Author's Note: I don't want to write a long one. Check the disclaimers in the first chapter. I don't think anything is mine except for the basic plot.
I am not sure on the date placement, but until I find proof to the contrary I am sticking with these dates. At various times in this chapter I have used several songs. They are Only Time Will Tell by Nelson, Love Me When I'm Gone by 3 Doors Down, Goreki written by Andrew Barlow and Louise Rhodes (not sure who originally sang it, but the version I am using is by Nicole Kidman), and Come What May written by David Baerwald and sang by Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor. The last two songs were used in the wonderful movie Moulin Rouge by the amazing Baz Lurhmann.
I have based this chapter loosely in the universe created by Rain6 in The Marauders Strike Back. It is a really great story that I think you all should check out. I took some okay most of the events that she used to base some of my situations in this chapter. It was her story that helped me get past my brick wall. So I am dedicating this chapter to her. I asked for her opinion, but I haven't heard back from her yet. I was too anxious to get this out here to you all to see if anyone liked it. This story is not based on her story, but some of the events that happen in this chapter I tied to events in her story.
I hope you enjoy this, I sure did! PLEASE don't forget to Read & Review! And if you have any ideas for where this should go...PLEASE let me know. Review responses for this chapter and the last two will be in the next chapter, as I was too impatient to get this chapter posted. I didn't wait for any reviews.
Always,
CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur
The Last Song - A New Beginning - chapter eight
by: CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur
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back on Earth, fifteen years later
Harry was sitting on his bed at the Burrow. Dumbledore had okayed the fact that he was going to spend the last couple of weeks of his vacation with the Weasleys. Now he only had one more night left. In less than twelve hours he would be going to Kings Cross Station to catch the Hogwarts Express for his sixth year.
It had been a great summer thought Harry, but he couldn't help thinking that he was forgetting something. Ever since his birthday just a few weeks ago he felt as though something wasn't quite right. But the only thing he could think of was Sirius still trapped in the Veil. No one else believed him, but he just knew that Sirius was still alive in the Veil. He just felt so alone that he didn't know what to do.
About this time Ron popped his head into the room. "Harry, an owl just showed up with a delayed delivery letter for you. But he won't leave until YOU come down and sign for it."
"I'm coming, Ron." Harry got up off the bed and followed Ron downstairs. When he got there he walked over to the owl, unclipped his letter from the bird's leg, and signed the register receipt attached to the other leg. As soon as he did this the bird flew out the window without even waiting for a tip from them.
"So who's it from dear?" Molly Weasley asked. "I knew it was a delayed delivery by the register the owl had on his leg, but how long was it delayed?"
Harry turned the letter over to look at the stamp on it. "It says Delayed Delivery for Harry Potter August 31, 1996. Paid for October 31,1981." Harry paused as the words sunk in. "That's the day my Parents were killed." He said looking up at Molly and Ron, the only two other people still up.
"Well, open it dear. Whoever sent it too you must have meant for you to have it on this day." Molly stated.
Harry slowly opened the letter and started reading. "It's from my Mum, just like the letter I got last year from my Dad!"
October 30, 1981
Dear Harry,
Hello, my love, it sure has been a while. I don't know where the time has gone, but I surely miss your smile. I can't believe that my little baby boy is sixteen already. Happy Belated Birthday many times over! As I sit here writing this you are playing on the floor of your room with your Father. Sometimes I swear I don't know who is older, you or your Father. If you are reading this, then our worst fears have been realized. Or as your Father likes to say, I told you so.
I know you recently met your Father, when his friends and he came forward in time. I am so sorry I didn't come with him. If I knew then what I know now about him, I would have put aside all of my preconceived notions about him. There is only one thing that I love more than your Father, and that is you, Harry. I love you both more than life itself. I would die for the both of you, and it looks like I am going to get the chance to do just that some night soon. I just know it.
As I am sure that you already know, Voldemort is after us. I don't think we have much time left. I only hope that I can get this letter to the Delayed Post Office tomorrow. It seems that the Fates are conspiring against us, and we must be separated. Hopefully, not for good. I don't want to leave you, but I know that we must.
