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A/N: Epilouge… it's over…I'm gonna cry again…very small huzzah…thank you so much for reading and I hope you read my stuff in the future. The song is Lullaby for a Stormy Night by: Vienna Teng. A special thanks to Snarkilicious for faithfully reviewing.
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3 Draco's POV 3
Little child, be not afraid
The rain pounds hard against the glass
Like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight…
Little child, be not afraid,
The thunder explodes, a lightning flash
Illuminates, your tearstained face
I am here tonight…
The backyard of the Albanian cottage was peaceful and breezy. It was just teetering on the fringe of autumn, and the leaves already had begun to fall. Cheese was currently prancing about in them. She had grown very big in the last 7 years. She was a spitting image of her mother. "Brie…"
And someday you'll know
That nature is so
The same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning…
She had done well in keeping the pregnancy a surprise. She'd been using Disillusion charms and Glamour charms for ages. She wanted the baby to be special, unexpected gift. Cheese had been conceived on our wedding night, 9 months before she died. I had taken Cheese and moved back to the place we had spent some of our happiest times in.
Little child, be not afraid
The storm clouds mask your beloved moon
And its candlelight beams
So keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight…
Little child, be not afraid
The wind makes creatures of our trees
And the branches to hands, they're not real understand
And I am here tonight..
The funeral had been beautiful. She was placed in a huge gold coffin with white silk on the inside, surrounded by over a thousand candles, every one of which I lit by hand. The music had been gentle and uplifting, as she would have wanted it. Many people came, including Cho, Millie, Potter, The Weasley's, Granger, Blaise, Greg, Vince, Brie's father…and one other very special person.
And someday you'll know
That nature is so
The same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning…
Out of nowhere, Ashlyn Melanie had stumbled, drunk, into the funeral. Mr. Stoker was sputtering. Cheese had begun to cry. She slipped on over to brie's coffin and collapsed in tears. "I'm s-sorry kid .I-i-I'm real sorry that I w-was a bad mamma. I know ba-by, I know. I'm sorry..my darling..." She slurred, and with that she had collapsed in a drunken sleep. She was late and drunk, but I knew that drunk or sober, Ashlyn was a very sad, very sorry woman.
For you know,
Once even I was a
Little child
And I was afraid
But a gentle someone always came
To dry all my tears
Trade sweet sleep for fears
And to give a kiss goodnight
Well now I am grown
And these days have shown
The rain's a part of how life goes
But it's dark and it's late
So I'll hold you and wait
Till your frightened eyes do close
Cheese had used a rake that was far too tall for her to stack up a large pile of leaves for the third time. She had already jumped into and repaired two piles. I watched from the added on back porch that Mr. Stoker had helped me build after I bought this cottage for Cheese's home. We had added a small table and chairs to eat at on nice days, and I could comfortably watch Cheese play this way while I worked on business information and paper work for Brie's father's Apothecary; my job.
And I hope that you know
That nature is so
The same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning…
Cheese broke my train of thought with a shout. She ahd abandoned her rake and was now standing in open space. "Daddy!" "Yes Cheese?" "Look what I taught myself to do!"
Everything's fine in the morning…
Cheese stood up straight, raised her arms…
The rain will be gone in the morning…
And did a perfect cart-wheel.
But I'll still be here in the morning.