So many people (that I've spoken to anyway)hate this scene from the movie, because it wasn't in the books and it could have been replaced with something that was in the books.
BUT I thought of this, and I just love the idea of it.
LYRICS ARE NOT IN ORDER
Bill sat at the table, staring at the wireless. Fleur was scrubbing away at a dish in the sink, and Bill suspected that specific plate may have been washed at least four times by now.
Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start
Bill rose, walking towards her. He grabbed her arm out of the sink, swinging her around and into his arms.
"Beel, my 'ands! Zey are wet!" She protested, trying to reach for a towel.
"I don't mind if you don't." Bill whispered, wrapping his arms around her. She relaxed, leaning her head against his chest. They swayed, just letting the music fill their tiny kitchen. It was as if, outside their home and through the protective boundaries, the world was safe.
Bill took one of her hands from his shoulder, and spun her. She laughed as he placed a hand on her waist, pulling her close again. She wrapped an arm tighter around his shoulder, their free hands entwined as they swayed to the tune of the music.
Poor old Jim's white as a ghost
He's found the answer that we lost
We're all weeping now, weeping because
There ain't nothing we can do to protect you
Bill leaned his head against her, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. Their wedding bands flashed against their fingers in the light of the lamp lit kitchen. Fleur brushed her fingers gently over one of the scars of his face, her finger tracing it down to his neck. She placed a gently kiss at the base of the scar, and Bill gently lifted her chin so their lips met.
Hey little train! We are all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
And the train ain't even left the station
The song faded off, leaving silence in the kitchen. A precious six minutes, they had been free and safe from war. A precious six minutes, when these newlyweds were just that. A precious six minutes, where everything was alright.
Remus looked over the top his book. She was half curled up on the couch, staring at the wireless that was perched on the arm of the couch next to her. He knew what she was listening for, she was listening for the day her father's name was listed as one of the dead.
Remus could hear Andromeda in the kitchen, it was where she spent most her days now that Ted had left. Remus didn't know what she did all day, but she managed to keep herself busy.
Remus set his book down, watching his wife for a moment.
Forgive us now for what we've done
It started out as a bit of fun
Here, take these before we run away
The keys to the gulag
He stood, walking over to her. He offered her his hand. She looked up, startled that he was suddenly there, standing over her. She looked at his hand, unsure.
"We never did get a first dance as husband and wife.'' He said quietly. She gave him a small smile, taking his hand. He pulled her away from the couch, taking her waist and pulling her close. The small bump under her shirt pressed against him, a reminder of what could be lost.
He rested his cheek against her hair, which hadn't been changed color since Bill and Fleur's wedding, when it had been blonde. It was now her usual mousy brown, which if Remus was honest, a terrible look for her. He took one of her hands in his, holding it to his chest. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, almost begrudgingly, her head leaned against his shoulder.
They swayed, just holding each other, the music gently in the background.
We have the answer to all your fears
It's short, it's simple, it's crystal clear
It's round about, it's somewhere here
Lost amongst our winnings
"Do you think we'll die?" She asked quietly.
"Not for a long time." Remus promised. "In 20 years, we'll be dancing at our child's wedding. We'll be okay, Dora, I promise."
"Do you think it hurts? Dying?" She asked, her voice sounding exhausted.
"We won't know for another 50 years, at least."
Hey little train! We're all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
It's beyond my wildest expectation
Remus held her, and then realised she was shaking. He leaned back, to study his face. She was crying, tears streaming silently down her cheeks.
"Dora?" He asked.
"Don't leave me." She whispered. "Promise, we'll never die."
Arthur sat quietly, watching the fireplace. He looked over to Molly, who was knitting silently. The war had taken its toll on both of them. The last few months had been the worst, with Ginny back at Hogwarts and Ron having taken off with Hermione and Harry... Molly cried most nights. She cried when harder when a new Order member disappeared. She cried when she heard of the deaths, she cried for their families. She cried because the thought of it happening to her family was too much.
Arthur remembered the last Christmas, when everyone had been home.
"We danced to this when we were eighteen!" said Molly, wiping her eyes on her knitting. "Do you remember, Arthur?"
It wasn't the same song on the wireless, but Arthur stood anyway. He walked over to her, taking her knitting out of her hands. She looked almost insulted, but when he extended his hand, she smiled softly.
They are knocking now upon your door
They measure the room, they know the score
They're mopping up the butcher's floor
Of your broken little heart
He took her in his arms, and they danced. He spun her, as if they were eighteen again. She laughed lightly when he kissed her ear, and when he dipped her. He nearly dropped her because he may had a few egg nogs, but he managed to keep them both upright.
O children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice
"We'll be alright." He whispered in her ear, holding her close. "You'll see."
Hey, little train! Wait for me
I once was blind but now I see
Have you left a seat for me
Is that such a stretch of the imagination
I just love the idea of most of them getting a few chances to be happy during the final year. I feel like they would all struggle to be happy, but these tiny moments would help immensely.