Just Promps - He Died
"When King Lear dies in act five, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written....'He dies.' That's all. Nothing more. No fan fair. No metaphor. No brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is, 'He dies.' It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with 'He dies.' And yet every time I read those two words I find myself overwhelmed with disphorium. And I know it's only natural to be sad. But not because of the words 'He dies', but because of the life we saw prior to those words. I've lived a good, long life Mahoney. And I'm not asking you to be happy that I must go, I'm only asking that you turn the page. Continue reading. And let the next story begin. And, if anyone ever asks what became of me, you relate my life in all it's wonder....and end it with a simple, and modest,...'He died.'" -Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium
Remus Lupin has grown accustomed to death. More than that, he has grown accustomed to murder.
In the First War, people were dying or disappearing every day. In the Order especially it was the risk you took, and many of his comrades, his friends, paid that price.
When it ended it took his four best friends with it.
Now, years later, history repeats itself. Tragedies are summarised in the papers, fear pulls people together and tears them apart, danger is a way of life.
He loses his best friend again.
There is no fanfare, no ceremony, no final declaration; just a beam of light and one last fall.
He knows that this is how it works, but somehow he thought it would be different for Sirius Black.
Now he sits alone, wondering when his time will come, and if he, at least, will have time to say goodbye.
Remus Lupin has grown accustomed to death. More than that, he has grown accustomed to murder.
In the First War, people were dying or disappearing every day. In the Order especially it was the risk you took, and many of his comrades, his friends, paid that price.
When it ended it took his four best friends with it.
Now, years later, history repeats itself. Tragedies are summarised in the papers, fear pulls people together and tears them apart, danger is a way of life.
He loses his best friend again.
There is no fanfare, no ceremony, no final declaration; just a beam of light and one last fall.
He knows that this is how it works, but somehow he thought it would be different for Sirius Black.
Now he sits alone, wondering when his time will come, and if he, at least, will have time to say goodbye.