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Five For Fighting.
(I was looking over this the other day and I relized that it wasn't very good so
I'm changing some bits of the story, sorry about my grammer and my spelling,
it isn't exaclly perfect =^_^=)
"Come on Harry, you can do this I know you can" said an exasperated Ron
Harry looked down at the Firebolt in his hand, then at Ron
"I'm sorry, I-I just can't do it"
Ron sighed as Harry started walking away
"Guess we'll be needing a new seeker AND captain then" he said to himself
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
He just couldn't fly, it was imposible. After the war, everything had changed,
the people he had come to accept as his family, Sirius, Proffeser Magonigal, Remus,
Hagrid, Mr Weasley, Hermione and so many others. Yeah sure Voldemort
had died but so had so many others...was it really worth it?
I'm more than a bird.......I'm more that a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
Ron had been so distant latley. Harry knew why. He blamed Harry for Hermione's
death. Hermione had sacraficed her life to save him like so many others. Was it really worth
saving him? Anyone could have picked up a wand, pointed it at Voldemort and said "Avada
Kedava". All his friends and admiers had cleared off. He had to admit at first they where all
over him like a swarm of flies, then they just started driffting away and his friends where sick
of watching him stare into space feeling sorry for himself. He had nobody...
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I never see
That night he made up his mind. He put everything he had except his
Firebolt and a peice of parcment in a pile and watched it burn.
It may sound absurd....But don't be naive
Even hero's have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed.........But won't you concede
Even hero's have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
As walked to the Quidditch Pitch, Harry remembered.
Remembered when Ron and Hermione had got together and
completely ignored him. Rembered how Cho had rejected him.
Remembered all the bad things Snape and Malfoy has
said and done. Rembered all the people who had died for him
Remembered all the battles with Lord Voldemort, specially the
last one
Up,
Up and away ...away from me
It's all right ...You can sleep tonight
I'm not crazy…or anything
He stared at the Qudditch Stands, and rembered all the games
he had played, the satisfaction of winning, a feeling that was foreign to him now.
Taking a deep breath he took off shaking
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naïve
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds beneath their knees
He was quite high up now. He removed a piece of parchment from his robes,
read it a few times to make sure there where no mistakes and flew higher.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Harry could barely see the ground now. He could feel the chilling but fresh
night air sweep across his face. He picked up the piece of parchment and
held it close. It was now or never he told himself. He let go of the Firebolt
and let himself start falling.
It's not easy to be me
Five For Fighting.
(I was looking over this the other day and I relized that it wasn't very good so
I'm changing some bits of the story, sorry about my grammer and my spelling,
it isn't exaclly perfect =^_^=)
"Come on Harry, you can do this I know you can" said an exasperated Ron
Harry looked down at the Firebolt in his hand, then at Ron
"I'm sorry, I-I just can't do it"
Ron sighed as Harry started walking away
"Guess we'll be needing a new seeker AND captain then" he said to himself
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
He just couldn't fly, it was imposible. After the war, everything had changed,
the people he had come to accept as his family, Sirius, Proffeser Magonigal, Remus,
Hagrid, Mr Weasley, Hermione and so many others. Yeah sure Voldemort
had died but so had so many others...was it really worth it?
I'm more than a bird.......I'm more that a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
Ron had been so distant latley. Harry knew why. He blamed Harry for Hermione's
death. Hermione had sacraficed her life to save him like so many others. Was it really worth
saving him? Anyone could have picked up a wand, pointed it at Voldemort and said "Avada
Kedava". All his friends and admiers had cleared off. He had to admit at first they where all
over him like a swarm of flies, then they just started driffting away and his friends where sick
of watching him stare into space feeling sorry for himself. He had nobody...
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I never see
That night he made up his mind. He put everything he had except his
Firebolt and a peice of parcment in a pile and watched it burn.
It may sound absurd....But don't be naive
Even hero's have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed.........But won't you concede
Even hero's have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
As walked to the Quidditch Pitch, Harry remembered.
Remembered when Ron and Hermione had got together and
completely ignored him. Rembered how Cho had rejected him.
Remembered all the bad things Snape and Malfoy has
said and done. Rembered all the people who had died for him
Remembered all the battles with Lord Voldemort, specially the
last one
Up,
Up and away ...away from me
It's all right ...You can sleep tonight
I'm not crazy…or anything
He stared at the Qudditch Stands, and rembered all the games
he had played, the satisfaction of winning, a feeling that was foreign to him now.
Taking a deep breath he took off shaking
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naïve
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds beneath their knees
He was quite high up now. He removed a piece of parchment from his robes,
read it a few times to make sure there where no mistakes and flew higher.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Harry could barely see the ground now. He could feel the chilling but fresh
night air sweep across his face. He picked up the piece of parchment and
held it close. It was now or never he told himself. He let go of the Firebolt
and let himself start falling.
It's not easy to be me