Disclaimer- I own Thyra. I own nothing more other then the plot. The rest
of the characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. The songs are folk
songs and belong to everyone and no one.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Ginny tore down the hall at breakneck speed. They had stayed too long in the Room of Requirement and Mrs. Norris was close at their heels. Before Harry knew it he was pulled into a room. A minute later they saw the stupid, black cat dash down the hall toward the stairs. He caught his breath as best he could and looked to the others. "Who found this room?" he asked quietly.
"I did," Ginny breathed heavily. They sank down to the floor, listening for the footsteps of Filch who would be close behind Mrs. Norris. They held their breath as the wiz ended old caretaker whizzed by. "We better get going," Ginny continued, getting up and brushing off her robes. The others followed suite and were about to head back to the Gryfindor common room when they caught a sweet, sorrowful melody wafting through the corridors.
"Shall I go walk the wood so wild,
Wand'ring, wand'ring here and there,
As I was once full sore beguiled,
Alas! for love! I die with woe.
Wearily blows the winter wind,
Wand'ring, wand'ring here and there,
My heart is like a stricken hind,
Alas! for love I die with woe"
The notes clung to the cool, night air like snow to one's eye lashes in a blizzard. They were drawn to her as she continued with a new song.
"Sweet is the Budding Spring of Love
Next, blooming hopes all fears remove,
And when possess'd of beauty's charms,
Fruition, like the Summer, warms,
But pleasures, oft repeated, cloy,
To Autumn wanes the fleeting joy,
Declining 'til desires are lost,
Succeeded by eternal Frost,
Succeeded by eternal Frost"
The four wound their way to the voice. They went up a couple flights of stairs and down countless hallways before they spied a hovering figure drifting in front of the window at the end of the hall. Silver tears were falling down her ghostly face. She was dressed in a simple white robe. Her hair was drawn up into a simple bun with tiny, once-brown tendrils clinging to her tear-stained cheeks. Her thin frame seemed to glow with an old muskiness. Upon hearing their footsteps she swished around. She was quite beautiful. Her face was a perfect heart and her cheeks looked like they would have been pink had life been a part of her entity. "Who are you?" her golden voice rang into the hall. Hermione stepped up first.
"Hermione Granger, who are you?"
"Thyra, Thyra Swallow." Her chocolate brown eyes had a white cloud over them that didn't seem to be able to cover the gold. "What are you doing up so late? Shouldn't students be in bed?"
"We, we heard your voice and came to hear who it was," Ginny ventured. "It was quite beautiful."
"Thank you, but I'm afraid the beauty has come at a price," the poor ghost maiden dissolved into tears again. She cradled her face in her dainty hands and her tears made a slight "plink, plink" as they dissolved into the floor.
"Ah poor bird
Take thy flight
Far above the sorrow
Of this sad night
Can you see the dawn?
Can you see the dawn of tomorrow's morn?"
"Love me little, love me long
Is the burden of my song;
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste.
Still, I would not have thee cold
Nor too backward, nor too bold,
Love that lasteth till 'tis old
Fadeth not in haste.
Winter's cold or summer's heat,
Autumn's tempests on it beat,
It can never know defeat,
Never can rebel:
Such the love that I would gain,
Such love, I tell thee plain,
Thou must give or woo in vain,
So to thee, farewell."
"What's wrong?" Ron inquired.
"My love, my love is gone away and I'm dead inside," she wailed. She collapsed to the floor. She was a very pitiful sight to see. "My love is gone and never will I see him anymore." They four of them marveled at how she could take a wail and make it a song.
"Who's your love and where has he gone?" Neville asked.
"S-S-S-Sirius B-B-Black. I-I-I d-d-don't know w-w-where he's g-g-g- gone," she sobbed. They stood shocked, looking at her. Sirius Black? This girl was in love with Sirius Black? Why had he never said anything about her. Before they had a chance to inquire further Dumbledore coughed loudly behind them.
"Excuse me, but I must insist that you four go back to your Common Room. Filch is having a fit and I'm afraid you'll be put in a rather dire situation soon." His eyes twinkled. They nodded.
"Goodbye Thyra," Hermione murmured. Once back in the Common Room they broke free and started talking. "Thyra Sparrow! The love of Sirius Black?"
