Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the universe. I might own the plot, but I don't really care. It's not as if I'm making any money off this.
And sometimes I think maybe this time I'll add my own song to the chorus but it never feels quite right
That's their song not mine
I don't want to ruin it for them
And this is my song not theirs
I don't want them to ruin that for me
Because they always do
And this is almost the last one
Almost the only one I have left.
Do you want it?
Only scraps now
I used to have a song but now it's gone someone came and he was my friend or maybe not my friend and he took it away or gave it to me or maybe not I can't remember
I can't remember
Can't remember
Why
I need a song
Until years later when I've wandered through that endless childish wasteland of life for years and years or days and days or even more he finally speaks
But he's just a scraggly old man with a beard and I wonder why I was waiting for that so long
Oh, look. I remembered something. Isn't it beautiful?
I was looking for an answer to something and none of the answers worked but I need to keep on look, look, looking,
Because maybe if I find the answer I'll remember the question that was worth living like this to answer.
Could've been years, could've been days later. Time doesn't work like it will. Or used to. I'm sorry.
But then I find the question, and it doesn't even seem like asking anymore because I want to solve it, me, mine, and you can't have it.
I have a song now. Or thought I did. I'm not going to ask you if you want it. Not enough scraps. You took it and there wasn't enough me left for me, just rattling around that old and empty house like escape might be the only answer. But that doesn't matter now. I have enough now. I have enough and more, enough to brim over and spill because lord knows we both did enough of that before-
What?
There's enough of me now. That's different. There wasn't before. And I'm asking this question but I'm still here, Oh god I thought it would stop and then
A hand slips into mine and the fingers intertwine with mine and our palms rub together and I look up into her red hair and her green eyes and Lord it should probably be illegal to have a smile like that and there's way too much of me now and when did I ever think there wasn't and Lord am I in love with Lily Evans.
A/N: I like the end of this, it's nice to see something spooky and mysterious and depressing resolved happily for once. Please review, I'm new and anything helps. See you on the other side!