Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. The song belongs to Kid Rock.
Summary: One-shot. Songfic-like. Warning for characters death. Harry thinks back on what was...
I first wrote this in Swedish and than translated it into English, be nice English isn't my first language. Please read and review!
Warm Winter
By: Jannika (Teleliniel)
It's not over yet, even if it feels like it. All hope is gone, consumed.
But I shall do my task, even if it probably will be my last.
I shall take it with me to the grave, but it will be my grave – no others.
Many have tried, no one succeeded. Many have tried no one survived.
Right now I don't care if it kill me, it would almost be a relief.
What have I to live for after this?
This has been my mission in life, this was what I was born for, and this is what I will die for.
This task has taken everything and everyone I have ever loved. So many has died, so many has sacrificed their lives.
My best friend captured and tortured into insanity. Rescued but beyond help. Took his own life not long after that.
My other best friend, his girlfriend sacrificed herself for a group younger student, after his death.
They're happy now, I know. Together.
My mentor, my adopted godfather killed while protecting me. So unnecessary, I will die sooner or later anyway. Rather sooner.
As if I don't have the blame of enough deaths on my shoulders. My parents, my godfathers, my best friend's father and two brothers. And his sister.
My soul mate, my everything. Dead, murdered all because of me. Captured, tortured and assassinated just because she nothing said.
I have nothing to live for after this. This tasks is now my everything and the end is closing in.
They beg me to stay, to keep on living after the end. They beg on their bare knees. But they don't understand, they've lost so much, so much because of me. I only bring them death and misery. They're better off without me. But they don't understand.
It was a time when hope still existed, when you didn't have to worry about tears, blood and death. A time when my friends lived, when the memory of my parents had not faded. When my winters were still cold and my summers warm.
After years of destruction our world is bare and gray. The winters warm and the summers cold.
Everything disturbed.
You got my friends living for the grave.
You got me living for the soul that ain't been mourned.
Your soul – if it still exists.
You played with mine and turned my life around.
But the newly dig grave ain't mine – not yet.
You haven't broken me yet.
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Warm Winter by: Kid Rock
You took my friends away, yea
You got them livin for the grave
Now everythings been fine since you've been gone
But you made my winters feel so warm
I'm livin for the soul that ain't been mourned
You played my soul for your fuckin fools
Got down and I'm leavein
You took my life and you turned it around
But you made my winters feel so warm
You got me livin for the soul that ain't been mourned
But cho makin me feel this way
I can't live everytime, this ain't my grave
But you got time to break on me
Some never know I been found yet
You're makin' me feel this way
I guess I'm livin everytime, this ain't my grave
But you got time to break on me
Some never know I've been found