Chapter 893 - Pyre Ⅱ (1/2)

A pained mȯȧn brings Molly out of her thoughts. She glances at the glistening white bedsheets towards the occupant on the bed, Lorcan D'Eath. The boy's pale eyelids begin to show initial signs of stirring. ”Dobby!” She loudly said causing Bill to startle awake in a panic.

Gasping with real terror in his blue eyes, Bill glances around in panic, before Molloy quickly soothes her son. ”It's alright, Bill. It's safe, I am here now.”

Bill blinks blearily at his mother, a loud pop causes him to flinch in fear remembering the sound of the terrible events of that night. ”Dobby is here!” The house elf squeaked.

”Please go summon, Dorea Potter,” Molly explained, ”the child is awakening.”

”Dobby obeys!” The house elf proudly squeaked before vanishing.

Feeling Bill hiding his face in her shoulder, Molly pulls Bill closer and begins to hum, an old lullaby ancient lullaby said to originate from when man and wizard still lived in unison. Perchance, there was even some truth to the tale as all wizarding cultures still possessed the song in some variance or another. The antiquity of the lullaby had even been confirmed by the oldest wizard in existence, Barry Winkle, who was born in 1236, (739 years old in 1975). The oldest wizard in existence could still recall the lullaby being sung even in his own childhood!

Trying to settle Bill and comfort the awakening poor boy, Molly softly begins to sing the ancient lullaby.

Never hunger,

Never seek,

Lest wishes spring

And awaken the Beast.

In days of yore,

The Beast awoke

To an empty heart

Insatiable hunger,

Greed-

The Beast devours,

Friends and Foes.

Adversaries,

Life and Death embrace,

The Hourglass overturns,

Fate and Destiny reversed,

The Tapestry unravels,

Heaven and Earth clash,

The Beast slayed.

Triumphant anguish,

Latent seeds,

The Hourglass flows,

Fate and Destiny returns.

Never hunger,

Never seek,

Lest wishes spring

Molly's voice trails off leaving Bill much calmer and Lorcan breathing more at ease. She lets out a quiet relieved sigh and hears the soft creak of the door opening behind her. The pale face of Dorea Potter can be seen. Her gray eyes scan the room, before falling onto the slumbering child. His eyelids flutter trying to awaken from their profound slumber.