mean it had really come, that war was upon us, becoming us. We tried to stop it, but ignoring and denying it was more important. Another war isn't possible, we would say.

Days passed, shock fell upon the wizarding world. Rumors passed; they were the air we breathed, the food we consumed; we consumed it as it consumed us.

The boy. He has ended the last war and sparked its sequel. The world, hopeless, looked to him. They saw the scar and translated it to hero; protector; hope. His life had been spared, avoided the unavoidable; but in life death plagued him. Armies fell because of him, for him. The boy; Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the boy who gave us hope.

The boy who became the Dark Lord; he was young, brilliant, innocent.

Deception

It burned in his blue eyes; blue fire. Time had changed them red; blood had changed them red. Tom Riddle, the boy who became Lord Voldemort. He was death, torture, and fear. Time, blood, and fear had created Lord Voldemort.

They clashed. Harry vs. Tom; green against red (blue); the boy who lived fighting the boy who became. Murder or be murdered, those were the cards they were dealt. The odds (life) were against them.

Fear

It was life; life now, the world of innocence and carefree had vanished. They had hope; they had Harry.

It began and ended with blinding green; the light finally consuming its long awaited victim. Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He was a hero; protector; he was hope. He was dead.

They bowed before him or they crumpled at his feet, dead

The End

Ring around the Rosie

Pocketful of posies

Ashes, ashes

WE ALL FALL DOWN!

Authors Note: I know the little song is about the Black Death, but it does suit the ficlet very well.