A/N: This is dedicated to Claire, or Gullsfan because she introduced me to this song, and started my love of Snow Patrol. Love you 3
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter. Shame :/
don't think, just do – You Could Be Happy – Snow Patrol
and she's sixteen years old
It's the last few moments of sunset, and she just loves this time of night.
And how does he know that? Because they're meant to be. But he wouldn't say that in front of her, because that would be too pathetic for words.
And he can see why she chooses the sunset to sneak out of the house and write bad songs, her journal or just sit and watch the last moments of day in this muggle field full of corn and – what was it? Oh yeh, a machine – in one corner. But then, Lily's always liked muggle stuff. She always thought it was cute.
A few seconds of the suns' light shining back onto the flecks of gold in her scarlet hair, and he realises there's something he's never told her. Something that needs to be said, even it's just pointless, because she would never, ever feel that way for him. He's too old and she's too young and there's that problem of practically being related and…Harry would be furious.
don't think just do says a voice.
"Lily." He finally manages to splutter, helplessly.
"Yeh, Ted?" she says, seemingly distracted by a cornflower that weaves through the long grass towards her palm. The blue looks incandescent against her white skin.
"I-." sigh. You'll never do it. It's taken you all these years and you've only just realised?
"What is it?" her eyes glitter questioningly into yours. Green-and-gold-and-honey in the fading light. And, he can't do it. She's too wonderful to lose.
"Nothing." He replies.
Sometime later, and they're both looking into the last fragment of dusk. Lily reaches out, and takes his hand.