- Luna -
The bodies on the floor of the Great Hall are our offering, what we were willing to give up, and what we'll never relinquish. We didn't fight because we feared the future - we fought because we treasure each other.
I wish I could bring them back -
Instead, I'll dance to draw the hatred and resentment from our minds. But not the grief -
Loss must be celebrated with anguish - if their deaths didn't break our hearts, how could the war have been worth it?
I dance, I spin - I'm winding threads of vitriol -
If I whirl fast, then the dance extracts the dark thoughts, allowing us to remember that I'm free to wind bitterness like yarn, because we sacrificed something precious for compassion.
You sit with your parents, eyes hollow - I slow. On each turn I meet your grey eyes. You are ashamed. You have been afraid since that creature of darkness was cut into your arm and now more strife awaits you.
If my pirouette is flawless, then I'll be a spindle that draws the ink out of your skin -
I turn, I wind -
For forgiveness -
For you, Draco.
If my love is true, I can take their loathing away.