CHAPTER 3 – Recent War
AN: In no way, shape or form do I own Harry Potter or most of the material in this story. If for some unbeknown reason to me you think I do, think again and if you still think that way you may want to read this AN a few more times.
Our war is over …
Another will come …
Maybe there'll be a Saviour …
God knows, we were saved by a boy of the verge of manhood.
A teen whose final spell, cast in a void of pure rage, saved the world while condemning himself.
He may not have died but only God knows to which abyss he fell.
Maybe one day he'll come back and receive his life.
He faced heaven and hell. He braved the fierce cyclone that was his life and is finally resting in the eye.
Who knows, maybe one day he'll brave the winds again.
Death does not become him, unlike it does us all.
For he will live on in hearts and on paper.
Maybe he channeled Arthur's spirit for they were much alike.
Although Arthur lost his battle our Saviour would not accept defeat.
A Latin phrase sums up both Arthur and our Saviour. Odi at amo, excrucior; I love, I hate, it hurts.
To this day I can barely utter our Saviour's name.
It hurts too much.
He was my best friend. He was my first ever wizarding friend. He was the Saviour of this war. He was … Harry Potter.
Soldiers come and go but wars stay eternal.