A/N: I know, I promised that I was going to update Lily back in July, but I think I may just delete that one and start over since I really didn't think about where I wanted it to go when I originally posted it. Anyway, I also decided that my other new one is going to wait until it is finished to be posted, but I have a bunch of oneshots/songfics that I want to post, so here's the first and there are plenty more to come.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Follow Me (it's from Camelot with Julie Andrews if anyone wants to listen to it; it's a very pretty song).
Follow Me
Far from day, far from night
Out of time, out of sight
In between earth and sea
We shall fly, follow me.
I want us to be able to get away, leave everything behind for just a few hours. This war has consumed us, taken our hearts and souls, leaving merely shells, working nonstop to defeat Voldemort.
I want assurance that we'll all make it out alive, but I know how unlikely that is.
So I stole Hermione's Time-Turner.
If anyone finds out, I risk arrest and Azkaban for misusing such a potentially dangerous device, but with the twins on our side, no one's going to find out anything we don't want them to.
I found a way to escape and have a private place for a few hours. It's quite clever really, like that song Hermione's listened to recently: far from day, far from night and in between earth and sea. It's a magical room inside a coral reef – between earth and sea. Plus, underwater, there is no visible way to tell time, unless one has a watch.
I came to get you and just took you away. I said we were going for a fly and then we (whoops!) took a Portkey and a Time-Turner.
Dry the rain, warm the snow
Where the winds never go
Follow me,
Follow me,
Follow me.
It quickly became a tradition for us: once a week we'd escape to a different idyllic location for a few hours. Once we'd get back, both of us would be mysteriously refreshed and happy, plus we wouldn't have lost any time to make us feel guilty.
We made more breakthroughs since we were able to blow off steam. After only two weeks, we made more progress than we had in the past two months. We were closer than ever to blowing that sociopathic maniac out of the water.
To our cave by a sapphire shore
Where we'll walk through an emerald door
And for thousands of breathless "Evermores"
My love, you shall be.
We kept returning to the coral room as our private escape. It was more than a place for romantic interludes; it seemed to be a place for healing, physically and spiritually. Some of the weight of the world lifted from Harry's shoulders while we were there; it allowed for him to work better in the real world.
We promised that we would always be there for each other, that we would get married after the madness ended.
Only you, only I
World farewell, world goodbye
To our home in the sea
We shall fly, follow me.
I fear that won't happen now. We are both in St. Mungo's and, though the Healers haven't said it, I fear that whatever spell it was that Voldemort hit us with as he was dying is irreversible and fatal. We had told Hermione about the coral room long ago and now I asked that she help us go there one last time before we got worse. Our strength was slowly fading away and the Healers seemed more distant, as if they knew we wouldn't live long.
She agreed and snuck us out; the healing powers of the room couldn't help, but at least we were more comfortable. I felt myself slip away and, as I looked back, I saw Harry do the same.
Follow me,
Follow me,
Follow me.