(A/N) Hello all! I am doing these songfics mostly because they are what I think of every time I listen to each song. There WILL be more than one, but there probably won't be regular updates or anything like, and they will all be able to stand alone, though they will also (sort of) work together. Most of them will be shown with a sort of… prompt… using a machine I've invented (in my head, not in real life) that takes a question and answers it with a song. The machine CANNOT LIE. Without further ado, I give you September
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the songs. I am only saying this once. However, I WILL write the name of the artist at the end of every fic.
Albus Dumbledore turned on the small machine. It projected lyrics and memories up onto a screen for all to see.
"This is the Song Machine," Dumbledore explained. "Someone comes and stands on this platform-" he gestured to the small stand, "- and we ask the machine a question about the person standing here. The machine answers the question with a song. Who will be first?"
"Sirius Black and Remus Lupin!" Fudge said loudly. Sirius and Remus walked slowly and warily up to the machine, giving it a dubious look as he climbed onto the platform.
"What is your question?" the machine asked in a robotic – though still distinctly, pleasantly, feminine – voice.
"How do Black and Lupin truly feel about the deaths of the Potters?" Fudge asked in a pompous voice. Sirius winced. This was going to be depressing…
September
How the time passed away, all the trouble that we gave
And all those days we spent out by the lake
Four boys skidded to a halt on the shore of the lake, panting, out of breath, but all laughing exhilaratedly.
"That. Was. Wicked!" a boy with dark, messy hair laughed. "Did you see Minnie's face?"
"Merlin, she was furious!" another boy said with a grin, his longer black hair framing his handsome face.
"Of course she was," the sandy-haired boy laughed. "We turned her hair bright pink!"
"Well, maybe she shouldn't have yelled at us for the whole Snape thing," the messy-haired boy argued. "I mean, I figured we'd be doing the school a favour if we washed his hair."
The four boys dissolved into laugher again, sinking down next to a tall tree and shoving each other around.
The memory faded into lyrics once more.
Has it all gone to waste? All the promises we made
The same four boys sat beneath the same tall tree.
"We, as Marauders, promise to always be there for each other, through thick and thin, for the rest of our lives. Whether they be long or short, we will live them together, never separating. We promise to protect each other and to love each other. We promise to be the four best friends this whole world has ever seen. We, the Marauders, promise that no matter what happens, we will always be brothers."
Each boy picked up a sharp knife and slit their hand with it. They put their palms together and let the blood mix together.
"Brothers," they all repeated together.
One by one they vanish just the same
Peter Pettigrew stood in front of Voldemort, his head bowed, trembling from head to foot as he recited the address of the Potters in Godric's Hollow.
James Potter lay dead and motionless on the floor, Sirius Black dissolving into tears of agony beside him.
"You deserve to die, Pettigrew," Sirius growled from where he stood, pointing his wand at the traitor.
"James and Lily, Sirius, how could you?" Pettigrew yelled in a tearful voice, but his face was anything but sad. He was smirking. He pointed his wand behind his back and the street blew up.
"You won't be telling, Sirius," the man muttered, just loud enough for Sirius to hear, before shrinking into a rat and running into the sewers.
Sirius began to laugh, a cold, deranged laugh. But as Aurors arrived, the camera zoomed in on his face, and two thin lines on his face were glistening as the anguished, hopeless tears cascaded down his cheeks.
Of all the things I still remember
Summer's never looked the same
The years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain
"You remember that time we dyed Snape's clothes neon orange?" Remus laughed.
Sirius' eyes narrowed in concentration. "No, I-I don't…"
"How could you not remember? That was your favourite prank!"
"Azkaban," Sirius said bitterly, and Remus' expression darkened.
"Merlin, look at him," Sirius whispered to Remus as Harry climbed the stairs of Grimm auld Place. "It seems like just yesterday he was a little baby, stealing James' glasses and chewing on Lily's fingers."
