I don't own Harry Potter or any of the songs I use, I just like them both...more than anyone should; it gets ridiculous.
Okay, this is the first song in Larla's point of view, whether or not there are more I don't remember. But anyway, thanks to Ks (I don't remember the numbers) for reviewing. Here we go!
Larla sighed as she looked at the picture of Draco. It had been three years since her Daddy was taken by the lady to be taken care of. She missed him a lot and sang to his picture every day. "I'm gonna go find Momma." She said to her picture.
As she walked she heard crying coming from her parents room. "Momma?" she whispered.
She pushed her mother's door open and saw her mother kneeling near the bed. She felt bad for her mother. She did a good job of taking care of Larla and was always there.
"God on high…
Hear my prayer.
In my need, you have always been there.
He is young, he's afraid.
Let him rest,
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home.
Bring him home.
Bring him home."
Larla stood there and stared…she never really heard her mother sing before but she decided she wanted to hear it more often.
"He has a girl you must've known
That you had granted him a girl.
The summers die
One by one;
How soon they fly
On and on
And I will be old
And will be gone."
Larla rolled her eyes. Her mother wasn't old.
"Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a man.
You can take
You can give
Let him be
Let him live."
Larla leaned against the door jam, watching her mother pray and cry.
"If I die, let me die.
Let him live.
Bring him home.
Bring him home.
Bring him home."
Larla ran back to her room and looked at the picture of Draco, sitting in front of it. The picture smiled at her. "Daddy, momma needs you. She's crying and praying. She never does that. We need you here, to watch over us. You promised me that you'd be back…you left when I was five daddy, I'm eight now. You promised me!" she yelled, putting her head on her knees.
She sat on her bed, late into the night. She needed to be strong for her momma, but it was hard when she was missing her daddy herself.
"He'll be back." She whispered, "Daddies don't break promises."
She would stick with that.
"Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream."
Larla was crying. She danced around her room with her father's picture. Before she went to bed, she set the picture down, blew a kiss to it and whispered. "I love you, Daddy."
Hermione sat and watched her daughter and cried.