Disclamers: if they were mine, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. I also
wouldn't be feeling angry about how Nancy Stouffer STOPPED THE FIFTH BOOK!
*Wails* THEY HAD IT PRINTING!
Rose-colored Glasses
Whenever someone talks about seeing the world through rose-colored glasses, they always mean that said person chooses not to see the bad things in life. They're fooling themselves to make themselves feel better.
Right now, I'm seeing the world through rose-colored glasses.
I see Ron's fierce, unwavering commitment towards his family, especially Ginny. He protects her simply because she's his little sister. He doesn't do it because everyone says that he should, or because he stands to gain something from doing it; he does it purely out of love.
I see Hermione's clever intellect. No matter what she's doing, she always throws everything she has into the task. And she's always up for learning new things. She over-worked herself back in third year, throwing all she had and more into her studies, and still found time to research information to help Buckbeak. In fourth year, she dragged Ron and me into the library to force me to learn spells that would help me in the Triwizard tournament.
I can see Sirius' selflessness. Sirius, who lost everything important to him; his friends, his trust, his life, and still came back to fight. Weaker men would have broken under the twelve years of punishment he underwent in Azkaban, innocent or not, but Sirius came back to show me that something is only lost if you give up. Sirius Black never gives up.
Fred and George. George and Fred. Either way you look at them, you see identical twin mischief-makers, always good for a laugh or a Canary Cream. They act lawless and carefree, but you can see the bravery and pure Weasley- ness inside, the thing that makes them Gryffindors.
Yes, I'm looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. But the glasses I'm looking through aren't meant to be rose-colored.
They're colored with the blood from my scar.
I see Ron's fierce loyalty as he takes several rounds of the Cruciatus Curse, blocking Ginny from harm.
I see Hermione's cleverness as she tricks and traps one Death Eater after another, and still finding time to counter-act some of the curses.
I see Fred and George, standing back to back in an attempt to ward off the Death Eaters circling them like vultures; and are still trying to smile.
And Sirius has managed to drag himself over to where I'm lying. He's crying, because he thinks that I'm dying. He's not crying for himself, he's crying for me.
I've killed Voldemort.
I'm seeing the world through rose-colored glasses.
Rose-colored Glasses
Whenever someone talks about seeing the world through rose-colored glasses, they always mean that said person chooses not to see the bad things in life. They're fooling themselves to make themselves feel better.
Right now, I'm seeing the world through rose-colored glasses.
I see Ron's fierce, unwavering commitment towards his family, especially Ginny. He protects her simply because she's his little sister. He doesn't do it because everyone says that he should, or because he stands to gain something from doing it; he does it purely out of love.
I see Hermione's clever intellect. No matter what she's doing, she always throws everything she has into the task. And she's always up for learning new things. She over-worked herself back in third year, throwing all she had and more into her studies, and still found time to research information to help Buckbeak. In fourth year, she dragged Ron and me into the library to force me to learn spells that would help me in the Triwizard tournament.
I can see Sirius' selflessness. Sirius, who lost everything important to him; his friends, his trust, his life, and still came back to fight. Weaker men would have broken under the twelve years of punishment he underwent in Azkaban, innocent or not, but Sirius came back to show me that something is only lost if you give up. Sirius Black never gives up.
Fred and George. George and Fred. Either way you look at them, you see identical twin mischief-makers, always good for a laugh or a Canary Cream. They act lawless and carefree, but you can see the bravery and pure Weasley- ness inside, the thing that makes them Gryffindors.
Yes, I'm looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. But the glasses I'm looking through aren't meant to be rose-colored.
They're colored with the blood from my scar.
I see Ron's fierce loyalty as he takes several rounds of the Cruciatus Curse, blocking Ginny from harm.
I see Hermione's cleverness as she tricks and traps one Death Eater after another, and still finding time to counter-act some of the curses.
I see Fred and George, standing back to back in an attempt to ward off the Death Eaters circling them like vultures; and are still trying to smile.
And Sirius has managed to drag himself over to where I'm lying. He's crying, because he thinks that I'm dying. He's not crying for himself, he's crying for me.
I've killed Voldemort.
I'm seeing the world through rose-colored glasses.