Someone Once Told Me, The Grass Was Much Greener on the Other Side.
Disclaimer :- I do NOT own Harry Potter, I don't own this song (cept from second versey bit) I do Own the Plot.
Summary :- This is a re-work of a very old fic of mine, with the same title, it is two years after the final year of Hogwarts and everyone thinks Harry is dead. Until Ginny sees a familiar drunk in the club she works at. Who is he?
Chapter 1.
Harry Potter was sat in the Muggle Bar having a 'few' drinks as he had told his Land Lady unfortunately he didn't realise the Bar was having an Open Mike Night and they were terrible and that was putting it mildly. This, factored in with the fact Harry could not be bothered to go to a different Bar made him become extremely drunk and this with the rushing in his ears made the sound drown out and he paid no attention until a girl standing on the stage started to sing. She had a guitar and was sat on a stool in the middle of the stage. At first she had been quiet and many people had been Jeering her on but she paid no heed and sat with her Guitar and started to sing in her husky voice.
'Someone Once Told Me,
That Grass was much Greener on the other Side.
Now I paid a visit, while its possible I missed it.
Its so different it's exactly the same.
An' Till further notice,
I'm in between From where I'm standing
My Grass is Green.
Someone once told me,
That Grass was much Greener on the other Side'
Harry was watching the girl on the stage, she had long red hair, 'a Weasley trademark' he though about his old friends before returning his attention to the girl. He seemed to recognise her in a vague sense but nothing in particular as he was 'drunk as a skunk' as his wonderful Land Lady tended to say. The girl had been strumming away before she launched into the next part of her song.
'But you left my side,
Yeah, you left my side
Now I'm on my own, but I'm doing fine.
And now I must tell you, that my hearts mendin' fine.
You may not believe it,
But from what I can see.
You have no right to be judging me.
Coz, Someone Once told me,
That Grass was much Greener on the other Side.'
The girl finished the last strums on her guitar and was met with a Gale of Applause grinning slightly she stood up and locked eyes with Harry who was sat at the bar staring at her.
"Thank You, Ginny!" smiled the woman running over the Microphone. "Still the most popular one here!" she remarked with laughter lilting the woman's voice. If you had been blind you would have been able to hear the smile on her voice. Ginny smiled a winked at her before looking back over at the spot where she had thought she'd seen Harry only to notice he had gone.
"Shit!" she muttered to herself. "Listen, I'll be back in, like 10 minutes I swear!" she shouted as she ran out of the bar and into the street. Looking wildly around for a sign of black hair and glasses. When she didn't see him she sighed and walked back inside wondering who she had actually seen. It couldn't be Harry, she thought. It was a trick of the light, he's dead we buried him 2 years ago. But think about it, it was an empty coffin, another voice said in the back of her head. He could still be alive they never found his body. Shaking all thoughts of Harry being alive out of her head she walked back inside the bar nodded to Jane who was running the Open Mike Night and took up her usual spot behind the bar. She had taken the job to get some extra cash during the day she was 'Ginny Weasley : The Daily Prophets Weekly Music Reviewer.' But at night she was 'Ginny Weasley : Barmaid and Singer at Alexander's.' She didn't know which job she preferred her Muggle one where she got to sing, or her wizarding one where she got to meet, interview and listen to Pre-releases of songs by the most popular Wizarding Artists.
Ginny got off her Shift at 11pm and apparated from the Alley around the back to directly outside Ron and Hermione's House and although the perfect couple who had been together since Hogwarts were well Perfect she could hear a blazing Row going on inside the house.
"Shit!" she whispered listening and trying to figure out whether to knock or not. She didn't know if her news would mean anything. It wasn't concrete or anything. She'd been stood on the stage he'd been right at the back of the room at the bar but she was still so sure.
"Ron! What did you think you were doing?" Hermione was shouting from inside. It was a good job they lived in a reasonably secluded area.
"Listen, Hermione. I thought it was a good idea I wanted something to busy myself with! I thought it was for the best! Just in case." said Ron trying to calm down his annoyed wife.
"You thought it was for the best?" Hermione replied in disbelief. "You thought it was for the best? Where on earth did you think that 'borrowing' Harry's Godfathers FLYING motorbike, to 'fix it up' was a good idea? You're as bad as you're father for some things!" Hermione stated obviously having started to cry Ginny decided it was the best moment to knock on the door.
"Hang on!" came a voice from the Hall, obviously Ron from not being as teary as Hermione. "Ginny? What are you doing here!" he asked amazed when he swung the door open and was met by his sisters face.
"Hi Ron. Listen I know I caught you at a bad moment!" she said bustling past him and dropping her guitar which she had had strapped to her back. "Hi Hermione." She said as she walked into the front room and stood up pacing waiting for Ron to enter.
"Gin! Stop Pacing!" he said in an inpatient voice obviously wanting to finish what he had started with Hermione. "What's going on?"
"Do you think…" she started before stopping. Not sure how to phrase her question she sighed and looked up.
"Do we think." Prompted Hermione. Looking interested all of a sudden. "Well, I was playing tonight in the Bar and I think Harry's still alive." She murmured.
"Pardon?" said Ron looking bewildered. And Hermione was staring at her with shock on her face.
"I think. Well… I know Harry is still alive." She said a bit louder.