Where is Love
sub-titled: The Dream
By Fantine
Where is Love? Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneath the willow tree, that I've been dreaming of?
Not for the first time Harry Potter sat up in bed. He sat there for a
moment trying to remember what had woken him. The he remembered. It was the
dream. It was always the dream.
Where is she, who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know, the sweet "hello"
that's meant for only me?
"Harry? What are you doing up?," asked Ron. Harry rolled over so he
wouldn't see him dry his eyes.
"Nothing Ron. Just go back to sleep." Harry had been having the dream
ever since he was first near the dementors.
Where is Love? Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneath the willow tree, that I've been dreaming of?
In his dream he heard what he heard whenever he got to near the dementors.
Only this time he thought he saw a face leaning over him before the
green light flashed.
Where is she, who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know, the sweet "hello"
that's meant for only me?
It was a very pretty face, with glittering green eyes, and thick brown
hair with a reddish cast about it. In the dream, it fell in his face,
and tickled his nose.
Every night I kneel and pray, let tomorrow be the day,
When I see the face of some one who, I can mean, some thing to.
"What do you know, Rita Skeeter was right, I do still cry about my mum,"
Harry thought to himself grudgingly. He sniffed and rolled over to go back
to sleep. Even if sleep meant he'd have to her his mum and dad, it
would be worth it to feel the hair tickle his nose again. Maybe this
time he'd see his dad.
Wheeere, Wheeere, is Love?
Disclaimer: all characters are J.K.R.'s and the song is from "Oliver"
written by Lionel Bart.
AN/Well, here's my 2nd. thax for all the great reviews about my first!
sub-titled: The Dream
By Fantine
Where is Love? Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneath the willow tree, that I've been dreaming of?
Not for the first time Harry Potter sat up in bed. He sat there for a
moment trying to remember what had woken him. The he remembered. It was the
dream. It was always the dream.
Where is she, who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know, the sweet "hello"
that's meant for only me?
"Harry? What are you doing up?," asked Ron. Harry rolled over so he
wouldn't see him dry his eyes.
"Nothing Ron. Just go back to sleep." Harry had been having the dream
ever since he was first near the dementors.
Where is Love? Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneath the willow tree, that I've been dreaming of?
In his dream he heard what he heard whenever he got to near the dementors.
Only this time he thought he saw a face leaning over him before the
green light flashed.
Where is she, who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know, the sweet "hello"
that's meant for only me?
It was a very pretty face, with glittering green eyes, and thick brown
hair with a reddish cast about it. In the dream, it fell in his face,
and tickled his nose.
Every night I kneel and pray, let tomorrow be the day,
When I see the face of some one who, I can mean, some thing to.
"What do you know, Rita Skeeter was right, I do still cry about my mum,"
Harry thought to himself grudgingly. He sniffed and rolled over to go back
to sleep. Even if sleep meant he'd have to her his mum and dad, it
would be worth it to feel the hair tickle his nose again. Maybe this
time he'd see his dad.
Wheeere, Wheeere, is Love?
Disclaimer: all characters are J.K.R.'s and the song is from "Oliver"
written by Lionel Bart.
AN/Well, here's my 2nd. thax for all the great reviews about my first!