The Sword that is Not a Sword
Disclaimer: Wish I did, but I don't. Wish I could, but I can't. I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. Therefore, you have no cause to sue me. I am merely trying to amuse my extremely sick mind. I also do not own 'Until the Night.' That honor goes to Billy Joel. The lyrics are slightly changed, to fit the story. Author's Notes: FINAL CHAPTER!!!!
Part 8: The Truth of the Sword, Reunion and Goodbyes, Questions and Answers
I was sitting at my table, staring off into space. Sirius was asleep, but sleep was a dream for me.
An owl flew in through the window. It dropped a letter into my lap. I opened it. It was a poem.
I never asked you where you'd go after I left you that morning. We went our different ways to separate situations. It's not that easy anymore. Today I do what must be done. I give my time to total strangers. But now it feels as though the day goes on forever-more than it ever did before. Until the night, until the night, I just might make it. Until the night, until the night, when I see you again.
Now you're afraid that we have changed, and I'm afraid we're getting older. So many broken hearts, so many lonely faces, so many lovers come and gone. You'll have your fears like every man. I'll have my tears like every woman. To day we'll be unsure: is this what we believe in? And wonder; how can we go wrong? Until the night, until the night, I just might make it. Until the night, until the night, when I see you again.
When the sun goes down, and the day is over; when the last of the light has gone. As they pour into the street I will be getting closer, as the cars turn their headlights on. As they're closing it down, I'm gonna open it up, and while they're going to sleep, we'll just be starting to touch. I'm just beginning to feel. I'm just beginning to give. I'm just beginning to feel. I'm just beginning to live. Before I leave you again, before the light of the dawn, before this evening can end.I have been waiting so long.
Until the night, until the night, I just might make it! Until the night, until the night, I'll just be holding on. Until the night, until the night, when I see you again.
The signature at the bottom was Guenevere's. I jumped up. "Sirius!" I called.
"What?" he answered. So he wasn't asleep after all.
"I'm leaving!"
"Why? It's three in the morning!"
"I have to go find Guenevere!"
"Wait for me!"
* * *
Guenevere was dying.
It was plain to all who were there. Strangely, she wouldn't let go of the sword. Her helper-who, incidentally, was James. He'd been stuck as a stag in the forest all those years-paced nervously back and forth. He had been reunited with Lily only moments before. And now Guenevere would die.
At some point, her father showed up. They conversed for a while in elven, then he gave her something he said would help her pain. He had said then that it was only a matter of hours.
That had been three days ago.
She was clearly holding on, waiting for something.but James certainly didn't know what. He was about to find out.
Remus burst through the doors. "Gwen." he whispered, falling to his knees beside her.
"How many times have I told you not to call me Gwen?"
Remus didn't seem to care. Guenevere closed her eyes. There was silence for a minute.
"Remus?" Guenevere whispered.
"Yes?"
"Forgive me?"
"What is there to forgive?"
Another pause.
"Will you kiss me one last time?"
Remus nodded, though he was crying. He wasn't the only one. James gently held Lily as she sobbed silently against his shoulder.
When Remus pulled away, Guenevere smiled. She died smiling.
Everything remained frozen for a minute. Guenevere's father walked forward. Her son was leaning against a wall, his shoulder-length brown hair concealing his face. Dalamar picked up the sword. He almost smiled. "She got the sword."
"Was it worth dying for?" Gareth asked.
"Yes, Gareth," Dalamar answered.
"Why?"
"See these carvings?"
"Yes."
"What do they spell out?"
"Arturus Rex Brittania." (A/N: to those of you who speak Latin, my friend explained how to properly state this, but I forgot. Forgive my poor grammar. I don't speak Latin.)
James blinked. "And?"
Dalamar shook his head. "Honestly. Don't you people read? It's the Sword That is Not a Sword." Seeing their blank looks, he sighed, and rubbed away more of the rust. Under the words Arturus Rex Brittania, was a single word:
Excalibur.
