The morning after Dumbledore died, we awoke with aching hearts. We felt muted, subdued, vulnerable, quiet. Unlike the night before, we didn't cry. We were out of tears. We ate very little. Food couldn't fill the emptiness we felt. We walked carefully, as if we guarded a fresh wound that could be reinjured. We talked quietly, and sat near each other. It was better to grieve together.
Harry Potter And the Half-Blood Prince is almost here! Hooray! I wrote this after reading HP 6. That was the first book that inspired me to write songs (before that it was mostly guys). Also check out "Mourning Phoenix" and "Fawkes' First Lament." I have several more coming, but this is taking longer than I want.
@xbubblecatx Me too! We listened to _Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows_ again on our road trip. Such a great series!!!
englishgalmd 1 year ago
ahh, i cried when dumbledore died.
holy crap, i love harry potter.
xbubblecatx 1 year ago