Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own the song "Without You." The first one belongs to Ms. Rowling, the second belongs to Motley Crue.
Without YouHarry was alone, locked in his room at Number Four, Privet Drive. He was dwelling on the events of just a couple of weeks ago, when he had led a group of his friends into the Department of Mysteries, only to find a trap. In the ensuing furball, every one of his friends that had accompanied him had been injured in some way or another.
In the end, his godfather, whom they had set out to save, in the first place only to find he wasn't actually there, died when he tripped and fell through the Veil. Harry was torn with grief over this.
But there was something else bothering him. Hermione, his best female friend, had been nearly killed, and his guilt focused on her nearly as much as it did on Sirius.
This was not what bothered him. No, what bothered him was that he did not know why he felt guiltier about her than any of his other friends.
It did not help that his cousin had left his radio on in the next room. Dudley always listened to the radio loudly, and sometimes he left it on when the Dursleys went out. When this happened Harry would invariably get blamed for turning it on.
Suddenly a song came on, which to Harry's complete surprise solved one of his problems, while creating several more.
Without you, there's no change
My nights and
days are grey
If I reached out and touched the rain
It just
wouldn't feel the same
Without you, I'd be lost
I'd slip
down from the top
I'd slide down so low
Girl you'd never, never
know...
Without you, without you
A sailor lost at
sea
Without you, woman The world comes down on me
Without
you in my life
I'd slowly wilt and die
But with you by my
side
You're the reason I'm alive
But with you in my life
You're
the reason I'm alive
But without you, without you...
Without
you, my hope is small
Let me be me all along
You let the fires
rage inside
Knowing someday I'd grow strong Without you, without
you
A sailor lost at sea
Without you, woman
The world comes
down on me
Without you in my life
I'd slowly wilt and
die
But with you by my side
You're the reason I'm alive
But
with you in my life
You're the reason I'm alive
But without
you, without you...
I could face a mountain
But I could
never climb alone
I could start another day
But how many, just
don't know
You're the reason the sun shines down
And the
nights, they don't grow cold
Only you that I'll hold when I'm
young
Only you...as we grow old
Without you in my life
I'd
slowly wilt and die
But with you by my side
You're the reason
I'm alive
But with you in my life
You're the reason I'm
alive
But without you, without you...
He had one of those eerie, narcissistic moments where he thought the song was written just to help him in his time of distress.
He suddenly realized why he felt so guilty about Hermione. Somewhere in the nearly five years of friendship, he had fallen for Hermione. He experienced a moment of triumph at figuring it out, followed by one thought, repeated over and over:
I'm so dead. Ron's gonna kill me!
A/N: Just something that popped into my head. Sucks, dunnit? What do you expect from twenty minutes of writing? I may or may not extend it into a full-blown fic, and if anyone wants it, they can have it, just message me first.
