If I Don't Make IT Back

"Hey Harry, don't worry," Hermione said.

"Yeah, my head may bust," He replied. None of us even had the strength to laugh. We all new that this may be his last bad joke.

"Hey guys... if i don't make it back, have a butter beer for me..." Harry started

"Harry you're..." Ron started.

"Just listen... Go to each Quidditch game. Sit on the Slytherin side and cheer for us abouve them all. Fly my Firebolt while screaming the song 'Born to Run' at the top of your voice..." They nodded... his favorite song. "Don't cry for me.. And most important... find someone who loves Ginny as much as I do.

"We went out for beers and a couple of laughs
Knowin' full well that every bad joke that Jimmy told
Might be his last
So we laughed like the world wasn't at war
Said things to him we'd never said before
And he teared up as he held up his glass
He said, boys, if I don't make it back

Have a beer for me, don't waste no tears on me
On Friday night sit on the visitors side
And cheer for the home team
Drive my Camaro, 90 miles an hour down Red Rock Rock
With 'Born to Run' blastin' on the radio
And find someone good enough for Amy
Who will love her like I would have
If I don't make it back

"Harry you're not going to die... You can win." Hermione pleaded trying to get Harry to stop saying these things.

"Just promise" HArry whispered.

"Promise"

We said, hey, man that ain't gonna happen
Don't even think like that
If we know you, you'll pull through without a scratch

"I asked Ginny to marry me Ron," Harry said suddely on their way to the school.

"Finaly popped the question. About time." Ron swatted him on the sholder.

"You're my best man.. I thought you might want to know.. Just incase i don't make it back."

He pulled me aside in the parkin' lot
Said, Amy and me we're gonna tie the knot
You're my best man, just wanted you to know that
Just in case I don't make it back

He watched as Voldemort fell to the ground. It was worth it. IT was all worth it. Even dying...

Have a beer for me, don't waste no tears on me
On Friday night sit on the visitors side
And cheer for the home team
Drive my Camaro, 90 miles an hour down Red Rock Rock
With 'Born to Run' blastin' on the radio
And find someone good enough for Amy
Who will love her like I would have
If I don't make it back

If the good Lord calls me home
I'd like to think my friends
Will think about me when I'm gone

I don't really like butter beer but I have one just for him. We haven't missed one Quidittch mach yet. WE was singing 'Born to Run' when his Firebolt finally died. And I introduced Ginny to a friend of mine from Glasglow.. but you know she just ain't ready.

Well, Miller Lite ain't my brand
But I drink one every now and then, in his honour
And we ain't missed a home game yet
Had that Camero at 110 on Red Rock Road
When the speakers blowed
And I introduced Amy to a friend of mine from Monroe
He's a good ol' boy
But you know, she just ain't ready