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Anyone can see
But he tries so hard
He has no time to dream
Always has better things to do
He cares not what people think
As the world goes flying by
And hell never know
That I know
Inner ChildWalking down a dim hallway
I hear behind me
The footsteps of a child
But there is no child
I call out
A small voice bounces back to me
But still there is no child
I walk out the door
Into the light
And there, for a moment
I see her
Before she once again
Becomes part of me
End of HeartacheThere is no forever, just today.
Don't let your sacrifice waste away,
You gave your life to save my own-
across this barren land,
the winds of change have blown.
You said you'd stay with me forever
but forever is a lie.
Beneath the earth is your future.
He laughs and gives you one more day to live.
I will not let you waste your precious life,
nor spill your blood for me.
As you lie awake in your dismal cell,
I creep, one with the night,
to steal you away.
Past the guards, silent, sneaking;
to your side, stealthy, creeping.
Bruises stand out on your dirty face.
Your eyes widen at the sight of me.
Yes, I have returned.
I will not let you waste your life for me,
a sacrifice I don't deserve.
You and I will stand as one.
You and I will be transfomed.
Riders of the night, we will win this war.
With one touch, the lock falls,
one torch, the flame spreads.
The guards are alert now.
We run for our lives.
Through the thick grey smoke we flee,
never looking back.
Fugitives, we must move on,
Ninth Gateprophecies of doom
the dead walk
the one who could save them
knows not of her power
little more than a child
must learn too quickly
she wields the bells
of her ancestors
and walks in death
death is ice.
Little GirlLittle girl,
don't take him back
You've convinced yourself you love him
But you know it's not true
He's too much for you
He wants everything, gives nothing in return
Don't let him steal your innocence
Run, run away
before it's too late
Girl in the Mirror, pt 7After they had finished breakfast, Harry led the way to Dumbledores office. Falyse strode confidently forward and said, Hippogriff!
The gargoyle remained firmly in place.
Erm, Falyse? said Ron. The passwords probably changed a couple hundred times by now.
Fizzing Whizbee, said Harry, stepping in to avoid an awkward moment, and the gargoyles moved aside. The group climbed onto the moving staircase and rode up to Dumbledores door.
Harry, feeling the most comfortable as he had been in Dumbledores office many times, rapped on the door.
Come in, called Dumbledore, and he pushed the door open and motioned to Ron, Hermione, and Falyse to follow.
Hello, Professor, said Harry.
Hello, Harry, replied Dumbledore. What brings you here this fine morning? Surely there are better things to be doing on your holiday than talking to an old man!
Harry laughed. Professor, your
Girl in the Mirror, pt 6Harry sighed. Her story rings true I cant imagine Fred and George coming up with something that subtle. She must be serious.
Its just I dont want to look a prat. People laugh at my Quidditch-playing enough, I dont need to give them more fodder by falling for an elaborate prank.
Ron, calm down. Dumbledore is an accomplished Leglimens, hell be able to tell if shes telling the truth. If it turns out youre right, I swear he wont laugh at you.
What if hes in on it?!
Quit being so paranoid.
Further argument was quashed by Hermione and Falyses return from the dormitory. Falyse was wearing a rather odd combination of Hermiones clothes, drawing a snicker from Ron. Hermione glared at him behind Falyses back and made a slashing motion, a wordless order to cut it out.
Come on, Harry urged. Lets go see Dumbledore.
Girl in the Mirror, pt. 5How do you expect us to believe that? Ron asked suspiciously. How do we know Fred and George didnt hire you to make us look like a bunch of bloody fools?
Ron! said Hermione sharply. Dont be so suspicious!
How did you come to be here, Falyse? asked Harry, taking advantage of the momentary silence.
Well, she said slowly. My best friend Eleanor and I found a package under her bed when we arrived at school this year. Elly was quite wary of opening it, but I convinced her. It contained a crystal pendant and a strange, ornate mirror. She wanted to turn it in to the Headmaster, but again I convinced her to let me study it first.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, reminded of their encounter with the Mirror of Erised as first years.
I soon discovered, continued Falyse, that while wearing the pendant I could see things in the mirror. People I know, scenes from my memory most
Girl in the Mirror, pt. 4Hermione looked around, heart racing, finally spotting Falyse crouched behind the chair she had been sprawled in, only her eyes showing.
For heavens sake, whats wrong? she asked irritably.
You they I the girl stuttered. Boys. And me not decent! Crimson spread across her face. You could have warned me, Hermione!
Hermione sighed. Its kind of hard to warn someone whos unconscious, Falyse. Plus, you look fine.
But It is highly inappropriate for a member of the opposite gender to see a young lady in her nightclothes.
That nightgown covers more than most girls clothes, as Im sure you know. Now come out from there and quit being such a prude.
I most certainly will not.
Here, Harry said. Take this. Ron and I will turn our backs until you say its okay. He tossed a blanket on the chair in front of her and turned
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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