Hello again!

Okay this one-shot has been bugging me ever since we read the poem on Monday in English class! This is my first one-shot and I hope you'll enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they are J K Rowling's, neither do I own the poem, it is by W.H. Auden and it was preformed in 'Four Weddings and a Funeral'

He had told them to fight, hold them off while the younger ones got to safety. He went after Him, running manically across the grounds, jumping dead, stunned and injured bodies. After getting the minions out of his way, the enemy came into clear view.

Piercing blood red eyes met haunted emeralds, drawing their wands, casting spell after spell, hex after hex, and curse after curse. They dodged, blocked and reflected each attack with ease, until one came neither of them had seen coming, despite the fact both had cast the same spell.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Everyone had stopped to look. Death Eaters, Aurors, friends, family, teachers and students, who just previously were fighting for their lives, turned to look at the two wizards. Two flashes of blinding green light, two wands clattering to the ground and two bodies fell, lifeless with a soft thud on the damp grass. No mess, no blood nothing but silence. It was over, the light had won, but at what price?

Let aero planes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves;
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

Three days later owls were sent, carrying black envelopes, preparations were made and finally the day of the funeral came. He was laid in a glass coffin, his bold blue robes emphasizing his, now, snow coloured skin. His hair as messy as ever and glasses settled on the bridge of his nose. The funeral went on; people came and paid their respects to his family and friends who greatly mourned his loss. Centaurs shot arrows, words formed. 'Harry James Potter, July 31st 1980- June 22nd 1998' The funeral ended and everyone parted, almost everyone.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

One young woman stayed behind and slowly walked up to the coffin. She levitated the cover and she carefully touched his face. Never again would she see the laughter behind his eyes, the sadness or guilt when something happened, the shyness when he was around girls or the friendliness that always surrounded him. He could see the best in people, a trait Remus Lupin had said he got from his mother.

He was the only friend she'd ever had and she knew, in her heart that they could've become much more if they had had more time. She would always remember the good times they'd had together; the train rides to and from school, the DA meetings, the talk at the end of her fourth year, the misunderstanding under the mistletoe, the Christmas party and the magazine interview. She had had many a good time with Harry Potter, but she would miss him greatly.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

She tucked her golden hair behind her ear, gave him a kiss on the fore head and put the cover back over him. She knew life wouldn't be the same and yet she didn't mind, after all death was apart of life. Blinking tears back behind her silvery blue eyes she disappeared into the forest.

So what do you think?

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can you guess who it was?