"Time flies," Remus said, shaking his head sadly as the boy disappeared from sight. "But we'll always remember." In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Lily Potter shook her head as she watched her 20-year-old boyfriend and his idiot pals spinning around the muddy yard, the pouring rain soaking them to the skin. Soon, they started a mud fight. Lily smiled indulgently and looked down to her bulging stomach. She patted it gently.
"Promise me, Harry, that you won't be as big an idiot as your father and godfather are. Please."
Reflecting now on how things could've been
It was worth it in the end
Lily sobbed into James's shoulder as they sat inside the church. They were waiting for the beginning of what was obviously going to be a funeral. Sirius Black sat down on one side of them, Remus Lupin on the other.
"Why him?" Sirius murmured, his voice thick with tears.
Everyone in the Great Hall glanced around at each other, confused. What was going on in this memory? What would have made James and Lily Potter's deaths worth it?
Now it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fear
So we made our way by finding what was real
Now the days are so long that summer's moving on
We reach for something that's already gone, yeah
"Hey, Harry!" Sirius said cheerfully, sitting down next to his godson in the living room of Grimmauld Place. He casually threw his arm around Harry's shoulder, but was disappointed and slightly hurt when Harry cringed out from under the contact. "So, how's life?"
"Fine, I guess…" Harry said slowly, looking in confusion at his godfather.
"That's good!" Sirius grinned. "What are you up to today?" he poked Harry playfully in the side – the place where Harry had been ticklish as a baby. Harry merely flinched and stood up.
"I've- I've just remembered… I, um, have Transfiguration homework to do." And without another word, Harry ran up the stairs.
Sirius frowned, hurt. He knew for a fact that Harry had finished his homework; Hermione had just been praising him for it this morning.
"That was a rather short conversation," Remus said lightly from the doorway.
Sirius sighed. "He just seems so depressed. He was such a happy, playful baby. Why can't I find that kid in him somewhere?"
Remus' eyes travelled to the ceiling, as though he could see Harry through it. "I think the Dursleys – and this war – have gotten rid of that kid. Permanently."
Sirius sighed again. "I miss that kid."
Remus looked at him. "Me too, Siri. Me too."
Of all the things I still remember In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain
Summer's never looked the same
The years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could've been
It was worth it in the end
And now the mourners were walking through the cemetery next to the small church, towards a small, recently dug grave. Lily was still sobbing, and all three men were in tears. We knew we had to leave this town
But we never knew when and we never knew how
We would end up here the way we are
Yeah, we knew we had to leave this town
But we never knew when and we never knew how
The four Marauders sat on a bench outside Honeydukes, happily munching away on their candy. Suddenly, Remus looked up from his chocolate to stare at the other three boys.
"I've just realised – this is our last Hogsmeade visit. We're graduating next month."
The other three looked around sadly. "What are we going to do? I don't know how to function without Hogwarts!" James was teasing, but there was really worry in his voice, too.
Sirius sighed. "Well, we don't have to leave for another month. James, we already know you and Lily are moving in together, and Remus and I are going to share a flat. We're going to join the Order, and that will be that. We'll worry about our futures when we get to them."
"Sounds good to me," James said with a grin. He flipped his chocolate bar over in his hand and rubbed the melty part over Sirius' face.
"HEY!
Of all the things I still remember In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain
Summer's never looked the same
The years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could've been
It was worth it in the end
The mourners watched as a tiny coffin was lowered into the hole and covered in earth. People began to leave, patting Lily and James on the shoulders as they did so. When only the four of them –Remus, Sirius, James, and Lily – were left, the focus shifted to the tombstone. What it said made the breath of everyone in the hall catch.
Harry James Potter
1980-1981
"An Angel in the book of life wrote down my baby's birth. And
whispered as she closed the book "too beautiful for earth."
The music ended, and everyone was silent. They knew, now, why James and Lily's death was worth it. If they would have lived… Harry wouldn't have. But it was obvious that Sirius and Remus were still, after 14 years, grieving the loss of their two best friends.
(A/N) This song is done by Daughtry.
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