Author: I do not own the characters; they belong to J.K. Rowling. The song belongs to Nelly Furtado, and Geffen Records.
All Good Things Come To An End
Honestly what will become of me, don't like reality
It's way too clear to me. But really life is daily
We are what we don't see. Missed everything daydreaming.
Ginny Weasley was happy for once in her life, the first time Harry Potter kissed her. She had long daydreamed about him, before she had become enrolled in Hogwarts. The first time she laid eyes on him, she felt something in her heart. She didn't know it was love until his lips met hers.
Flames to dust, lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust, lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Harry had been in love with Ginny for a long time, but would not recognize it as love. To him, it was just a crush, and because of his prediction of Ron's reaction, he convinced himself it was just so.
But then he let go of her.
Traveling I only stop at exits, wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless; Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
the pain sets it and I don't cry, I only feel gravity and I wonder why
Ginny understood Harry's motives for not staying with her. But she honestly wished he'd have stayed with her. It would have broken her heart if she'd known he wouldn't come back. She stayed in her room at the Burrow for a long time. She would draw and write to Harry; but she would crumple them up as soon as she'd finished. Her only hope that summer was that Harry would be all right. She prayed, too. She had never known religion before, but she didn't pray to any god. She said her prayers for Harry.
Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Die die die die die
Harry missed Ginny so much. He would be home soon, he kept telling himself. Home to see Ginny and Ron and Hermione. He loved breathing in the scent of her rust coloured hair, and it's softness when she would fall asleep in his arms. He felt like he would do anything for her, and indeed, he was going to beat Voldemort for good. All so he could live a normal life; marry Ginny, and possibly have a child.
Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away
And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
the rain forgot how to bring salvation
the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.
Little did he know that he would not be coming back.
I hoped you liked it. I might write a sequel to this. Please review.
