Disclaimer: Sad but true, I do not own anything but the structure of the words here.
Moments Like This
Three more moments, and they won't be happy anymore.
Three more moments, and their worries – their wonderful, everyday worries, all about surviving – will be gone. Irrelevant. Forgotten.
In just three moments, the sound of their laughter will forever echo in the emptiness.
Harry had said something funny that morning. Something about a crow he saw through the window. Or maybe about a pumpkin. He had laughed. Three more moments, and there would be no one to remember anything.
Three more moments and there won't be anything except green flash after green flash and the sound of a baby crying.
Three more moments –
Nobody would remember this moment, or the next, but the moment after that moment will be the most important moment in the history of the world.
Can you count to three, Harry?
One, two, three -
Technically not Jily. Oh well. Happy Holloween.
JustGail