They were born with names that would become their defining characteristics, and with power unequaled. In a world of perfection, four Purebloods find pain, the strength to survive it -and time to laugh-, as idols fall and Voldemort rises, and war rages on.

As Voldemort turns their world into a nightmare of fear and hate and killing, and neighbor turns on neighbor and the line between Auror and Death Eater blurs, Hermione wonders why cherry blossoms have to fall at the height of their bloom just as they begi

Odd title? Yes, I figured...Cho after Cedric's death, poem form because I've read one too many My Immortal songfics, please R and R!