"D-d-don't tell Arthur."
Mrs Weasley was gulping now, mopping her eyes frantically with her
cuffs. "I d-d-don't want him to know…being silly…"
Tears glisten on your cheekbones, but you don't think I see. As, bustling into the kitchen, you turn your back on me. Yet your eyes are red from crying, did you hope I couldn't tell? After all these years of sharing, dear, I know you far too well. Remember, love, I know your hopes, I know your dreams and fears, And although you worry for me, but won't worry me with tears, I can feel the haunting thoughts that dog each step you take. You cannot cover terror with the cheerfulness you fake. You're pretending life is normal; the danger's not expressed. You can hide it from the children, not from he who loves you best. I know that doom's approaching, and we may not all survive, But we must remain committed to the goal for which we strive. Good will conquer evil, Molly; the light will win the war, And the tears you shed in secret only make me love you more.
Ginny did not go quietly. They could hear her raging and storming at her mother all the way up the stairs…
Your dreams often disturb my sleep, though I'm the only one to hear; Screams of pain and terror always reach a mother's ear. You do not know my comforting, when at night I stroke your head, For you are busy doing battle in the dark realms of the dead. You've experienced such frightful ghosts, ones a child should never see, And you rage at my attempts to treat you like the girl you still should be. I know that you're a woman now, a witch to be respected, But to me you're still the littlest one who needs to be protected. My babies all grew up so fast, but you were far too young When your innocence was stolen and your adult life begun. When you said you had a boyfriend, you seemed a girl again, Excited by her first foray into the world of men. So I won't tell you that he's wrong; I'll let you be a little wild, Before you rediscover the one who's right for you, my child.
Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled round.
"I forgot," he said.
"Lucky you," I mutter coldly. How can it have left your head That you saved me once from Voldemort, when all assumed me dead? Didn't it matter to you, that battle which left me A scarred and broken shadow of the girl I used to be? A terror hollowed me from inside; it possessed my burnt-out shell, And I can't escape the memories of my hand-made hell. No, I see you're sorry; your green eyes, guilty, meet my own, And I'm glad that I can help you, make you see you're not alone. I've decided to get over you, to try and be your friend, Though the bond that's forged between us will not let my love end. It isn't easy not to shake, as you come and go, unknowing, But with every time we speak, I feel our friendship growing. I'm re-inhabiting my soul. My life begins anew... Yet still I hope you'll feel for me what I've always felt for you.