A Walk
by Bil!
'I'm going for a walk,' he said, and if she'd known, she would have stopped him. Harry, Hermione, and the final battle.
HP is JKR's.
'I'm going for a walk,' he said,
a little tremor in his voice -
excitement, perhaps, or fear, or weariness.
But you didn't understand,
so you waved absently,
intent on your maps and your notes and your plans.
'I'm going for a walk -
and I may be some time.'
Later you remember, finding him -
so much blood, cold and quiet and still;
grey, dead eyes smiling up at the sky,
watching the shredded clouds flit by.
'I'm going for a walk,' he said,
and how could you know what he meant?
But now he lies there on the snow,
flakes tipping across his nose in giddy winds,
and he is dead and he died for you -
for all.
A lark rises up above the snow,
the broken veil of grubby, war-torn snow,
a lark, singing for the sacrifice
that ended all things.
'I'm going for a walk,' he said,
and if you'd known you would have stopped him.
'I'm going for a walk -
and I may be some time.'