2His body is prostrate
The screaming surrounds us, piercing the air
No one seems to hear it
We only hear the rattle of his labored breath
The light in his eyes flickers
His body only occupies this space
but his spirit
who knows
I feel nothing here I am numb from it now
I can hear the screams, the chaos, no matter
No matter
Nothing matters in this place
I wish to join them,
to scream to show I can
but I can not
no more do my lips and tongue obey me
I feel nothing in this place
I can taste it,
the breath entering my lungs
In…
Out….
in…out
….in
"Tell the people….. the minister is dead"
"The boy who lived - has died" as the man's voice cracked and broken sobs and prayers filled the air the world stood still, to face time another day.
Every one speaks about the boy who lives and his death. But no one ever thought about his death after the Dark lord fell until he did. But nobody knows that when Harry Potter died it was becau