Disclaimer: Wish I did, but I don't. Wish I could, but I can't. I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. Therefore, you have no cause to sue me. I am merely trying to amuse my extremely sick mind. I also do not own 'Until the Night.' That honor goes to Billy Joel. The lyrics are slightly changed, to fit the story. Author's Notes: FINAL CHAPTER!!!!
Part 8: The Truth of the Sword, Reunion and Goodbyes, Questions and Answers
I was sitting at my table, staring off into space. Sirius was asleep, but sleep was a dream for me.
An owl flew in through the window. It dropped a letter into my lap. I opened it. It was a poem.
I never asked you where you'd go after I left you that morning. We went our different ways to separate situations. It's not that easy anymore. Today I do what must be done. I give my time to total strangers. But now it feels as though the day goes on forever-more than it ever did before. Until the night, until the night, I just might make it. Until the night, until the night, when I see you again.
Now you're afraid that we have changed, and I'm afraid we're getting older. So many broken hearts, so many lonely faces, so many lovers come and gone. You'll have your fears like every man. I'll have my tears like every woman. To day we'll be unsure: is this what we believe in? And wonder; how can we go wrong? Until the night, until the night, I just might make it. Until the night, until the night, when I see you again.
When the sun goes down, and the day is over; when the last of the light has gone. As they pour into the street I will be getting closer, as the cars turn their headlights on. As they're closing it down, I'm gonna open it up, and while they're going to sleep, we'll just be starting to touch. I'm just beginning to feel. I'm just beginning to give. I'm just beginning to feel. I'm just beginning to live. Before I leave you again, before the light of the dawn, before this evening can end.I have been waiting so long.
Until the night, until the night, I just might make it! Until the night, until the night, I'll just be holding on. Until the night, until the night, when I see you again.
The signature at the bottom was Guenevere's. I jumped up. "Sirius!" I called.
"What?" he answered. So he wasn't asleep after all.
"I'm leaving!"
"Why? It's three in the morning!"
"I have to go find Guenevere!"
"Wait for me!"
* * *
Guenevere was dying.
It was plain to all who were there. Strangely, she wouldn't let go of the sword. Her helper-who, incidentally, was James. He'd been stuck as a stag in the forest all those years-paced nervously back and forth. He had been reunited with Lily only moments before. And now Guenevere would die.
At some point, her father showed up. They conversed for a while in elven, then he gave her something he said would help her pain. He had said then that it was only a matter of hours.
That had been three days ago.
She was clearly holding on, waiting for something.but James certainly didn't know what. He was about to find out.
Remus burst through the doors. "Gwen." he whispered, falling to his knees beside her.
"How many times have I told you not to call me Gwen?"
Remus didn't seem to care. Guenevere closed her eyes. There was silence for a minute.
"Remus?" Guenevere whispered.
"Yes?"
"Forgive me?"
"What is there to forgive?"
Another pause.
"Will you kiss me one last time?"
Remus nodded, though he was crying. He wasn't the only one. James gently held Lily as she sobbed silently against his shoulder.
When Remus pulled away, Guenevere smiled. She died smiling.
Everything remained frozen for a minute. Guenevere's father walked forward. Her son was leaning against a wall, his shoulder-length brown hair concealing his face. Dalamar picked up the sword. He almost smiled. "She got the sword."
"Was it worth dying for?" Gareth asked.
"Yes, Gareth," Dalamar answered.
"Why?"
"See these carvings?"
"Yes."
"What do they spell out?"
"Arturus Rex Brittania." (A/N: to those of you who speak Latin, my friend explained how to properly state this, but I forgot. Forgive my poor grammar. I don't speak Latin.)
James blinked. "And?"
Dalamar shook his head. "Honestly. Don't you people read? It's the Sword That is Not a Sword." Seeing their blank looks, he sighed, and rubbed away more of the rust. Under the words Arturus Rex Brittania, was a single word:
Excalibur.