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Music suggestion-train- angel in blue jeans
And though I never got her name
Or time to find out anything
I loved her just the same
And though I rode a different road
And sang a different song
I'll love her till my last breath's gone
Like a river made of silver
Everyone came running to the scene
Late that night she got away
I chased her to the turnpike
Then lost her where the music never plays
And though I rolled upon the stones
And fell into the water
I'll love her till my judgment day
Like a sunrise made of white lies
Everything was nothing as it seems
I hear voices calling all around
I keep falling down
I think my heart could pound right out of me
I see a million different ways
To never leave this maze alive
I woke up in somebody's arms
Strange and so familiar
Where nothing could go wrong
Barely alive or nearly dead
Somehow awake in my own bed
And there you are
Like a highway headed my way
Life is but a dream
I was shot down by your love
My angel in blue jeans
chapter-1
It was the last days of summer for harry to stay in his uncle's house. He was very happy on that particular morning. He had successfully finished his third year in Hogwarts without dying and had found out about his godfather.
Flashback
'Harry, I cannot stay with you because of the damn injustices but remember that I love you and so did your parents, you deserve every happiness in life just like every other person. Do not feel sorry for things you cannot change. Try to be happy. Everything will be okay someday.' Sirius had said this before going and remembering it made him happy
End flashback
There was another fact that he was quite ashamed to accept.
He had finally realized that he is in fact in love with Hermione, his best friend for past three years and he had prepared the whole summer to tell her about his feelings.|
Flashback
Hermione was holding him tightly as they flew buckbeak over Hogwarts. It was creating strange things in him. Having her so close pressed against his back was almost making him happy.
He seemed almost dreamy.
It was then he realized his feelings for Hermione were not so simple. He had started feeling this since the end of second year but had trouble realizing what it was because he never had anyone to show him what love felt like but finally he figured that it was what love felt like .
It made you happy
End flashback
After today, he will go to the weasley house to spend the rest of the summer days and where he will finally confess about his feelings and ask her to become his girlfriend. With this thought harry began to pack his stuff in his small trunk while singing.
I only talk about you
My talks are only about you
My memories are with you
Whatever I am is only for you
You are the only one
You are my happiness and you are my pain
You are my only.
I have lived for you and only for you.
If I die, my essence will live with you
You are the only one, my pain and my love
A small smile graced his face. Finally, he will do something normal like every other teenager. He may have never known what it felt like to call someone mum and dad but he had Hermione now. The thought of being in love was amazing; it was as if a fresh start in his life that has now became colorful.
Mr. Weasley was going to pick him and then he will go straight to the quidditch championship to watch the match of Bulgaria and Ireland. The weasley's have somehow gotten tickets and so he was invited
After some waiting, someone knocked on the front door from outside. He quickly ran down the stairs to open the door not wanting his uncle to be angry with him for bringing in the freaky people.
'Harry is your stuff packed?' Mr. Weasley asked jovially. The man always seemed to be in a good mode. Harry nodded his head in answer. He quickly went upstairs, eager to bring his trunk and Hedwig.
He has planned to tell Hermione after returning from the match. A smile adorned his face at the thought. He came down with his stuff as Mr. Weasley took out a worn out can out of his pocket.
'What is that?' he asked curiously. Since his start in magical world, he has been very surprised by it.
'It is a porkey harry, it is used as one kind of magical transportation. It will take us directly to the stadium. Now take my hand' .Harry nodded his head and took Mr. Weasley's hand and he felt a pull at his navel. His final thoughts were that he was finally going to be normal.
Suddenly the pull stopped and harry began falling, he fell down on his butt and grumbled about useless magical ways to travel. He quickly picked himself up and looked around.
The place looked so crowded and big with small tents and people running around. Mr. Weasly shook him and pulled him out from whatever trance he was inside his mind.
'Lets go and find our seats harry the match is going to began in half an hour. We are in the top sits harry' Mr. Weasly said almost proudly. Without replying harry began to follow Mr. Weasly without knowing that a new chapter of life will start for him after today.
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