"I don't know what happened but I'd definitely like to find out!" Ginny exclaimed.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Ginny tore down the hall at breakneck speed. They had stayed too long in the Room of Requirement and Mrs. Norris was close at their heels. Before Harry knew it he was pulled into a room. A minute later they saw the stupid, black cat dash down the hall toward the stairs. He caught his breath as best he could and looked to the others. "Who found this room?" he asked quietly.
"I did," Ginny breathed heavily. They sank down to the floor, listening for the footsteps of Filch who would be close behind Mrs. Norris. They held their breath as the wiz ended old caretaker whizzed by. "We better get going," Ginny continued, getting up and brushing off her robes. The others followed suite and were about to head back to the Gryfindor common room when they caught a sweet, sorrowful melody wafting through the corridors.
"Shall I go walk the wood so wild,
Wand'ring, wand'ring here and there,
As I was once full sore beguiled,
Alas! for love! I die with woe.
Wearily blows the winter wind,
Wand'ring, wand'ring here and there,
My heart is like a stricken hind,
Alas! for love I die with woe"
The notes clung to the cool, night air like snow to one's eye lashes in a blizzard. They were drawn to her as she continued with a new song.
"Sweet is the Budding Spring of Love
Next, blooming hopes all fears remove,
And when possess'd of beauty's charms,
Fruition, like the Summer, warms,
But pleasures, oft repeated, cloy,
To Autumn wanes the fleeting joy,
Declining 'til desires are lost,
Succeeded by eternal Frost,
Succeeded by eternal Frost"
The four wound their way to the voice. They went up a couple flights of stairs and down countless hallways before they spied a hovering figure drifting in front of the window at the end of the hall. Silver tears were falling down her ghostly face. She was dressed in a simple white robe. Her hair was drawn up into a simple bun with tiny, once-brown tendrils clinging to her tear-stained cheeks. Her thin frame seemed to glow with an old muskiness. Upon hearing their footsteps she swished around. She was quite beautiful. Her face was a perfect heart and her cheeks looked like they would have been pink had life been a part of her entity. "Who are you?" her golden voice rang into the hall. Hermione stepped up first.
"Hermione Granger, who are you?"
"Thyra, Thyra Swallow." Her chocolate brown eyes had a white cloud over them that didn't seem to be able to cover the gold. "What are you doing up so late? Shouldn't students be in bed?"
"We, we heard your voice and came to hear who it was," Ginny ventured. "It was quite beautiful."
"Thank you, but I'm afraid the beauty has come at a price," the poor ghost maiden dissolved into tears again. She cradled her face in her dainty hands and her tears made a slight "plink, plink" as they dissolved into the floor.
"Ah poor bird
Take thy flight
Far above the sorrow
Of this sad night
Can you see the dawn?
Can you see the dawn of tomorrow's morn?"
"Love me little, love me long
Is the burden of my song;
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste.
Still, I would not have thee cold
Nor too backward, nor too bold,
Love that lasteth till 'tis old
Fadeth not in haste.
Winter's cold or summer's heat,
Autumn's tempests on it beat,
It can never know defeat,
Never can rebel:
Such the love that I would gain,
Such love, I tell thee plain,
Thou must give or woo in vain,
So to thee, farewell."
"What's wrong?" Ron inquired.
"My love, my love is gone away and I'm dead inside," she wailed. She collapsed to the floor. She was a very pitiful sight to see. "My love is gone and never will I see him anymore." They four of them marveled at how she could take a wail and make it a song.
"Who's your love and where has he gone?" Neville asked.
"S-S-S-Sirius B-B-Black. I-I-I d-d-don't know w-w-where he's g-g-g- gone," she sobbed. They stood shocked, looking at her. Sirius Black? This girl was in love with Sirius Black? Why had he never said anything about her. Before they had a chance to inquire further Dumbledore coughed loudly behind them.
"Excuse me, but I must insist that you four go back to your Common Room. Filch is having a fit and I'm afraid you'll be put in a rather dire situation soon." His eyes twinkled. They nodded.
"Goodbye Thyra," Hermione murmured. Once back in the Common Room they broke free and started talking. "Thyra Sparrow! The love of Sirius Black?"
"I don't know what happened but I'd definitely like to find out!" Ginny exclaimed.