A/N : I hate character deaths people.so I'm gonna pretend that no one died in the final battle except old Voldy…why?'coz I can and this is my fic!
Disclaimer : belongs to JKR folks…
Six years ago.
The war had ended. The winning side had gathered the survivors and were celebrating the demise of evil and mainly that there were not many casualties on their side, infact miraculously the whole Order was intact. Everyone had gathered around in the old Black Manor on Grimmauld Street, after they had been hastily treated for injuries and Harry had addressed the cheering Wizarding world. It felt a bit surreal that the war against evil that had started so long ago was now, suddenly over. The remaining Death Eaters were being detained even as the Order tentatively started their celebration. Everyone was exhausted –emotionally and physically – but also charged and exuberant at the same time. The martyrs were honoured and grieved for – their presence always missed.
The party soon turned from a quiet one, where people hugged each other relieved to see their loved ones alive, to a raucous celebration where months of stress and tension gave way to a heady, uninhibited feeling. Soon there was food, gallons of mead and someone had put on some music. Each drowned in happiness in their own preferred ways.
A pale boy with a shock of blond hair stood quietly in a dark corner of the room. He felt terribly out of place with all the gaiety in the room. His father had been among the ones to be detained, his mother had gone along with him to Ministry to plead his case and he, himself, was in danger of being sentenced to Azkaban, eventhough he had fought for the Order in the end. He fidgeted nervously in his corner, hoping no one would notice him there. He had no intention of coming here in the first place, rather he had been somehow dragged along by an Order member from the battle field after the battle had ended as he had stood there thinking morosely about his future .
So he just stood there in the shadows looking sadly at the dark floor thinking how things in his life had gone so fabulously wrong, when he felt someone nudge him gently. Startled out of his brooding, he turned around and squinted at the figure through the darkness. It was her.
He looked at her for a moment trying to see her expression in the dark. She offered him a mug of mead. He looked at her dumbly. He slowly lifted his hands and took the mug, suddenly feeling elated, grateful and for some reason sad. He simply nodded at her to say thanks. She gave a nod in return and moved away to join the others in the room as he watched her.
She came to stand beside a redhead, who smiled at her wearily and took her hand in his. With a slight smile on her lips she sipped her mug with her other hand.
He stood staring at their clasped hands from his corner and felt a strange emotion in his chest, it felt as though his heart had suddenly become heavier and his chest couldn't support its weight, his hands around the mead were cold and the back of his throat seemed to burn. He gave his head a little shake and looked away.
Just then he heard the notes of music flowing through the room. It was a sweet melody, but everyone was too tired to dance to it. It seemed to fill his heart and somehow lift him up a little. The gentle rhythm tempted him to move with it, his heart ached to let his feet move according to the notes, with his arms clasped tightly around her, to sway with her, to lose himself to the music, to lose himself in her….
……there will be many nights when I will ,
sitting here near the window
and looking at the moon above,
regret this night that I could've taken a chance,
that I could've listened to the beats of my heart,
that I could've taken your hand in mine,
that I could've matched your steps with mine,
that I could've atlast have a dance with you…
but the night has ended
and the stars have hidden in the pale blue sky,
and I'm mourning over a lost chance
that I could've atlast have a dance with you….
And now here are the nights when I am,
sitting here near the window
and looking at the pale moon above,
regretting that night that I could've taken a chance,
that I could've atlast have a dance with you…………
OoOoOoO
A/N : yup, the poem belongs to moi…and is copyrighted!
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