Disclaimer: I only own Albert Weasly, the anything else in Harry Potter's magical world belongs
to J.K. Rowling. The lyrics to Starry Night belong to Don McLean.
A/N: it's kinda hard to tell the song from the story so I put a + in front of the song.
Albert Weasly looked out his window into the endless night and thought about his father. Ron
had been a teacher at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry during the first dark years
after Voldermort came back in power. Ron had been excellent at his job and was a wonderful
father. Albert would always cherish the memories of the Quidditch games and practical jokes
with his father. He turned from the window and pulled an old photo album from a shelf.
+Starry, starry Night
Paint your pallet blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Pictures of Albert's childhood filled the album. He flipped through it's pages until he
found the picture he was looking for. It showed his father standing behind him at his first
Defense against the dark arts class. Albert couldn't help but smile as his eleven-year-old self
waved frantically back at him.
+Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land
He had never paid attention, even in his father's class. Ron would say, "Someday
you'll wish you had payed more attention to me." Albert always brushed it off or laughed
thinking, ~by the time this matters to me the Dark Lord will have been defeated ~. But now he
wished he'd listened to his father. He realized how valuable his words really were. He put
the album away and went up to bed.
+ Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
In his dreams Albert saw his father, Ron was looking out over a beautiful landscape. It was the
time they had visited a muggle hotel in America. Albert was watching his father from inside their
room. Wispy clouds accented the beautiful autumn sunset, changing leaves and wild flowers
brightened the landscape but the man's face was wrinkled in worry. Ron held the railing of the
balcony and Albert knew that his father was thinking of Voldermort's gain of power in the
wizarding world.
+Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue
Albert woke in a cold sweat. He jumped out of bed and opened his window. Rain was coming
down in sheets and dark clouds covered the sky. The trees drooped as they had all his life, they
seemed as if it was harder to hold themselves up as Voldermort gained power.
+Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain,
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Ron had tried to convince the Dark Lord's followers to come back to the side of good. He had
offered to help them escape Voldermort's power. But even after the great Harry Potter had
identified more than 20 Death Eaters they wouldn't listen. All of Ron's understood how terrible
Voldermort was and Albert would have said a thousand thank-yous, for the warnings, if he could
see his father.
+Now I understand,
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
A week ago Voldermort killed Ron's best friend. Seeing Harry Potter dead in his coffin, never to
wake up from his peaceful sleep must of pushed all the hope out of a depressed man. The night
after Harry's funeral Ron jumped into the freezing waters of the small lake near his home. Ron
wrote
a short note before his death.
My children,
I'm sorry.
Some may have thought his fathers action was selfish but Albert knew his father's impossible
depression. He wiped a tear from his eye and tiredly boarded onto his broomstick.
+ For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could of told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you
He dismounted at the memorial hall. He opened a large door and walked into a hall full of
pictures. There were no names to identify the portrayed witches and wizards who visited other
pictures so often labels would have been useless. Albert entered the main room, sitting down in a
chair facing the front and the coffin that contained his father's body.
+Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch and can't forget
+Like the strangers that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken
On the virgin snow
Friends and family filled the room, Albert reached for a tissue.
+Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
~Father~, Albert thought, ~no matter how powerful the Dark Lord gets, I'll never join his side.
I'll never turn away from you.~
A/N: I love this song. This is my first attempt at a song fic. and I think it's pretty good. Just to
tell you I think Harry's going to defeat Voldermort in his 7th year. I had to write this and let it
out. I divided up parts of the lyrics that are usually together so it would work better for the
story.
to J.K. Rowling. The lyrics to Starry Night belong to Don McLean.
A/N: it's kinda hard to tell the song from the story so I put a + in front of the song.
Albert Weasly looked out his window into the endless night and thought about his father. Ron
had been a teacher at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry during the first dark years
after Voldermort came back in power. Ron had been excellent at his job and was a wonderful
father. Albert would always cherish the memories of the Quidditch games and practical jokes
with his father. He turned from the window and pulled an old photo album from a shelf.
+Starry, starry Night
Paint your pallet blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Pictures of Albert's childhood filled the album. He flipped through it's pages until he
found the picture he was looking for. It showed his father standing behind him at his first
Defense against the dark arts class. Albert couldn't help but smile as his eleven-year-old self
waved frantically back at him.
+Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land
He had never paid attention, even in his father's class. Ron would say, "Someday
you'll wish you had payed more attention to me." Albert always brushed it off or laughed
thinking, ~by the time this matters to me the Dark Lord will have been defeated ~. But now he
wished he'd listened to his father. He realized how valuable his words really were. He put
the album away and went up to bed.
+ Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
In his dreams Albert saw his father, Ron was looking out over a beautiful landscape. It was the
time they had visited a muggle hotel in America. Albert was watching his father from inside their
room. Wispy clouds accented the beautiful autumn sunset, changing leaves and wild flowers
brightened the landscape but the man's face was wrinkled in worry. Ron held the railing of the
balcony and Albert knew that his father was thinking of Voldermort's gain of power in the
wizarding world.
+Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue
Albert woke in a cold sweat. He jumped out of bed and opened his window. Rain was coming
down in sheets and dark clouds covered the sky. The trees drooped as they had all his life, they
seemed as if it was harder to hold themselves up as Voldermort gained power.
+Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain,
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Ron had tried to convince the Dark Lord's followers to come back to the side of good. He had
offered to help them escape Voldermort's power. But even after the great Harry Potter had
identified more than 20 Death Eaters they wouldn't listen. All of Ron's understood how terrible
Voldermort was and Albert would have said a thousand thank-yous, for the warnings, if he could
see his father.
+Now I understand,
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
A week ago Voldermort killed Ron's best friend. Seeing Harry Potter dead in his coffin, never to
wake up from his peaceful sleep must of pushed all the hope out of a depressed man. The night
after Harry's funeral Ron jumped into the freezing waters of the small lake near his home. Ron
wrote
a short note before his death.
My children,
I'm sorry.
Some may have thought his fathers action was selfish but Albert knew his father's impossible
depression. He wiped a tear from his eye and tiredly boarded onto his broomstick.
+ For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could of told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you
He dismounted at the memorial hall. He opened a large door and walked into a hall full of
pictures. There were no names to identify the portrayed witches and wizards who visited other
pictures so often labels would have been useless. Albert entered the main room, sitting down in a
chair facing the front and the coffin that contained his father's body.
+Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch and can't forget
+Like the strangers that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken
On the virgin snow
Friends and family filled the room, Albert reached for a tissue.
+Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
~Father~, Albert thought, ~no matter how powerful the Dark Lord gets, I'll never join his side.
I'll never turn away from you.~
A/N: I love this song. This is my first attempt at a song fic. and I think it's pretty good. Just to
tell you I think Harry's going to defeat Voldermort in his 7th year. I had to write this and let it
out. I divided up parts of the lyrics that are usually together so it would work better for the
story.