You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be aroundUh huh
That's right
Black satin sways delicately in the chilly breeze. The lace allows the icy breath of new autumn access to your already blushing skin, causing even more goose bumps to bristle from the flesh of your arms. Bare feet scramble across the frosty grass as you try to run from the one reality you know you can never escape.
I took your words
And I believed
In everything
You said to me
Yeah huh
That's right
She'd stood right there, at the edge of the stone balcony, pleading with him to come back down, to take her hand, to stay with her a while longer. If only for a minute.
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them up
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew?
But who can predict when your half-crazed best friend who has been through too many traumas in his few years will make an attempt on his own life. When he'll stand on the edge of that balcony and wonder what will happen once he's gone. Who can say why he seems so convinced that no one loves him, when you're standing right there screaming your affections at him through saline tears. Begging him to just come down, to talk to you.
Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no
No no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give anything
They'd spent those long hours slaving over the next way to save the world from Voldemort and his cronies. All those days, even weeks, wasted when he persuaded himself that all had been for naught. Sirius's death had sent him over the edge. He'd lost the last person he'd considered family, and then began to chronicle his life, ignoring his triumphs and exaggerating his failures. Listing to himself every man, woman and child to whose death he'd inadvertently contributed, and, one by one, making himself believe that each of them were his fault.
When someone said count your blessings now
For they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew?
She sat in the street, on the curb, staring at his motionless form, her eyes dry. Waiting. She half expected him to roll over and smile at her, telling her that it'd been a joke. He was just kidding. After all, he was the Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die. That had to mean something. Didn't it?
Yeah yeah
I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened?
The coffin lay in the still-uncovered grave. His still figure seeming to sleep. She imagined the peaceful rise and fall of his chest, wishing she could tell him she loved him one more time, and have him listen. But he hadn't, and here she was. Wishing.
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong and
That last kiss
I'll cherish
Until we meet again
Three days later found Hermione Granger laying on the same street, her spine broken in three places, and her legs snapped in two. And Ronald Weasley sitting on the curb, thinking the exact same thoughts she had not even a week ago. Her note had said not to grieve for too long, because of the wedding and all, but that she'd tell Harry he'd cried at the funeral, and to tell Ginny she was sorry.
He'd burned the letter. It wasn't like her condolences over her own suicide made his life any easier.
And time makes
It harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew?
