Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and seriously doubt that I ever will. Unless I take polyjuice potion and get permenently stuck as J.K. Rowling.

Summery: Everything has a price. No victory comes without loss. A poem about how people might have felt during and after the war against Voldemort.


The woman stands in the room,

Her heart a conflicted well.

She thought with no trace of doom,

'They won't join those who fell.

The soldiors begin preperations,

Their heads awhirl with thought.

All the good-byes and seperations,

And the previous battles they fought.

At the front curses are flying,

Hundreds of people are killed.

At home the women is crying,

Her heart with sorrow is filled.

Red robes form a ragged ribbon,

Over a blood-soaked plain.

Poppies cover a scarlet field,

In memory of those that were slain.

Loved ones still visit often,

Remembering, they never forgot.

Three words, in loving benediction,

And small, blue forget-me-nots.