〖and I know that we're still young and we ain't got a clue...〗

♬ 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 ~ 𝘱𝘢𝘵 ♬

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They were still teenagers when the war begun– kids really, and still kids when they chose to fight in it. Some people might have called them crazy for being so in love at a time like this, when love was so hard to come by, and was so commonly lost in battle. People died, others lived, no one moved on.

They were still teenagers when they got married. Neither of them had parents to walk her down the isle so her best friend did it, but it was still perfect. It was all last minute. He'd proposed to her the week before they became Mr and Mrs. She took his name –not because he made her– but because she didn't have a family to belong to anymore, so sharing one with him felt more right.

Neither of them had a clue what they were doing. They didn't know how to be adults, they didn't know how to keep their house in order, or interact with the neighbours and their judgemental stares. But they knew how to love. Perhaps it was the only thing they knew. And so they loved more fiercely by the day, by the hour, the second.

They fought with more passion with time, because now they had each other to fight for. They had purpose.

They were both still teenagers when she found out she was pregnant. They were both still kids themselves, and neither had the first idea what to do. They sat together on the bathroom floor, knees and arms brushing, staring fixedly at the Muggle pregnancy test in her hand. They daren't look away, otherwise it would be real. If they looked away then they would have to face it, and in the end they were just kids. They didn't know how.

They would figure it out as they went along, falling into an easy routine, a domestic life they both desperately needed, a sense of normality they craved. The world fell to ashes and settled at their feet but he would still make her breakfast every morning and deliver it with an innocent kiss.

Time went on and they began to grow up together, the responsibility of their baby, of their role in the world morphed them into people they shouldn't have needed to become. They should have just been kids, but instead they were soldiers, fighting a war to protect the people they loved, and to create a world they wanted their baby to grow up in.

When the time came that fighting became too hard, she had to take a step back from the war, her stomach stretched and painful but she loved it despite the discomfort. Because at the end she would have something worth fighting for. Motivation to win.

He fought twice as hard in her absence, terrified that, one day, he might not come back. That he might leave her here, alone with their baby, with no idea what to do. He didn't really know either, but they would figure it out. Together, that was the plan.

When their baby was born they both cried. When she held him it was impossible to see his face from the tears welled in her eyes, her smile hurt her cheeks and when she looked up at her husband she knew exactly what they needed to do. They needed to win now.
She didn't know how, she didn't have a clue, but her baby proved that pure magic was possible, and the world would be damned without happiness like it.

Time progressed and they still had no idea what they were doing but they did it anyway. They learnt how to do everything they were worried about doing wrong like it was innate. Somehow they would figure it out. Day by day, hour by hour, second by second...

They weren't quite kids when the prophecy came, but they weren't quite adults either, there was a gap in between. They were put into hiding and they protested, they wanted to fight but their baby was at risk. They did it for him.

Everything became for him. No matter how tall the ask, there was nothing they wouldn't do for him. Nothing. And so they went into hiding, he surrendered his cloak, and they placed their trust in their friend.

They spent a long time in their cottage. Some days it felt like a prison, other times a sanctuary. There were times that they itched to fight, itched to be the ones taking home the wins for their side. There were times that their son did something that made the world seem simple because he was the only good thing in it. Him and each other.

Friends fell everywhere around them. Letters wound come through their friend, telling them of all the people they had lost to this war. This war they could do nothing about.

The days became darker. They felt hunted everyday. Their son, lighting the dark now and again, their friend lighting their days with his visits, until the leaves of October had nearly all fallen.

They weren't kids anymore by the time He came to their door. They were robbed of that childish life a long time ago, they just hadn't quite noticed when. When had they changed so much?

He arrived with a flash of green light. He left with more of the same, leaving behind two adults who were still kids somewhere. Somewhere deep within them, they were still the same teenagers in love.

But those teenagers, those kids, wouldn't be coming back. Because He had come and left in a flash of green light, leaving their bodies behind, and a small boy with a lightening scar, who was too young to save the world.

But that's how the world works. People die, others live. No one truly moves on.

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this song isn't usually my taste, but I honestly think it's beautiful and so I had to write something to it. Hope you liked it