Careful with that axe, Eugene......
Harry has built a wall, around himself. He didn't talk, didn't really do anything. He just sat there. Almost catatonic. He was never careful. Never really thoughtful of what he did. Would he had been more careful if it was axe instead of a wand he was holding?
*** All alone, or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down
Outside the ruins of
The Wall....
Some hand in hand, some gathered together in bands.....
The bleeding hearts and the artists make their stands.....
and when they've given you there all, some stagger and fall, after all
its not easy
banging your heart against some mad buggers wall....
Harry had shed his wall. But we always have walls, we need them, or think we need them, for survival. To bottle up the emotion. But Harry had let most of his walls crumble.....
"We did it! We won!" The cheers echoed, and Voldemorts body lay far away.
And Harry let his wall crumble. Her love rains down on me easy as the breeze
I listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea
I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire
We were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire
She could take it back, she might take it back someday
Ron had sat on the Bus taking him to home, holding a small box in his hand. A ring sat inside, waiting to be fitted to a finger. He had pushed her to arguments before, leaving, but they always refound their love and came back. She had never taken it back.
A solitary thought crossed his mind, words that would be told when he got home. I love you, Hermione. I've been wanting to do this for so long.
Will you marry me?
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The Connection- a Next Generation Fanfic
Last edited by Droo; 10-07-2011 at 06:22 PM.
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