'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
CHAPTER 140; see the children in the morning light
[ MAY SECOND, 98' ]
No one in particular,
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'I'll put flowers at your feet And I will sing to you so sweet And hope my words will carry home To your heart You left us marching on the road And said how heavy was the load But the years were young The struggle barely had its start
No one could say it like you said it We'd only try and just forget it You stood alone upon the mountain 'Til it was sinking And in a frenzy we tried to reach you With looks and letters we would beseech you Never knowing what, where or how You were thinking
And likewise, you must understand These things we give you Like these flowers at your door And scribbled notes about the war We're only saying the time is short And there is work to do
And we're still marching in the streets With little victories and big defeats But there is joy and there is hope And there's a place for you And you have heard the voices in the night They're crying for you See the children in the morning light? They're dying'
Hera thought about many things as she came to consciousness.
What would a life without her brother, the only person present in her earliest and most recent memories, look like?
What would come of the battle now? How many more losses would it take, how many more could they sustain and still win?
Would the seizure cause her to lose their daughter?
When would she get to return home to care for the child Remus and Dora had left behind?
She lingered on the recent memory of the yells, shouts, and unmistakable noises of duelling filling the school corridor.
The realisation that almost caused her heart to fail: Death Eaters had penetrated Hogwarts.
The panic of heading into battle with no sight of her loved ones. She was utterly alone.
And then the feeling of triumph at finding Fred and Percy, both of them duelling masked and hooded men.
She had run forward to help: Jets of light flying in every direction.
