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I Loved Every Second

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    I cried when I bought the last book, and watched the last film. I adored you from the moment you were given to him. The first book, the first film, you were this snowy white, feathered beauty. Did you know that every child wanted you? I blinked, and re-read the whole page, just to make sure that you really had died, you foolish, beautiful joker. I thought twins couldn't be separated. I think part of me knew it would happen, but I was still so, so sad when I confirmed you were gone. We all knew a teacher like you. Out of all of them, you were the best Defence Against The Dark Arts professor, you know. Werewolf or not. I choked a little as your name came up, camera boy. You should've gone home… I wanted to hit the page when you fell through that curtain. You didn't get enough time, to make up for what you'd lost.  Not fair, and not right, and… Guess what? I ended up hitting the page a lot of times, before I could finish. I always maintained that you were a bullying sod, who couldn't have been a likeable character no matter what. Was it hot enough for you, in the end? You could've done some good with your life… I never saw it coming, your end, you silly, loveable, annoying little elf. Thank you, for protecting him as best you could. We all wanted to. I found out everything I could about your deaths, and all of it made me wish that there were more brave, dedicated parents like you two out there. You were so proud of your son. I was glad he brought you home, you didn't deserve that. A huge case of wrong place, wrong time. As the Headmaster said, you were brave and true, right to the very end. It's just that your end came too soon. I knew you to be, in some ways, perhaps more evil, or just as bad, as the Dark Lord himself. But you, for whatever reasons you had, refused to give him the location of that wand. Thank you, for delaying him a little. I thought that turban was a fantastic touch, personally. You were just weak, desperate for power. You weren't evil. We'll m-m-miss you. I loved you, for representing safety, and the unfailing trust children place in older, wiser hands than their own. He cursed you off that tower, and I felt a bit of my innocence crumble long before you hit the ground, Headmaster. I hated you for seven, long books, and suddenly, in one chapter, you turn into someone I can understand, if not call a "good guy". I hope you get some peace. Bravery like that, in the face of true evil, deserves it. I bit my lip as you fell, shocked, and the Dark Lord's rage erupted. Love's a powerful thing, right? I knew that it had to happen, that it was both right and just that you should die, but as I read those words, I felt the end of my childhood grow close to me. You were the characterisation of evil, but while you were there, something to fight against existed, and the cold world of adulthood could not penetrate my head. You fell, moments after your most dedicated warrior, and it was good. It just felt like growing up, that's all. I laughed, cried, yelled, and handed out their priceless pearls of wisdom as best I could, for many long years. As did you. We cannot let their memories fade, just because it's over.                                  Because it's not. It'll never be over, as long as we fight for their right to be read by as many children, over as many years, by as many parents, and workers, and teachers as possible. As long as we remember, they did not die in vain. Let it not be said, that the battle is over, and that growing up must now commence. Because I don't plan on leaving our dead on the floor. I plan on never giving up. Because, if Harry Potter has taught us anything, it's that giving up is not an option. Lets smile, for round-rimmed glasses, bushy hair and so many freckles you can't even count. Lets nod, for green eyes, know-it-alls and arachnophobia. Lets laugh, for The Boy Who Lived, The Brightest Witch of Her Age, and The King.        It's time to turn on the light, friends, and find the happiness in the darkness.
My tribute, however poor it may be, to those who died in Harry Potter.

I'll be submitting this to a contest, which is why it's specific to those who fell</3 :iconharry-potter-club:

We'll never forget a single one.

Just ask if you didn't understand any of the references :)
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i've never read Harry Potter, not planning to read it, but this is awesome :iconthumbsupplz: