Hey what's up? So, I've recently got into songfics. I love writing them. Anyway, I''ve decided to start a collection of them. And it's going to be called "Harmony". Because as all ya'll Pumpkin Piers out there, Harmony is Harry and Hermione mixed together. It also has to deal with music so I thought that was the cutest thing I could come up with. Hehe.
Okay, so if you read "Shattered", I said that that was my fav song, but "Anywhere But Here" is also my fav. Haha. Anyway this is "Anywhere But Here" by Safetysuit. I guess "Shattered" is my fav song by a band that no longer exists. And "Anywhere But Here" is my fav song by a band that still exists. Hehe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I do not own "Anywhere But Here", Safetysuit does.
This one's about Harry going off to fight Voldemort. Or he has defeated him and is coming home. It's about how he misses Hermione. And its also how Hermione is coping. If you listen to the song, it has an amazing tune. Listen to it on Youtube! And when you've done that, listen to the violin version. Even better!
Anyway, enjoy!
Anywhere But Here
He did it. He defeated him. He was gone. What he had been trying to do for seven years was finally done. He stared down at the corpse with sorrow, with tears rolling down his cheeks. 'Sorry you never got to love. Never felt it. Never could experience it. But I have felt it. I've experienced it. I wish you could have felt this amazing emotion.' He lowered his wand and moved back as the Voldemort's body exploded into green ashes and blew away with the wind. Harry watched seven years of his life blow away. His knees gave out and he sank to them.
"I did it," he whispered to no one. 'He's gone. Forever. He can't hurt anyone anymore. I'm so tired' he thought as he closed his eyes. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to dream of his new life. He snapped his eyes open, forcing them open so that he could get home. He wanted to apparate, but could not as he did not want to splinch himself as his head was not all there. He was not thinking straight. He stood up and began to proceed home.
He thought about what had just happened.
"You can't defeat me, Harry Potter. You might as well give up," Voldemort taunted as he shot another Cruciatus Curse at him.
"NEVER!" he shouted through gritted teeth trying not to call out in pain. "You will never win!"
"Oh, no, I think it's you that will never win, Harry Potter. The whole Wizarding and Muggle world will be doomed. The first thing I am going to do is kill you. Then I am going to find that Mudblood whore you love so much and Dolohov-you remember Dolohov, right?-is going to rape her and torture her," he told him. Harry looked over to the side at Dolohov and recognition hit him like a ton of bricks. He was the one who had cursed Hermione in the Department of Mysteries. Anger surged through him and called out "Avada Kedavra!" Dolohov fell to the ground. Dead. Harry smiled, glad to be rid of him. But wished he would have tortured him more for hurting Hermione.
"Very good, Potter. You made your first kill. How does it feel?" Voldemort asked him putting another Cruciatus Curse over him.
"Amazing," he gritted out.
"Yes, yes. Killing is spectacular," he hissed slowly like a snake.
"I don't believe in killing. But if it's to protect someone I love, then I would do it in a heartbeat," he said.
"Love!" Voldemort said in a scoff. "Love will get you nowhere. Love holds you back! Makes you weak, boy!"
"You're wrong!" he said strongly. "Love is the most powerful and strongest thing there is in the world! Think about what it'll do! You would jump in front of a Killing Curse so that it would not hit the one you love so that they would live."
"Exactly! It makes you weak! It'll make you get yourself killed! Your Mudblood would never do that for you!"
Harry got angry again. He slowly stood up and faced him. "She's not a Mudblood. If only you knew who she was. If only you knew love. I know love. I know love every time I see her. I'm sorry you never knew it. You will never know it. And I feel so sorry for you," he said with tears flowing down his cheeks. "Avada Kedevra!" he yelled pointing his wand at him. Her face. Her lovely, beautiful face was in his mind as he killed him. Wanting to see her again.
Voldemort was caught offguard as he processed all of Harry's words, trying to wrap them around his mind and was hit with the deadly curse. Harry seemed to lose his hearing. All he heard was his breathing. Nothing else. Time seemed to stop. Then Harry heard Voldemort's wand clink on the ground. Heard it bounce. Once. Twice. Three times. He watched as Voldemort crumpled to the ground. He shook his head. 'Never to know love.'
Is this the end of the moment,
Or just a beautiful unfolding
Of a love that will never be?
Or maybe be?
Hermione sat in the rocking chair in the nursery rocking the little boy and feeding him a bottle of milk. She smiled down at him. The boy's parents and grandparents had died recently, leaving the boy to his godfather, who was not there, and his godmother, who was she. The boy's name was Teddy Lupin. He was only four months old and the sweetest baby Hermione had ever seen. His mother was a Metamorphmagus. They can change their physical appearances by will. However, Teddy could only change the color of his hair and eyes. Right now, his eyes were chocolate-brown, the color of Hermione's as he was looking up at her while he ate his dinner. His hair was dark shade of blue. Calmness. Peace. Exhaustion. Hermione had been taking care of him for a few weeks. Right after Andromeda was killed. They had a funeral for her and Teddy was given to Hermione as they found Andromeda's will.
