"You don't understand, Harry, not anymore. Power is above everything. It's above the air, the water, the earth, the shadows... and even the fire." I murmur, slow enough for him to notice all the effort I'm putting into holding back the tears. The sky above our heads seems to shatter, piece by piece, and even the stars sigh, hopeless. I turn around to face Harry, and my knees almost give in at the sight of his desperate green eyes; what breaks me the most is not the sorrow though, but the vestige of passion that still remains in his gaze. "And, my love" I say ruthlessly, taking his cold hands in mine. "it's above you and I. I see it now."