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[From the thinkings of Luna Lilith Lovegood]
Who'll dig his grave?
"I," said the owl,
"With my spade and trowel
I'll dig his grave."**
Oh I remember when he died and the tears that everyone shed for his broken body and how our spirit was and is still broken just like him.
In and out, all day, I see Hermione come and go with her books and her notes and I wonder how Harry would feel knowing how tired she is making herself over this and how sad Ronald is knowing that Hermione is making herself so tired.
There's a line in the sand now.
Hermione and Ron are on one side. Some of the others are on that side too, though I don't think Hermione is letting them help. I don't blame her, sometimes you just have to do your own research. The others, the ones who think we should let this alone, stand on the other side of the line.
Glowering.
Then there's me. I walk on the line, balancing between the two with my fingers stretched out to either side.
All the birds of the air
Fell sighing and sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.
Harry died. Mother died. Would I bring her back if I could? I don't think I would because she is happy where she is. But is Harry happy where he is?
That is a hard question to answer.
So instead of answering questions that I cannot, I shall think about things I know the answer to.
Mister Lupin is going to help guide us and Penny is going to help me get a wand. It shall be soon and I shall find another one that rivals my old Hawthorne and heartstring. I miss that wand. It was mother's wand.
Death and life are part of us all.... every single day. Strange isn't it?
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Who'll dig his grave?
"I," said the owl,
"With my spade and trowel
I'll dig his grave."**
Oh I remember when he died and the tears that everyone shed for his broken body and how our spirit was and is still broken just like him.
In and out, all day, I see Hermione come and go with her books and her notes and I wonder how Harry would feel knowing how tired she is making herself over this and how sad Ronald is knowing that Hermione is making herself so tired.
There's a line in the sand now.
Hermione and Ron are on one side. Some of the others are on that side too, though I don't think Hermione is letting them help. I don't blame her, sometimes you just have to do your own research. The others, the ones who think we should let this alone, stand on the other side of the line.
Glowering.
Then there's me. I walk on the line, balancing between the two with my fingers stretched out to either side.
All the birds of the air
Fell sighing and sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.
Harry died. Mother died. Would I bring her back if I could? I don't think I would because she is happy where she is. But is Harry happy where he is?
That is a hard question to answer.
So instead of answering questions that I cannot, I shall think about things I know the answer to.
Mister Lupin is going to help guide us and Penny is going to help me get a wand. It shall be soon and I shall find another one that rivals my old Hawthorne and heartstring. I miss that wand. It was mother's wand.
Death and life are part of us all.... every single day. Strange isn't it?
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