The seventeen-year-old could barely believe that the tyke was given to her. She knew some things about babies but not much. She read books, but eventually learned within a week with being with him. She was to raise him, with Harry.
Harry. Her best friend. He had gone off to fight Voldemort nine months before. She missed him. So much. Often she would lay in her bed and cry.
Everything that I never thought could happen
Or come to pass and
I wonder
If maybe
Maybe I could be
All you ever dreamed, cause you are
Teddy finished the bottle and Hermione took the nipple out of his mouth. Then she put him on her shoulder and tapped his back softly, waiting for him to spit up. When he did, she put him back in her lap and cleaned him up. Then, she continued to rock him to sleep as she told her godson about his godfather. "Your godfather is the bravest man that I know. He cares about so many people. He puts other people before himself. However, I have no idea if he's even alive or not." Teddy yawned and smacked his lips a bit before looking up at her, waiting for her to continue. "You're a sweet boy, Teddy Lupin. Your parents were two of the bravest people I knew. You're godfather is my best friend. And the love of my life. He does not know it, though. I was too shy to tell him before he left. Stupid girl, I am."
Beautiful inside
So lovely and I
Can't see why I do anything without you, you are
And when I'm not with you
I know that it's true
That I'd rather be anywhere but here without you
"I wish he was here. I miss him so much. I just want to tell him that I love him," she said as a tear rolled down her cheek and landed on the baby boy's cheek. Hermione did not really notice. The teardrop rolled off of his cheek and onto her knee. It looked as if he was crying as well. He raised a hand to her, but could not reach her. He could not touch her. Could not comfort her. So, he just curled up onto his side, towards her stomach, and snuggled in deep. He closed his eyes and proceeded to fall asleep. Hermione looked at him and noticed he was awake. She picked him up gently and put him on his stomach in his crib. Teddy was covered with his warm, blue blanket that had flying books on them. Teddy stirred a bit as he noticed the warmth from his godmother was gone, but eventually settled into sleep. Hermione turned the overhead light off and put the magic turning lamp on. Snitches of various colors danced along the walls. She turned the baby monitor on and shut the door, leaving a crack.
Hermione fell into her bed and turned the receiver from the baby monitor on. She took out a book and started to read it. However, her mind was elsewhere. It was on her best friend. Her love. Her Harry. She wanted him home and away from danger. He had pleaded. Begged for her to stay home. Hidden. Safe. Secure. She did, however, send her parents off to Australia. She wished she had gone with him. But then she realized that there would have been no one to take care of Teddy. He probably would have been sent to an orphanage. And she could not have let that happen. He was hers now. Hers and Harry's. She hoped he was okay.
Eventually, she cried herself to sleep, clutching onto a picture of the two of them.
Harry stopped at a local, Muggle pub for something to eat. He was hungry. There were some people there but not many. They all looked at him. He must have looked a fright. His bottom lip was cut and busted. He had bruises on his face and arms. His clothes were torn and bloodied up. He was sweating. Dirt was all over him. He walked with a limp. He sat down at a small table and a waitress went up to him and asked for his order. It was simple. He wanted fish and chips and a glass of water. She gave him a strange look and walked away.
The blood had stopped, but the pain was still there. He had been under the Cruciatus Curse many times. He felt a little shaken and jittery. He kept glancing around at everyone. He saw a few couples there that night. Sitting by themselves. He wondered if he had ruined their night. He wondered if all they wanted to do was snog and now they had probably lost their appetite to even eat. He watched one couple, though, who did not stop snogging. He realized at that moment that that's what he wanted. He wanted someone to kiss. He wanted someone to hug. He wanted someone. Someone to love. He preached to Voldemort about it, but he really did not have it. He fought. He fought for his love. For Hermione. He wanted her. He loved her. He wanted to hold her. To kiss her. To love her. He wanted to be with her. Right now. He wanted to be anywhere but here without her.
The waitress came back with his order. "Might I ask, what happened?" she asked him.
"Oh, uh," He tried to think of the best lie, so he just kept it vague. "Disagreement." She nodded, taking that answer, and left.
He ate happily and downed his water, eager to get to Hermione. Finally he finished and paid and left the pub.
He walked down the dark streets, making his way towards London. He needed to get to a bus station. He would've used the Floo, but he did not want face anyone who knew who he was. Not until he saw Hermione.
The bus finally arrived at the station and he got on. "You need to go to a hospital?" the bus driver asked.
"No, Grimmauld Place, London, please," he replied and sat down.
"Okay, it'll be a little while."
"That's fine."
Is this a natural feeling?
Or is it just me bleeding
All my thoughts and dreams
In hope that you will be with me?
Or is this a moment to remember?
Or just a cold day in December?
I wonder
If maybe
Maybe I could be
All you ever dreamed, cause you are
He rode the bus all the way to London. He watched people get on and off. He watched people look at him curiously. He watched as they stayed far away from him. He wondered if they even knew there was a war going on. He wondered if they knew he had just ended it. He wondered if they even cared. It was a war about love and hate. And how it was connected. He wondered if they knew he had just saved their lives. He saw a few little children. They were happy and content. He smiled at them. They smiled back. Their mothers, however, told them not to look at him. They did not know. He wished he could clean himself up, but he could not do magic in front of Muggles. He internally chastised himself for not thinking of that before when he was alone.
