Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination that comes with this song - related fanfic. Ms. J K Rowling owns anything Harry Potter related.
Song, thank you to Ms. Vanessa Carlton for writing and singing it, and her producer, Ron Fair for producing her album and letting the public hear her songs….(^_^)
A/N: gosh… I never knew that I could write this in less than an hour. YaY! For me! LoL… this is the first time a fic of mine ever has a song, or has a title the same as the song. Songfic…is it called? I dunno, anyways please R&R!!! I need to know what the public thinks and wants!…LoL (^_^) this is kinda a sad story, hope you peeps like it.
Avoir! Luv ya guys!
Ordinary Day…?
Just a day, an ordinary day
Just tryin' to get by
Just a boy, an ordinary boy but
He was looking to the sky and
As he asked if I would come along
I started to realize that everyday he finds just what he's lookin' for
And like a shooting star he shines, and he said
Take my hand, live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
And as he spoke, he spoke, ordinary words
Though they did not feel
And I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal and
As I looked up into those eyes, his vision borrows mine
And I know he's no stranger
For I feel I've held him for all of time, and he said
Take my hand, live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
Please come with me, see what I see
Touch the stars for time will not flee
Time will not flee, can't you see…
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream
As I wake in bed
And that boy, that ordinary boy
Was it all in my head?
Didn't he ask if I would come along
It all seemed so real, but as I looked to the door
I saw that boy standing there with a deal, and he said
Take my hand, live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams lie in the palm of your hand
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just tryin' to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy, but he was looking to the sky
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Hermione felt a tear fall her face. Lying there on her bed, an owl perched on her windowsill waiting for an answer, a reply. A letter she had in her hands. She though that music might help, if she listened. But as she turned on her radio, she heard
"And I felt what I had not felt before. And you'd swear those words could heal and
As I looked up into those eyes, his vision borrows mine .And I know he's no stranger…"
She heard a song that depicted her relationship. And what has happened.
Her eyes burned, she had been crying for an hour or so, the owl seeming to be getting impatient. But Hermione had no idea what to do, her loved one. Where has he gone? How could he leave with no goodbye? But to all those questions that filled her head, she had answers. The only one she could not answer, the only question which if answered all the others, was… why did he have to die? Why HIM !?!
Hermione burst into tears once again.
Memories of him flooded into her memory, the day he had said he was going off to war.
They had planned to meet at their favourite spot. A cliff, it was by the Atlantic Ocean.
The grass so green in Ireland, the waters of the ocean crashed into the rocks below. It was a fine day, the weather just perfect. It was spring; they had just come out of a horrible winter. That winter, the war had begun. He had arrived before her, she saw him standing there. Hand in pocket, looking out into the ocean. She smiled to herself, and then she went up to him and held his hand. They stood there for a couple of minutes, and then he turned to her. "Hermione, my love." He had said, " I don't want to go. But I have to." She understood. Many men were being drafted off to the final war, many of those people Hermione knew. She understood the loss but never knew that she would lose him…forever.
Hermione just stared at her engagement ring. She held out her hand and shone it in the sunlight; a smile crept upon her lips. She remembered when he had asked to marry her…
It was a few weeks after Hermione's nineteenth birthday; they had decided to have a day back in a place where as children they went. Hogsmead. There in the Three Broomsticks, he had proposed.
Now a letter in her hands, sent to her by her old headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, tells her that her fiancé, best friend, lover is dead. He was her whole world. Now he is gone, and her world is shattered into pieces. Cry as she may, she knew that nothing will bring him back… dark magic might, but that was what he was fighting against. She had but little memorabilia's to remember him by.
She then remembered, hat she was married to him. Funny to forget, but they had been together only a month or so before had left. After that meeting on the cliff, the date for their marriage was set to an earlier date. Now not only has she lost her husband, but she becomes a widow… and at the early age of twenty-one? Her mother would have been shocked, for she will be when she hears of the news.
Though a widow, another smile sneaks up on her. A little kick in her stomach she feels. She knows she can't be sad, or at least she shouldn't be depressed, lest it may affect her child. Five months pregnant and she receives a letter informing her of her husband's death? How… why? Why does when the world gives you joys, fate follows it up with sorrows?
At least, Hermione thinks while letting her eyes close, I will have something of his that will resemble him be with me. One loved one leaves, another arrives.
