Umm, i dont own harry potter, J.K Rowling does.
And i dont own the song. Its is "everything" by lifehouse.
Sweet Dreams.
You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
Outside, the wind howled and the rain fell, the house was in darkness, in silence. All that could be heard was the splatter of rain on the window and muffled voices coming from the house next door. A man sat in the corner white as a sheet of paper looking into the darkness…
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
The man closed his eyes to stop the tears from falling, but he couldn't stop. For hours he sat there barley moving, allowing the tears to pour. With a clap of thunder the man snapped out of his trance. Standing up, he pulled out his wand slashing through the air destroying his possessions…
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
He screamed and cursed himself, smashing his head on the bookshelf. One of the books fell out; it was an old potions book. He picked the book up, hands shaking he opened it. Like a flood, memories filled his heart as he caressed the scribbled words written on the page…
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?
"Sev, meet me in the library at lunch. It's urgent".
His heart skipped a beat, he remembered all those years ago. Lily's sister refused to talk to lily again, "don't talk to me again, you freak. And tell the stupid bird to leave me alone". He never got along with that girl and he couldn't see why lily bothered with her…
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
He tucked the letter delicately inside the book, careful not to scrunch it. He returned to book to its original place, hoping to never open it again. His memories of school, of lily were the ones he cherished. But now, it was a reminder of everything he lost. Everything…
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
He fell onto the couch, lost in thought. He needed to make things right, he needed her forgiveness. But his mistake, his foolishness, his fault had robbed him of the chance. What he would give to be at her side, to go back to when it was just the two of them…
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Ever since their first encounter the many years ago, he had a friend, someone to talk to, and someone to listen. Losing himself in the memories where he and lily were best friends, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Dreaming of the next time they would meet, he rolled over and continued sleeping.
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?