Before we leave you, I wanted to tell you a little story, that I don't think anyone else can. Your Father and I will never truly leave you. Death cannot stop true love, and it has tried stopping our love once before. It's going to try again this lifetime, but it won't succeed. You see, your Father and I have lived and loved before this lifetime. If you want a quick version of our story, watch a very old Muggle musical called Moulin Rouge. For that is our story. However, if you want a more personal account of what happened and why, please talk to Professor Dumbledore. He was there. He was our friend Satie, at least that is what he was going by in those days. I believe he liked to refer to it as his rebellious Bohemian youth.
Never knew I could feel like this, like I've never seen the sky before. Every day I love more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing? Telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you until the end of time. Sing out this song I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide, but I love you until the end of time.
There's another world inside of me that you may never see. There's secrets in this life that I can't hide. Well somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find. Well maybe it's too far away. Or maybe I'm just blind. So hold me when I'm here. Right me when I'm wrong. Hold me when I'm scared, and love me when I'm gone. Everything I am, and everything in me, wants to be the one you wanted me to be. I'll never let you down, even if I could. I'd give up everything, if only for your good. When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin, I won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends. Roaming through this darkness, I'm alive but I'm alone. And part of me is fighting this, but part of me is gone. So hold me when I'm here. Right me when I'm wrong. Hold me when I'm scared, and love me when I'm gone. Everything I am, and everything in me wants to be the one you wanted me to be. I'll never let you down, even if I could. I'd give up everything, if only for your good . So hold me when I'm here. Right me when I'm wrong. Hold me when I'm scared. You won't always be there. So love me when I'm gone.
If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear. For I've never known completeness, like being here, wrapped in the warmth of you, loving every breath of you. Why live life from dream to dream? And dread the day...
I should finish this letter now. You are getting a little fussy at this moment. Your Father still hasn't got a clue how to calm you down. I almost willing to believe that your have been so fussy lately because you somehow know what is going on. You have always known when someone has felt a little down, and have managed to make them feel better. Just last week, my friend Molly had twins, but one of them was stillborn. When we went over to see her you crawled up into her lap and gave her the biggest hug. It was the first time Arthur had seen her smile since it happened. They have such a wonderful family, six boys and little Ginny. I hope that you will become friends with them. Molly has helped me so much in this lifetime, and I hope that she can continue to help you.
I love you Harry. Never forget that. We will always be there for you no matter what.
Always,
Lily Satine Evans Potter, your Mother
"Mrs. Weasley, I think you might want to read this." I barely managed to say, as I handed her the letter. I had managed to only let a few tears fall on the letter as I read it, but I did notice that it was already stained with tears. I guess they were my Mother's tears. This is the closest I have been to something of hers in a long time. I wish I knew more about her. I heard Mrs. Weasley gasp, and I looked up. She was crying too.
"Oh, Harry. Your Mother was such a great friend to me too. She was my best friend. I have something for you. I just remembered it. I had put it away so long ago with all my other memories of that time, and I plum forgot about them." Mrs. Weasley stated as she left the room. We could hear her go up the stairs and open a door. Then we heard a couple of loud bangs.
"I hope she doesn't wake up the whole bloody house looking for whatever she's looking for." Ron stated. He suddenly yawned. "If I wasn't so curious as to what she has that is yours, then I would bloody well go to sleep. I'm tired."
I grinned at Ron. "I hear her coming back down now. So maybe we can both go to bed soon. I think your yawns are contagious." I said yawning back at him. (A/N: yawns are so contagious, I just started yawning myself just from typing that line. I am not even tired. Hehehe)
"Harry, I just want you to know this isn't all, but somehow I don't think you will be needing a couple of ball gowns at school this year." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. "But here is the rest of it." She continued, handing me a big box.
I opened it, and inside was an old movie reel with the words Moulin Rouge printed on the side and an old dust covered book that I was sure would interest Hermione more than myself. "It's the movie my Mum mentioned in the letter, and," I picked up the book dusting it off enough to read the title "a book by the same name, Moulin Rouge. Do you know anything about this movie, Mrs. Weasley?"
"Yes, but you don't have time to watch it tonight. I suggest, that the first chance you get at school, ask Professor Dumbledore about it. I am sure he will find some way for you to watch the movie there. And if the letter is to be believed, he can give you a play by play of the movie too. I suggest going to bed now, and on the train tomorrow try reading the book. I'll bet you will know your Parents better by the time you get to school." With that, Molly Weasley pushed the boys up the stairs and into bed.