I watch, subdued as curse in battle flies
across the hall to strike at dearest friend
it hits its target true, and fall he does
and then in twain, does cause my heart to rend

A truer friend I ne'er would have found
in all my years of battle and of woe
a man to stand beside me to the death
a friend to face most dangerous of foe

hes gone, his spirit torn away from me
like oh so many others I have known
and pain, like razor's edge does pierce my heart
for now I know I truly am alone

as tears begin to fall 'pon wartorn earth
The Dark Lord, Voldemort does so depart
to gloat about his victory, now won
and leave me here to mend a broken heart

strong arms wrap 'round my softly shaking form
and comfort, though quite small fills aching head
and then Im quickly spirited away
to ponder why so many men are dead

I stay with man that once was one I feared
and in his arms I rest til days first light
though reason why, I cannot really give
perhaps it was just weariness of fight

though something in me stirs that I dont know
a feeling that Ive never understood
and even through destruction, pain and death
this feeling tells me still, there is much good

my will to fight has somehow been restored
the thought that maybe some day I will see
the day when all the darkness does depart,
the happy sight of people living free