In another times forgotten space
Your eyes looked from your mothers face
Wallflower seed on the sand and stone
May the four winds blow you safely home.
The North wind blew brisk and cold, his gift: strength.
The South wind blew lazily, but with purpose; his gift, understanding.
The East wind blew heady and fresh, her gift: hope of a new dawn.
The West wind blew from far away and brought with him the end of an era.
As Harry stood before Voldemort in that last stand, that ultimate battle between good and evil, Light and Dark, a breeze stirred in the trees under the night sky. Now, if anyone was paying attention to the Wind, (which would be strange for the showdown of the century was occurring as of this moment in front of their very anxious eyes) they would have seen that the leaves blew with a wind unseen not from any one direction, but from all four.
The Winds were changing, they were changing and with them the tide of the mortal battle below also turned.
With one last Western gust, Harry caught the Elder Wand in his fingertips and the powerful whirlwind that had been stirred only moments earlier ceased as quickly as it came.
Whispering, ancient voices on the Wind were carried softly to his ear and he caught their last true words as Voldemort slumped to the cold stone floor:
"Peace at Last."
Disclaimer: Nope...not my characters...they would belong to a certain Brit with the initials JKR... Lyrics from "Franklin's Tower" by The Grateful Dead
I was in an omniscent mood, what can I say?
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