In The Aftermath
[Let's call this a thought process. If you don't recognize the lyrics I will mentally beat you.]
They'd lost so much in the Second War, families and friends and lovers, all disappearing into a starless night, quickly becoming shells only held on by memories. Fifty students, classmates and friends, countless Aurors, members of the DA, members of the Order, dead. All dead. There's a list of names, she knows where it is, but she's never had the courage too look, it would hurt so much more to see their names scrawled in black ink on a piece of parchment. Like maybe if she ignored it long enough it would become a nightmare and one day she would wake up. It wasn't a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up from it.
Living is easy with your eyes closed.
So she just kept going. Comparatively, to people who'd lost their entire families, to Harry and little Teddy, she hadn't lost much- but Fred was more than enough for her. Her sweet, gentle, and horridly overprotective brother. Merlin, she missed him.
Misunderstanding all you see.
But she just kept going. Slowly things started to go back to what could be considered normal, because everyone knew normal was never going to come again. It was long gone. The school was repaired, shops rebuilt, people returned to the safety of their homes and life went on. It hurt, but it went on. Life had a funny way of doing that.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It just kept going. People who were thought to be gone forever returned, traitors turned tail and returned home, Ginny and Harry 'reunited' in a tangle of legs and laughs-fitting right back into the nook they'd left.
Nothing is real.
Years went by and memories faded, more pictures were brought out because it hurt more to forget then it did to remember. New memories were created, graduations and promotions, first steps and first kisses, weddings and births, deaths and funerals, highs and lows as usual.
Let me take you down, because I'm going.
But then the New War came. Memories, seemingly lost forever resurfaced young and bright and gloriously real, hugging became the new handshake. No one knew what was going to stay; living life to the fullest became the new course of action. Seize the day, seize life.
Always know sometimes I think it's me
But she just kept going, kept fighting. Battles were won and lost on both sides. Families reunited and were torn apart, every day was a new casualty. Another classmate, friend, lover, mentor- gone. And Ginny wished, over and over and over again, that it was just a dream. It never was. She wasn't strong enough, she couldn't do it, she couldn't keep going, but people needed her.
But you know I know when it's a dream
So she just kept going. Her world was flipped upside down, inside out, every which way but right. Tigers showed their stripes, hopes and faiths were destroyed, blood was shed for nothing more than some archaic idea to power was stronger than love.
I think I know I mean yes, but it's all-wrong.
It just kept going. People died. Aurors, death eaters, innocents, all dead- for the cause. Ginny watched feeling helpless, fighting her own battles, watching the people she loved fighting, losing, dying, which she watched.
That is I think I disagree.
And then the war was over. It stopped. Life kept going, but the war stopped. The school was repaired, shops rebuilt, people returned to the safety of their homes, orphans found families, families found more family and life went on. It hurt, but it went on. Life has a funny way of doing that.
It won't be long...
They'd lost so much in the Second War, families and friends and lovers, all disappearing into a starless night, quickly becoming shells only held on by memories. Fifty students, classmates and friends, countless Aurors, members of the DA, members of the Order, dead. All dead. There's a list of names, she knows where it is, but she's never had the courage too look, it would hurt so much more to see their names scrawled in black ink on a piece of parchment. Like maybe if she ignored it long enough it would become a nightmare and one day she would wake up. It wasn't a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up from it.
Living is easy with your eyes closed.
So she just kept going. Comparatively, to people who'd lost their entire families, to Harry and little Teddy, she hadn't lost much- but Fred was more than enough for her. Her sweet, gentle, and horridly overprotective brother. Merlin, she missed him.
Misunderstanding all you see.
But she just kept going. Slowly things started to go back to what could be considered normal, because everyone knew normal was never going to come again. It was long gone. The school was repaired, shops rebuilt, people returned to the safety of their homes and life went on. It hurt, but it went on. Life had a funny way of doing that.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It just kept going. People who were thought to be gone forever returned, traitors turned tail and returned home, Ginny and Harry 'reunited' in a tangle of legs and laughs-fitting right back into the nook they'd left.
Nothing is real.
Years went by and memories faded, more pictures were brought out because it hurt more to forget then it did to remember. New memories were created, graduations and promotions, first steps and first kisses, weddings and births, deaths and funerals, highs and lows as usual.
Let me take you down, because I'm going.
But then the New War came. Memories, seemingly lost forever resurfaced young and bright and gloriously real, hugging became the new handshake. No one knew what was going to stay; living life to the fullest became the new course of action. Seize the day, seize life.
Always know sometimes I think it's me
But she just kept going, kept fighting. Battles were won and lost on both sides. Families reunited and were torn apart, every day was a new casualty. Another classmate, friend, lover, mentor- gone. And Ginny wished, over and over and over again, that it was just a dream. It never was. She wasn't strong enough, she couldn't do it, she couldn't keep going, but people needed her.
But you know I know when it's a dream
So she just kept going. Her world was flipped upside down, inside out, every which way but right. Tigers showed their stripes, hopes and faiths were destroyed, blood was shed for nothing more than some archaic idea to power was stronger than love.
I think I know I mean yes, but it's all-wrong.
It just kept going. People died. Aurors, death eaters, innocents, all dead- for the cause. Ginny watched feeling helpless, fighting her own battles, watching the people she loved fighting, losing, dying, which she watched.
That is I think I disagree.
And then the war was over. It stopped. Life kept going, but the war stopped. The school was repaired, shops rebuilt, people returned to the safety of their homes, orphans found families, families found more family and life went on. It hurt, but it went on. Life has a funny way of doing that.
It won't be long...