Author note: Songfic Contest Submission for the Hideaway. See link on my profile. Written to "Never Alone" By Barlow Girls. I do not own the characters or the song and intend NO copyright infringement. DEATHLY HALLOWS SPOILER ALERT!!
The sun's rays were peering over the horizon but not yet blinding. The streets were quiet as he walked on the cobblestones, the clicking of his heels soft yet loud. His pace was slow and steady, and yet he felt as if he might fall. Many times he took this journey with someone walking beside him, but today he is alone.
I waited for you today
But you didn't show
No no no
I needed You today
So where did You go?
You told me to call
Said You'd be there
And though I haven't seen You
Are You still there?
His eyes scanned his surroundings. Usually the area was bustling with people, but today they were occupied elsewhere. He knew this because he just left those people. Too many hands touching him, too many faces looking at him as if... No, he mustn't think on that. It was just too much. Too many…too many.
I cried out with no reply
And I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I"m never alone
He carried with him a memory. He had many, but this one was his prized possession; a picture of the two of them smiling, standing amongst friends. He knew they would help him through this, but he needed to do this on his own, alone. He had never been alone.
though I cannot see You
And I can't explain why
Such a deep, deep reassurance
You've placed in my life
We cannot separate
'Cause You're part of me
And though You're invisible
I'll trust the unseen
He unlocked the door and walked into the dark room. The sun had yet to break through the dust on the windows. He went to a small round table and picked it up. With his wand, he made room in the middle of the floor. He placed two yellow roses in a vase and then set the picture beside them. He conjured a spotlight to shine down on their faces. This was his own memorial. How ironic that sounded to him. He touched the frame delicately and took a step back to make sure everything looked as it should. He knew in his heart that his brother would hate this. "Have a party!" he knew he would say. But George also felt that he needed this… this small dedication. He looked one more time at the picture.
"Well, Gred," he said softly. "Looks like you got out of counting inventory again."
I cried out with no reply
And I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I"m never alone