The Opener
AN: This is based on the song "The Opener" by The Courteeners. It's really a beautiful song, and it's a great band too. If you like this, check them out.
This is also a companion piece to my other Remus/Tonks songfic, Romeo and Juliet, but you don't have to read it to understand this.
(But you should, to make the crazy writer happy!)
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the twins (Weasleys, not Parvati and Padma) would form a band.
Ron would play drums, Harry would play keyboard, Fred would play bass guitar and George would play lead, and Hermione would be the singer/songwriter.
(She would also dye her hair electric blue.)
They would then defeat Voldemort with awesome music.
I've been away, I've been working
But now I'm back
I need to know if you're still there
And I need to know if you still care
Of course you do, of course you do
You were made for me, and I was made for you
He waves his right hand out to the road, and a huge purple triple decker bus tumbles down the road at 120 miles an hour.
He hurries on, without any of the trunks or luggage most other wizards have, and the teen attendant looks at him oddly as he gives an address. He is on autopilot, and he is not sure what he is saying.
The only reason he knows he hasn't said Grimmauld Place is that he's fairly certain he just came from there. Some things change, but the majority stands still
And I need to know if you want to
And I need to know if you will
Of course you do, of course you do
But I was made for this place, and I was made for you
He breathes heavily as he stumbles off the bus, and watches it rattle along the street. Then he takes in his surroundings.
He's near her parents' house. Near her. Near their child.
He hurries up the road to her. I don't know if you would welcome me back with
Open arms through the door
I don't expect anything but please know that I love you for sure
He is hesitating by the door. He can hear a faint, broken sound.
It's her. She's crying.
He knocks softly and asks to come in.
I miss your eyelashes and the streets where I grew tall
I miss getting pissed wet through
Getting to yours and getting warm
I miss stopping over and borrowing someone else's clothes
It's so nice to be home, you'd never have known that
I'd even been away
Time slows down as he listens to slow footsteps shuffle towards the door.
He's missed everything about her.
Her bubblegum pink hair.
Her teasing grin.
Her endless collection of witty T-shirts and loose jeans. I miss the city I love but I've been having an affair
With L.A and New York
Dundee and Doncaster if I may dare
Of course I do, of course I do
But I was meant for this place, and I was meant for you
The door opens.
I miss the city I love but I've been having an affair
With L.A and New York
Dundee and Doncaster if you should care
Of course you do, of course you do
She falls out.
But I was made for this place and I was made for you
My heart is here, here to stay
They kiss and cry.
AN: Now review, or I will write the aforementioned band piece and your lives will be over!
And don't forget, reviews mean hugs given to random people on the street!