Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (sigh) or Humpty Dumpty (does anyone have the rights to that?...)
Anyway, enjoy.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Harry lifted the sword of Gryffindor, and the army before him roared, each gripping their wands and weapons tightly, their fear gone, replaced by the courage only a true leader can give.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
For all their courage, they didn't last long. Too late, they found no matter what confidence courage gave them, it was no match for the skilled bloodlust of their opponents. Harry could only watch as he led his allies to slaughter, like lambs they willingly went, trusting their shepherd, their saviour. They won, but it wasn't a victory, not by a long shot.
All the king's horses and all the king's men,
Tonks sighed, leaning her head against the closed door, "Harry..." She began, only to stop, how could she offer words of comfort to him when she herself had none.
Ron stared listlessly at the stone that marked the grave of his family. Looking down at the single cheery, yellow daffodil, bright and vibrant against the blanket of white snow on the ground. With a sigh, he placed the flower before the stone, turned and walked away. Frost crept across the petals. Fat, salty drops sat frozen where they landed.
Hermione's hands trembled, they would always trembled now, a result of an unknown dark curse, she cursed as the ink from her quill smeared across the parchment, she closed her eyes biting her lip as tears quivered at the end of her lashes.
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
They found him at the bottom of the astronomy tower, broken against the unforgiving ground. The weeping sky had washed the crimson blood into the dark grass, each drop of rain beaded on his pale skin, caught in a motionless glittering pause, before it trembled and fell to the earth. They told the world he had slipped. Even as they spoke, the words were like heavy ash on their tongues. No one believed their words, not even themselves.
Their saviour no more.
This is probably very morbid, but I'm useless at cheerful happily-ever-afters. So there you have it, tell me what you think.
Wolfguide