Pieces of War

by distorted-me

One year gone. So much can change in just one year. But no amount of passing time can bring back what we have lost. Friends. Family. Innocence. All forever taken from us. What are we to do? They say time can heal all wounds. Time heals nothing. We have bid our time and one year later our wounds are still as fresh as the day we were injured. Yet here we are. ON HIATUS.

2. Chapter 2

Death

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush,

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

-'Don't' by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Harry James Potter

31st July, 1981- 2nd May, 1998

'You always shined in times of darkness'

It was cold. And wet. So unlike this time of year should be. The war was over, and people were celebrating in the streets. There was sunshine and laughter now, though not for him. In that moment life could be no darker; no fuller of despair. All around him people were beginning to have faith in the Resistance's victory, and life was starting anew, and yet here he was, staring at a grave that shouldn't exist and wondering where it all went wrong.

"He's not coming back, Draco."

"He isn't gone."

"Draco…he is gone. We buried him. What more do you need?"

Draco barked out a harsh laugh. "There is no body in that grave Hermione. We all know that. He could be alive somewhere. Maybe he doesn't remember. Maybe he's trapped somewhere and can't get back to us."

Hermione heaved a long sigh as she stared at her…whatever he was. "Draco- You can't do this to yourself. You can't do this to your son! You must accept that he isn't coming back. There were no bodies because of how the wands reacted. You heard what the Aurors said. They didn't find Snake Faces body either. Does that mean that he still lives?"

"No..." It was a whisper...almost covered by the wind, but it was there. Draco's heartbreaking denial that the love of his life was never coming home. Harry Potter was gone, and no matter how hard he wished otherwise, he finally had to admit, that this time was for good.