Forevermore | H. Potter

•𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖉•

"𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉 . . . 𝖘𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖆 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖗"

"𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 . . . 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗"

In the seventh year's dark and stormy flight,

Crimson and Emerald must part in night,

 Their love, a beacon now distant and pale,

 As the shadows of war begin their tale.

Emerald, with her heart in a fractured state,

 Becomes a spy, bound by darkened fate, 

Her guise a mask, her loyalty split,

 A dangerous game where shadows flit.

Crimson, with Ron and Hermione by his side,

 Wanders the shadows where dangers hide,

 In every corner, the whisper of her name,

 In every battle, a heart aflame.

Their moments of joy now memories dear,

 Haunt Crimson's thoughts, through hope and fear, 

Emerald's touch and her laughter's sound,

 A missing piece in the battles around.

Emeralds's role, both cruel and bittersweet, 

Caught in the web of deceit so fleet, 

Her love for Crimson, buried deep, 

In the heart of darkness, where secrets creep.

Crimson, on the run, feels the void grow wide,

 Longing for the love he once had by his side,

 Each step a reminder of what was lost, 

A heartache weighed by the cost.

In the storm of war, their hearts remain,

 Tethered by love through sorrow and pain, 

For in their separation's deep, silent night, 

Burns the memory of their love's light.

As the world spins towards its grim descent,

A love entwined in destiny's cruel bend,

With echoes of hope, though it may wend,

Welcome to, The Beginning of the End.