Beautiful inside
So lovely and I
Can't see why I'd do anything without you, you are
And when I'm not with you
I know that it's true
That I'd rather be anywhere but here without you
The bus driver arrived at Grimmauld Place and Harry paid him and got off. He sighed and walked down the sidewalk to Number Twelve. However, to anyone, Number Twelve was non-existant. But he knew where it was. Right in between Numbers Eleven and Thirteen. Just as he thought that, the two townhouses split apart and another townhouse grew. He walked up the steps and opened the door.
It was dark so he whispered, "Lumos." His wand lit up and he navigated himself up the stairs. He was going to go into his room to clean himself up a bit before he saw Hermione, but he saw a room that no one used slightly ajar. A strange light was coming from it and bouncing off the walls. Curious, he opened the door and walked in. There were several toys scattered. A bookcase was filled with various children's books. A white crib was up against a wall. The light was coming from a magic turning lamp that was giving off snitches of many colors. He walked over to the crib to peer in what was in it. He looked in and smiled. Of course, there was a baby. From the blue blanket, he could tell that it was a boy. However, he had no idea who this child was or who he belonged to.
The child woke up from the light from Harry's wand. He turned over onto his back to look up at him. Harry smiled and the baby smiled back, kicking his feet. "Hello, who do you belong to?" The baby started to coo and make noises.
Is this the end of the moment
Or just a beautiful unfolding
Of a love that will never be
For you and me?
Hermione shot awake as she heard noises coming from the receiver of the baby monitor. She watched the red light become three red lights, indicating that the baby was indeed up. However, she heard another voice in the room. It sounded adult-like. A manly voice. She got out of her bed and grabbed her wand and made her way to the nursury.
She saw the door wide open and could see an outline of a person at the crib. His back was to her, but Hermione could see his back for a mere glance as a Golden Snitch landed on it and lit it up. She heard Teddy coo and giggle more. He did not seem to be hurt, but he could be in a moment. She pointed her wand at the figure. "Step away from the crib and turn around slowly," she ordered firmly.
The figure stiffened and backed away and then turned around slowly. Hermione turned on the light and looked at his face. She gasped.
Cause you are
You're beautiful inside
You're so lovely and I
Can't see why I'd do anything without you, you are
And when I'm not with you, I know that it's true
That I'd rather be anywhere but here without you
"Harry...?" She lowered her wand and it fell to the floor with a soft clink!
"Hey, Hermione," he smiled.
She ran into his arms in a tight hug. "Harry!" He grunted in pain, but did not mind it much as he was just glad he was hugging her. "I've been so worried about you! I thought you had died!"
"I'm sorry, Hermione, for making you worry. But he's dead. He's gone."
She pulled back from him and smiled, cupping his face in her hands. "I knew you could do it." She kissed his forehead, tenderly, right where his scar was. He knew, at that moment, that it would never hurt again.
"Who is that?" he asked looking at the baby.
"Oh, that's Teddy Lupin," she said.
"Oh," was what he said.
"We're his godparents, Harry. Remus, Tonks, Andromeda. They're all dead. He was given to you and I. We're to raise him," she explained.
Harry looked down sadly. They had lost three great fighters. "They're gone."
"Yeah, but we're here. We did it, Harry. You did it."
"It's because of you."
Hermione looked at him confusedly. "What?"
"Your face...it was what I saw when I killed him. It gave me the strength to defeat him. Vanquish him. It was you who helped me kill him. You're as much a hero as me. I know I made you stay. But I'm glad because I could not live a day without you. You don't know what would happen to me if you did," he told her as the tears appeared.
Hermione started to cry as well. Teddy made a sound, indicating his presence again. She smiled and leaned over to get him out of his crib. She held him tightly as he lifted his head to look at his godfather. This strange, new person. "Teddy, this is your godfather, Harry Potter. The most bravest man I know."
Teddy giggled and changed his eye color from brown to green. His hair turned from blue to brown. He now looked like the child of Harry and Hermione. They smiled.
"He's the future of the Wizarding World now, Harry," she said seriously. "He survived because you destroyed the threat. He can live in peace now. He can be a regular baby. He's the future."
"He's our future," Harry said staring at her lovingly. "I love you, Hermione."
Hermione snapped her head up to look at him. "What?" Did he just say-?
"I love you, Hermione Granger. I have been for seven years. I never want to be anywhere but here with you and Teddy."
"I love you, too," she said and he bent low to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. His lip was busted but he felt no pain. Love was healing it. Love was healing him.
He never wanted to by anywhere without her again.
THE END
I know that wasn't as good as my other stories, but I really love that song. Hope you liked it.
I'm not sure what song I'm going to do next. I may do smut next, I don't know.
Anyway, pleez review!
DREWHHR