(A/N: i changed the lyrics abit to suit the story more. hope you like it! harrys point of view! part of my series of girls who are heires(sp?) of the houses! go see ravenclaws! n e wayz this is to simen and garfunkels song only living boy in n.y. my mom plays it alot and i thought it was soooo sweet and romantic for harry.)
Tam, get your plane right on time.
I know your part'll go fine.
Fly down to Mexico.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am,
The only living boy in London.
He couldn't believe Tamara was gone. She had meant so much to him. He'd met the girl, the heir of Gryffindor, the year before and they'd spent an amazing summer together, but now she was leaving, back to America where she came from. They had spent so long together, holding hands and walking around the two, tanning and kissing on the beaches
She. used to get lots headaches and he would try to kiss her better. She was very sick, he knew. He could remember the times she had feinted into his arms, not able to stand. He was always worried about her. Who would take care of her now. That was his thoughts as he watched her get on the private plane back to Seattle.
I get the news I need on the weather report.
I can gather all the news I need on the weather report.
Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am
The only living boy in New York
He would always try to smile but he never could because Tamara Gryffindor wasn't there. she was, to him, the spirit of Hogwarts and of magic. She had those magical eyes, never the same. sometimes sleepy and calm looking and sometimes wide, with huge pupils. sometimes grayish and sometime blue, and sometimes even a hint of the loveliest violet. They used to stare into each other's eyes for hours on end, talking about philosiphy and love and the weather and anything they wanted. Everything was so beautiful with her.
Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where,
And we don't know here.
Tam, get your plane right on time.
I know you've been eager to fly now.
Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da
Like it shines on me
The only living boy in London,
The only living boy in London.
"Do you love me?" she asked one day. The day before she left.
"Yes," said Harry, tears on his face as he kissed her. Rain started to fall and they ran inside, holding one another in front of a large, red fireplace. Looking at the rain on the window.
"I don't want to leave," Tamara said, tears on her own face, falling from her blue, blue, eyes. Harry stroked a hand through her hair. She put a hand to her head, being hit with another headache. She began to cough horribly and Harry sat on the floor beside her, holding her around the shoulders and waiting for the spell to pass.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da
He got a call before school started up again. It was Tamara's father.
"This is about Tamara," he said, his voice gruff and uncaring. "She has passed away."
Harry wept for days, knowing he would never be the same again.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da