I, however much I may wish it, do not own Harry Potter. If I did then it would be a whole different kettle of fish (i.e. Epilogue would be a whole book! Muhahahahahahaha). That evil plan put aside, I present my first song fic...
"Mr Lockhart," she smiled inclining her head, " congratulations on the the publication of your autobiography. Your previous books have been most informative,"
"Ah, thank you, you are an authority on literature?" he beamed proudly.
"Department of Magical Entertainment," she confirmed, "If you'll excuse me, business in the Magical Menagerie…"
"What out for Nifflers, they're mentioned in there, if I'm not mistaken!"
"Thank you for the warning…" smiling and not accustomed to being ridiculously flattered, she turn and moved towards the spell books section. Why was any book she was looking for always on the top shelf?
Suddenly she heard a familiar drawling voice she had not heard for a very long time…
"Mr Potter,". She spun so quickly on the spot she knocked into the bookcase and various cookbooks fell on top of her.
Here I stand alone
With this weight upon my heart
And it will not go away
In my head I keep on looking back
Right back to the start
Wondering what it was that made you change
Mr Lucius Malfoy: wizarding dignatry, prodigious career… stunning wife. Oh, she had moved on long ago, when the initial shock wore of, but she hadn't seen him since then. They had been, or so she had believed, in love. She still did believe, in fact, that he had loved her. He had once been her Prince Charming. Huh, Prince, now there was a word. She had always tried to live up to the standard of his family but what chance did a girl of no fortune and no standing have against their expectations? And yet…
Well I tried
But I had to draw the line
And still this question keeps on spinning in my mind
She had left. He protested, as did she originally, against the declaration that they would not marry. That he had been betrothed since birth and that she moved in too different a social circle but there it was and even he did not dare stand so against his parents. The decision was made that they should be separated so, to save him the pain and trouble of asking her to leave she had gone. But then again,
What if I had never let you go
Would you be the man I used to know
If I'd stayed
If you'd tried
If we could only turn back time
She had to confess, it was fruitless to ignore, he had changed from that young man she had once loved. Over the years his once soft and caring manners had grown brash and cold. He, who had once been her love and who had now married such a superior woman, had transformed entirely. But, as she mused on the Lucius Malfoy she remembered, she began to realise,
But I guess we'll never know
She did miss him.