I remember tears streaming down your face. When I said, I'll never let you go,
You sat on the edge of our bed, sobbing, holding a photo of the order. The faces smiled up at you, some were dead now, but still smiled, unknowing of their fate. I held you as you cried and you clutched onto me like a child, like ours do. I hate seeing you like this, but I can't promise that it'll all be okay, because it probably won't. So I simply promise never to let you go, the same promise I'd made on our wedding day.

When all those shadows almost killed your light, I remember you said, don't leave me here alone,
You never seem happy anymore, even the little ones notice. You don't play with them or hum to yourself as you cook. You're like a ghost, and it pains me. I can't stand to see you so sad. You used to light up even the darkest of times. Your hair was vibrant, showing your beautiful personality, but now it's dull, you look so drained and there's nothing I can do to help you. You don't understand how much it hurts me, not being able to help you.
I lifted up Charlie; I was going to take him fishing. You looked so scared as I opened the door, you begged me to stay with you, you told me it was dangerous out there, that it wasn't safe. I hugged you and held you, and you began to sob again, I hate to see you so sad.

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight.
The funerals are always hard. Sometimes they are friends. Sometimes we don't know them. We mourn them all the same, knowing they were good people, all dying for the same reason. We never take the children; we don't want to upset them. We're gone that often, I think Bill knows where we are, but he never mentions it. He and Charlie never ask where we were, just hug us when we get home and go back to playing with their toys. You hold the twins and Percy, rocking them back and forth, whispering to them.

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.
You hardly sleep any more. You sit outside the boys' rooms and stare blankly around. You always hold your want tightly; ready to fight back at anything that may come. I lift you beneath the arms, and comfort you, promising to look after you, promising you'll never need to fight to protect them, that they're safe. I tell you to get some sleep, but you never do, you say the war's not over yet, that we're never safe, until it is.

You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.
When you finally drift into sleep, losing the grip on your wand and just laying there, peacefully, you look so beautiful. I stroke your soft hair, and swear to always protect you, no matter what. I brush your hair behind your ear and kiss your cheek. Just a brush of the lips, you're finally asleep and free from all of this, I don't want to wake you.

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.
The war has to be over soon. You suggest taking the boys to Shell Cottage until it is. You say the seven of us should all go. Then you see the Hogwarts leavers signing up to join the order, and hearing their motivation, keeping each other safe. You decide we have to stay, and fight. They see you, all worn out and pity you; they don't seem to understand that that's what a war does to you. But it has to be over soon, we need to get back to normal.
When it's over, we'll be alright. You'll bring back the light, and we'll be safe and sound.