Her eyes closed, her cheeks fair. 
The wind fanning her raven hair. 
Her palms stretched, she is at rest. 
Her ears oblivious to screams. 
On her chest, the lion crest, 
The pride of her life. 
She's dying tonight, 
But on her mind, 
only the black haired lad. 
"Harry, be safe. Harry be strong. 
Lord, protect my baby from all wrong." 
She turns and sights, The coal red eyes. 
She knew they'll be her demise. 
He asked her to leave, 
Or death she'll receive. 
She told him she wasn't afraid. 
In her mind, all goodbyes were bade. 
"Avada Kedavra" 
And just like that, 
Her essence fades.