I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
Rain beat down on the backs of Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley as they stood together in a cemetery.
Hermione was sobbing into Ron's shoulder, holding on to him tightly. The boy's face was grim and tear stained, he looked like he'd just witnessed the end of the world. The end of an era.
Both figures held scars and bruises, remaints of a war recently ended. Mementos of fallen foes or missing allies.
If you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
You used to captivate me by your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
"Why?" Hermione asked, her tears beggining to subside,"What did we do wrong?"
The red head shrugged gently, shaking his head sadly. The truth was that he was too numb to think about any of it. He didn't know why it happened, or why it happened to him. All he knew was that he was now missing someone important to him. To everyone.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
"I miss him, Ron." Hermione murmured weakly, tears beggining to stream down her face again.
Ron turned to embrace her in a hug, resting his cheek in her hair. He let salty tears leak out of his blue eyes, his pain dulling their brightness.
"I miss him to, 'Mione." Ron said quietly, rocking her back and forth in his embrace, crying silently.
He cast one last look at the head stone, tracing the letters with his eyes.
HARRY JAMES POTTER
July 31 1980 - October 31 1996
THE BOY WHO LIVED
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have All of me
~Antonella~
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
Rain beat down on the backs of Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley as they stood together in a cemetery.
Hermione was sobbing into Ron's shoulder, holding on to him tightly. The boy's face was grim and tear stained, he looked like he'd just witnessed the end of the world. The end of an era.
Both figures held scars and bruises, remaints of a war recently ended. Mementos of fallen foes or missing allies.
If you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
You used to captivate me by your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
"Why?" Hermione asked, her tears beggining to subside,"What did we do wrong?"
The red head shrugged gently, shaking his head sadly. The truth was that he was too numb to think about any of it. He didn't know why it happened, or why it happened to him. All he knew was that he was now missing someone important to him. To everyone.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
"I miss him, Ron." Hermione murmured weakly, tears beggining to stream down her face again.
Ron turned to embrace her in a hug, resting his cheek in her hair. He let salty tears leak out of his blue eyes, his pain dulling their brightness.
"I miss him to, 'Mione." Ron said quietly, rocking her back and forth in his embrace, crying silently.
He cast one last look at the head stone, tracing the letters with his eyes.
HARRY JAMES POTTER
July 31 1980 - October 31 1996
THE BOY WHO LIVED
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have All of me
~Antonella~