Title: Living Beyond The Windowsill
Summary: Fed-up of both the Dursley's and wizarding world. Harry decides to leave. Leave England for good. But not alone. DM/HP.
A:N Random One-shot I wrote one day. I wasn't grey when wrote this.
HP is not mine and neither is the song.
Don't wanna hear the noises on TV
Don't want the salesmen coming after me
Don't wanna live in my father's house no more
Don't want it faster, I don't want it free
Don't wanna show you what they done to me
Don't wanna live in my father's house no more
Don't wanna choose black or blue
Don't wanna see what they done to you
Don't wanna live in my father's house no more
I looked up and stared out of the window. I Looked past the neat lane of terraces and garden. I looked beyond the glass window that kept me trapped here. I Looked past it and into my future.
Grey, Rainy and British. Cloudy sky's just suited England. It suited the people. The weather changed to the mood of the people. It was constantly grey, cloudy and quite rainy (most of the year round). Just like the people everyone dressed in grey, black and blue. Everyone kept to themselves. Its was the way us British lived.
My legs prop up and pulled into a embrace by my hand. I had my face pressed against the cool glass window. The cold feeling of the glass was relaxing and soothing against my skin. Many thoughts swirled around my head. Many memories. Both good and bad. But at this moment I couldn't careless about what happened in the past because in a moment it would all be all gone.
It would disappear into the rain.
Cause the tide is high
And it's rising still
And I don't wanna see it at my windowsill
Don't wanna give 'em my name and address
Don't wanna see what happens next
Don't wanna live in my father's house no more
Don't wanna live with my father's debt
You can't forgive what you can't forget
Don't wanna live in my father's house no more
Don't wanna fight in a holy war
Don't want the salesmen knocking at my door
I don't wanna live in America no more
Bye, bye to the paparazzi. Bye, bye rain. Goodbye to the grey memories. I wouldn't be looking up to see a cloud over my head.
It will be hello Italy. Goodbye England. Ciao Roma. No more clouds above me but the sun for once. No more paparazzi, Weasley, Grangers, Hogwarts, Ministry and Voldemort.
Cause the tide is high
And it's rising still
And I don't wanna see it at my windowsill
MTV, what have you done to me?
Save my soul, set me free!
Set me free! What have you done to me?
I can't breathe! I can't see!
World War III, when are you coming for me?
Been kicking up sparks, we set the flames free
The windows are locked now so what'll it be?
A house on fire or a rising sea?
Why is the night so still?
Why did I take the pill?
Because I don't wanna see it at my windowsill
I look down and met your silver eyes. Your whitish hair blowing in the window. You smiled up at me. I smile slightly unsure in what to do. I traced my finger down the window, following the rain down.
I finally got up dragging my trunk behind. Not looking back into my box size bedroom. Not caring at my Aunts shrieking of the noise my trunk made as I dragged it down the stairs. Not caring about the fact that I'm now soaking wet from the rain. Not caring that this would be gone soon.
Don't wanna see it at my windowsill
Don't wanna see it at my windowsill
Don't wanna see it at my windowsill
I smile and laugh as I greet you. I look up to the windowsill one last time. Knowing next time I'm at a windowsill I wouldn't be seeing the clouds.
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