Haunted

Haunted

Playground's open rains again

Rain clouds come to play again

He knelt by her body, not sure of what to do. He couldn't guess the condition she was in. Rain clouds had gathered, casting an ominous shadow over everything. He tried shaking her to get her to wake up.

Has no one told you she's not breathing, hello

I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to, hello

He couldn't believe what he had just done, what he had made him do. He felt that he had no hand in this. He felt helpless in the worst possible manner. He was so over whelmed with grief, ever since the killings started with Cedric, then Cho, then Ron, then Sirus. He was even mourning the Dursley's. HE was mourning everyone, young or old, friend or foe. He just wanted to be a normal person. He couldn't throw off the Imperius Curse even though he knew what he would be made to do. He was tired; he gave in realizing the inevitable. He hoped he hadn't harmed her.

If I smile and don't believe

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

He was tired, so tired. People were acting like he was something that needed to be fixed something that needed help. They couldn't give him the help he needed

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken, hello

I'm the lie living for you so you can hide

He started to cry. He couldn't stop. One by one his tears hit her body below him in her casket. The first coffin he bought for the dead was for her. He thought that she should have the best. He was over come with grief. All those had had loved had been killed, then came the one most close to him. He knew that he killed her. He didn't mean to, he was hoping that his greif would make his magic weaker. Instead it was magnified to a terrifying degree. that was what lead him to his revenge.

Don't cry

All he could remember was that day. Nothing went on like normal the day after, no matter how hard he tried. Every one left was either hurt of mourning. He was in the latter group.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping, hello

I'm still here all that's left of yesterday

Yesterday was when he killed her. Then killed Voldemort in revenge. Who knew that grief made everything more powreful? well of course she did, but that was no help to him then. Only afterwards did he find that out. He was wondering himself how a sixteen-year-old could kill the most powerful wizard since Dumbledore himself. Of course, the old man was dead now. He was gone so there was nothing he could do, no where to go. He now had no home to go to, even the Dursleys were gone. Then with a fork of lightning and a resounding clap of thunder the rain started. The rain mixed with the salty tears already pouring down his face. He looked up and went to join his lover.