Hello! Just a HP songfic that I got an idea for last night. Just so you know, I own nothing of JK Rowling's books (well, duh) or Under Pressure by Queen. Please R&R!
They were safe. They were finally safe.
Harry bent, picking up fragments. Pictures, photos, paintings, books. Robes and blood and mud. Rocks and rubble and Death Eater masks. Bandages and potions and tears. It had been a battle. It had been a battle, but they had won.
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
This was what he had wanted, wasn't it? So why was it so hard to admit that? Why wasn't he happy? Why did Fred and Remus and Tonks have to die? He felt soft hands on his cheeks and realized tears had been mixing with the dirt and blood. He also realized that someone was behind him, when he really wanted to be alone.
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, "Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
"Hi." Ginny sat down next to him curling her knees into her chest. "You okay? You can come in, you know. No one thinks it's your fault. You're a hero. Mom thinks you're part of the family." But it is my fault. Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Sirius, Lavender—it's all my fault.
Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor
These are the days - it never rains but it pours
People on streets - people on streets
She wanted him to come in. She wanted him to come and be part of cleaning their dead, of toasting the ones lost, of clearing away rubble. But all he could do was sit in this courtyard. Sit in this courtyard next to a long, black robe spattered with blood. Because for the first time, Harry Potter was absolutely terrified.
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, "Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher...
Pressure on people - people on streets
"They want you, Harry. They want you to come and be part of this. You're not an outsider anymore. Let me take you." She wrapped her arms around him, rocking back and forth. He took one, and, very softly, kissed it. "I can't, Gin. They want a brave Harry Potter, a Harry Potter that made all their troubles go away. That's not me. I can't do that."
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?
Love
Ginny hummed a note of sympathy. "It is you, Harry. But that's not what they're looking for. Ron and Hermione and Mum and Dad and George and Bill and Fleur and McGonagall and everybody—they just want you, Harry. They'd want you even if you let Voldemort win. They'll always want you."
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..
And so Harry let Ginny pull him away, back to the castle that had given him so much comfort and now, needed him to give comfort.
'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
And Voldemort was finally gone.
