Post by MinnieQuill on Dec 20, 2006 18:13:46 GMT -5
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.
Harry looked about the empty Great Hall and sunk to the floor. He had defeated Voldemort and had come back to the only safe place he knew: Hogwarts. No one had followed him.
Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
He could see the staff table where his Professor’s had eaten, laughed and watched the students like eagles. All the chairs were empty now and a fine film of dust coated every available surface tingeing the scene before him with grey. It was oddly fitting in the dire circumstances.
From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
Harry thought back to the final meeting of the Order of the Phoenix. Everyone looked drawn, pale, tired and yet…determined. They were there to set into play the actions that would rid the world of the evil that was Voldemort and his followers. True they had lost Dumbledore to the traitorous Snape, but they had gained a vengeful Minerva McGonagall who had sworn to hunt down and kill the man who murdered the love of her life. He could remember her last words as she looked down at them from her considerable height. Find them and kill them. McGonagall was, as ever straight to the point.
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn.
“Find them and kill them,” Harry had muttered as he crawled through the masses of bodies that was the battlefield toward his nemesis. McGonagall’s words echoed in his ears as he drew level with the woman who had spoken them only hours before. She lay on her back with her limbs splayed, her eyes wide and staring. Severus Snape lay at her feet also dead. She had got her revenge. A drip of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, and Harry reached over and wiped it away gently leaving her face unmarred. She at least deserved that.
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Upon seeing his mentor’s dead body Harry had filled with rage and risen to his feet and fired the killing curse. Voldemort didn’t stand a chance as the curse hit in the chest and propelled him twenty feet backwards. Harry hadn’t celebrated. He collected the dead.
Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.
Harry rose to his feet and stepped closer toward the staff table. In the dim light he could almost see the Professors’ silhouettes. McGonagall and Dumbledore sat with their heads close together discussing that mornings Daily Prophet. Snape glowered behind them as he scanned the quidditch timetable that had been allocated. Sprout, Flitwick and Hooch laughed whilst they talked over the Weasley twin’s latest prank. Then the light faded and so did the ghosts of his past.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.
Harry turned and walked away from the Staff table. The two people he respected and in his own way loved were gone. As Harry exited the hall and strode across the Hogwarts grounds he cursed the now dead Dark Lord. Not only for the havoc he caused but for taking the lives of the world’s few angels.
Author's note:- I have no idea what has got into me today! Talk about depressing! The song is called 'Empty Chairs at Empty Tables' from the musical 'Les Miserables.' I do not own Les Misterables of any Harry Potter Characters.
As always please review! Cheers. Minniequill
