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20

The Night Before Christmas

George was class.

Enjoyed the finer things in life.

Afternoon coffee.

Silk sheets.

walks through forests in the autumn.

Lee was spirit.

Taking every moment like a gift.

Wanting to be loved.

A spring in his step as he opened his heart.

Harry was alive.

Experienced the heartbreak of death his whole life.

Tired of awaiting the inevitable.

Hermione was books.

The soft thin pages.

The knowledge she kept under her desirable curly hair.

She was a library.

Full of stories and advice.

Ginny was a soldier.

Constantly competing with her expectations that she set herself.

She was a summers night.

She was the feeling you got when you first dip your toes into the water.

Ron was a laugh.

At the time of constant fear he showed a light.

He was the first bite of a Sunday dinner.

The deep colour you saw when the sun rose in the morning.

Fred was alight.

The first sip of firewhiskey, burning down your throat.

The first breath of smoke.

He was a shoulder to hold you up when you couldn't no more.

He was the love you thought you'd never deserve.

I was a dark room.

Not knowing what lay inside until you turned on the switch.

I was the feeling you got when you say something your not supposed to.

I was the smoke that remained after you blew out a candle.

I was a mess that couldn't be wiped away.

Every one of us had secrets.

Every one of us told lies.

Every one of us had a side that no one knew about.

But what brought us together was our experiences.

May 2nd 1998

The day part of us died

Ginny confronted

Hermione fought

Ron gave

Harry sacrificed

Fred avenged

George combated

Lee battled

I found justice

We all did what we had to do.

And now we sat, slept or waited in our various different homes for the clock to turn to midnight.