Miss Moony would like to say that she doesn't own Harry Potter and that she had no help with this story from Miss Wormtail, Miss Padfoot or Miss Prongs.
------- I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good -------
Requiem
I waited.
I waited, and waited, and waited. For many things.
I waited for the pale moon to rise over the sea, and make me re-live my monthly waking nightmares.
I waited for Hedwig to tap on the glass of the kitchen window, a brief note clamped in her beak: Everything's normal here. I'm fine.
But mostly, I waited for you.
I waited to see your laughing face surrounded by emerald flames in the sitting room fireplace.
I waited to hear the sound of your canine claws scratching at the door: Front or back, it didn't matter.
I waited.
I waited, and I waited, and I waited. For you.
But you never came.
And still I wait.
The pale moon rises over the sea, and I re-live my monthly waking nightmares.
Hedwig taps on the glass of the kitchen window, a brief note clamped in her beak: Everything's normal here. I'm fine.
But the flames of the sitting room fireplace remain a flickering mixture of red, orange, yellow and blue.
Your face never appears.
And there is no sound at the front door, save for the noise of the wind rattling the flap of the letterbox.
You never come.
And I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
But you never come.
------- I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good -------
Across the sea
A pale moon rises.
The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn
To silver glass.
A light on the water,
All souls pass.
Hope fades
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time.
No one say,
"We have come now to the end."
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
- Into the West, Howard Shore