Nocturne op.9 No.2

It was the beginning and the grand finale of all things. Something rooted so deep inside of him, flowing through his veins, inseparable. The first cause and the last breath.

He didn’t mind it, at the beginning. After all, when you were borned and raised in darkness, the light is terrifying. It burns your eyes out, eats your flesh and bone, strips you naked and clenches your wild face in a tight grip, not allowing you to look away from your sheer ugliness.

Look at what you are. What have you done? It’s ugly, it’s rotten and it’s you .

Don't know where

Don't know when

But I know we'll meet again

Some sunny day…

No one is ever truly prepared for war. You can know every spell in the world, read every dusty book in the library and have a thousand men and women standing behind you, but you will never be ready, and when you see the first flash of a wand, you suddenly remember.

You remember your life. Your first love, your friends and their laughter, their pain and tears.

This is a story about remembering. About a life that once was, people who were just that, people. Teenagers falling in love and collapsing to the floor with tears, kids who believed the world belongs to them.

It’s the sixth year; James, Sirius, Remus and Peter come back to Hogwarts, just as Lily Evans, Dorcas Meadowes and Marlene McKinnon. Vacations are over and so is another chapter in their lives, while war is slowly coming to its start, the emotions are taking over and people say things they kept hidden in their hearts for a long time. But a heart can’t be silent forever.

Besides, it's the 70'. Who in their right mind would keep silent in the 70', with David Bowie in the radio shouting Rebel rebel?