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The sun rose in vicious colors of orange and red
The clouds were disappearing in great storms of wind
It was springtime, the season of life, but there were too many dead
Not even the sun could offer these warriors a semblance of warmth
A red headed woman walked slowly over people she once knew
She stopped every few steps or so to remember those that had fallen
She turned over bodies and looked at their faces
And after a time her heart started to tighten
He promised her he wouldn’t get hurt
She reminded herself in her mind
But even his promises didn’t give her comfort
As she looked over face after face
She came across him finally near the edge of the battlefield
He was laying on his side, still and unmoving
With a deep breath she kneeled beside him and turned him towards her
Gray, cold, and lifeless eyes kept her from turning
She swept the hair from his face and held him in her arms
She screamed towards the heavens and cried in great waves
She laid him down gently exposing his forearm
And there staring hauntingly at her was the mark that gave him death
She told him to be careful and to keep himself safe
He promised he would do that and rolled his eyes at her concern
He kissed her long and sweetly wishing her the best
All the while hiding the truth of what he had learned
He had been seen embracing her, and whispering sweet endearments
He had been seen when he kissed her lips gently
And then copulated in an deserted basement
He had been caught with the enemy and for that he would die
Throughout the course of the battle he protected her from spells
He kept her safe from harm and made sure she stayed alive
No matter what happened to him he made sure she lived through this hell
And in protecting her from harm he landed himself the unforgiving curse
He had long decided before the war that their families would never understand
It wouldn’t matter if he loved her immensely he still carried his mark
It wouldn’t matter whether he protected her from death or not
In the end he would still bare the title of coinciding with the dark
After all it was unheard of, this love between these two
For how could a Malfoy and Weasley do anything except argue?
The End.
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