So hard to trust what the heart understands
"Aw , don't worry Harry , don't cry Harry , it's alright , mommy is here."
*Flash*
Harry sat up with a start , once again subjected to the drabble of Prof. Binns. He had recently begun to remember things , and not the voices he hears when a Dementor comes close. New memories. Good memories.
Dancing bears
Painted wings
things I almost remember
"Hush little baby , don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird
And if that bird should fly away ..."
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December
It was scary. Harry didn't want to remember what hurt. Seeing his mom and dad , cuddling , holding him , having their petty fights hurt. How could her remember these things ? So hard to trust what the heart understands ...
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses glide through a silver storm
*Flash*
"No , not Harry ! Not Harry ! Please !"
A red headed figure ran from the room , a tall cloaked man following her.
"Step aside girl."
"No !"
*Flash*
Figures dancing endlessly
Across my memory
But it was so long ago. It didn't matter now , Harry told himself firmly. What matters now is what happens in school. Seeing them won't bring them back.
Far away
And long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
"Harry , are you alright ?"
"Yeah Hermione. Just - remembering."
*Flash *
"You know what ?"
"No."
"I like these fights."
"Why ?"
"Because , somehow we always make up."
Things my heart
Used to know
Things it yearns to remember
Seeing them won't bring them back . Nothing will. But sometimes , memories can do you good. Other times , they can hurt.
"Your parents gave their lives to save yours ... their sacrifice ... better witch and wizard you never did see ... gave their lives ... "
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December
"Aw , don't worry Harry , don't cry Harry , it's alright , mommy is here."
*Flash*
Harry sat up with a start , once again subjected to the drabble of Prof. Binns. He had recently begun to remember things , and not the voices he hears when a Dementor comes close. New memories. Good memories.
Dancing bears
Painted wings
things I almost remember
"Hush little baby , don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird
And if that bird should fly away ..."
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December
It was scary. Harry didn't want to remember what hurt. Seeing his mom and dad , cuddling , holding him , having their petty fights hurt. How could her remember these things ? So hard to trust what the heart understands ...
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses glide through a silver storm
*Flash*
"No , not Harry ! Not Harry ! Please !"
A red headed figure ran from the room , a tall cloaked man following her.
"Step aside girl."
"No !"
*Flash*
Figures dancing endlessly
Across my memory
But it was so long ago. It didn't matter now , Harry told himself firmly. What matters now is what happens in school. Seeing them won't bring them back.
Far away
And long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
"Harry , are you alright ?"
"Yeah Hermione. Just - remembering."
*Flash *
"You know what ?"
"No."
"I like these fights."
"Why ?"
"Because , somehow we always make up."
Things my heart
Used to know
Things it yearns to remember
Seeing them won't bring them back . Nothing will. But sometimes , memories can do you good. Other times , they can hurt.
"Your parents gave their lives to save yours ... their sacrifice ... better witch and wizard you never did see ... gave their lives ... "
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December