Blood smears our faces yet I've never seen Luna smile so wide before.
The woods are quiet around us. The trees cover our crimes. They cover the bodies laying right beside us.
Hermione's face is split in half. Brain spilling from her cracked skull. Eyes popped out of her head.
The skin of Ron's torso is peeled back, it shows his organs, some torn, ripped to shreds, remnants of them surround the skin near Mine and Luna's mouths.
I enjoyed popping Neville's limbs from the sockets, ripping them from his body.
We killed them. Devoured them. Sung while we did it.
We sung with the Stars.
This is our world now. Our reality. One we painted together with the blood of the people we cared for the most.
We dance under the stars, above their graves. Tasting the iron on eachothers lips.
Then we run. Oh how we run. The trees that protect us move as we run. A path formed just for us. The stars light our way, for we are children with a purpose they have given us. We were meant for eachother, soulmates. Call it fate, call it luck. We call it love.
She looks at me as we run. Her eyes gleam, brighter than her smile. I smile back.
We take comfort in our success. Comfort in eachother. We think not about the souls we must sacrifice for this new world to come together. Magic and Muggle alike. We only dream of the paradise it shall be when our mission is complete.
Our lungs burn as we come to a stop. Hogwarts right on the horizon. A bloody kiss is shared, as we end our rampage for tonight.
We sung our song under the stars. The stars sang back. The stars sang back. They sing for us.
Now we wander, passing by eachother in the halls to class, a knowing look we share for just that split moment. A look filled with love.
We hunt again tomorrow.
Under the stars.
The stars that sing for us.