AN: Harry's point of veiw in Voldemorts body (GRAB TISSUES)
Where Is The Love: A Harry Potter Song-Fic
By LilyflowerWeasley
What's
wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no
mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only
attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we
try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In
the USA, the big CIA
And his scream was Harry's scream, his pain was Harry's pain... that it could happen here, where it had happened before... here, within sight of that house where he had come so close to knowing what it was to die ... to die ... the pain was so terrible ... ripped from his body ... But if he had no body, why did his head hurt so badly; if he was dead, how cold he feel so unbearably, didn't pain cease with death, didn't it go ...
The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square and the shop windows covered in paper spiders,
The
Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for
your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to
discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're
bound to get irate, yeah
Badness is what you demonstrate
And
that's exactly how anger works and operates
Nigga, you gotta have
love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and
meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all
in him that he always knew on these occasions ... Not anger ... that was for weaker souls than he ... but triumph, yes ... He had waited for this, he had hoped for it...
"Nice costume, mister!"
He saw the small boy's smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his pained face: Then the child turned and ran away ... Beneath the robe he fingered the handle of his wand ... One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother ... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary...
People
killin', people dyin' Father, Father, Father help us
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can
you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other
cheek
Send us some guidance
from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where
is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the
love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love
And along a new and darker street he moved, and now his destination was in sight at last, the Fidelius Charm broken, though they did not know it yet ...
And he made less noise than the dead leaves slithering along the pavement as he drew level with the dark hedge, and steered over it ...
They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black-haired boy in his blue pajamas. The child was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist ...
It
just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the
world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there
pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical
gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With the ongoin' sufferin' as
the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So
I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that
we livin' in people keep on givin' in
A door opened and the mother entered, saying words he cold not hear, her long dark-red hair falling over her face. Now the father scooped up the son and handed him to the mother. He threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning... The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open.
He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand ...
Makin'
wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin'
each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's
undercover
The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If
you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love,
y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I
don't know)
Where's the love, y'all
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Hold him off, without a wand in his hand! ... He laughed before casting the curse ...
"Avada Kedavra!"
People
killin', people dyin' Father, Father, Father help us Where is the love (The love)
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can
you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other
cheek
Send us some guidance
from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is
the love (Love)
Where is the
love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love
The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glow like lighting rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut ...
He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, at least, had nothing to fear ...
I
feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older,
y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money
makin'
Selfishness got us followin' in the wrong direction
Wrong
information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main
criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in ... She had no wand upon her either ... How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends,
Kids
act like what they see in the cinema
Yo', whatever happened to the
values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in
equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack
of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason
why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes
I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin'
under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
that weapons could be discarded even for moments... He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand ... and there she stood, the child in her arms. At the sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen instead
People
killin', people dyin' Father, Father, Father help us Where is the love (The love)
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can
you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other
cheek
Send us some guidance
from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is
the love (Love)
Where is the
love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead --"
"This is my last warning --"
"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy ... have mercy ... Not Harry! Not Harry! Please -- I'll do anything ..."
"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"
He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all ...
The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. The child had not cried all this time. He could stand, clutching the bars of his crib, and he looked up into the intruder's face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and his mother would pop up any moment, laughing --
He pointed the wand very carefully into the boy's face: He wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one, inexplicable danger.
The child began to cry: It had seen that he was not James. He did not like it crying, he had never been able to stomach the small ones whining in the orphanage --
"Avada Kedavra!"
And then he broke. He was nothing, nothing but pain and terror, and he must hide himself, not here in the rubble of the ruined house, where the child was trapped screaming, but far away ... far away ...