AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME

Nothing stunk this bad, Harry thought. Not only was Voldemort ripping around the world, laying dead a muggle town a day, but Harry knew it was much worse - Voldemort was after HIM. It was because of him, of course: the boy who lived.. and stirred up the terrible vengence in the monster's heart (if you could still call it that).

"I sure wish you guys were here," the thought broke the silence as Harry rolled over on his summer bed, more of a cot really, to look into the eyes of his parents. It had been a glorious day when Harry had been taken from the Dursleys.. but this wasn't much better. Being in the hands of a secret keeper, Arthur Weasley to be blunt, was not the ideal summer vacation. Harry had propped up his one reminder of ever being worth something, his photo album, on a rickety old table next to his sleeping furniture, open and revealing Harry's favorite picture. It was his parents. James and Lily Potter.

And of course, staring into the eyes of these two people aroused Harry.

"Mum's eyes are just like mine," such a whisper seemed to pick up the hairs on the back of Harry's bedridden neck. "Weird, but true...... yeah, weird, right. Talking to myself is weird, that's what."

Somehow Harry couldn't shake her eyes, no matter how he twirled in the messy sheets. It almost seemed to suffocate the boy with the lightning bolt scar, and speaking of..

"Aagh!" Harry's eyes shed potential tears as his fingers traced his guardian mark. "He's near.. I can feel it."

As the door shook from the wind outside, Harry couldn't help but take a defensive stance, even if he _wasn't_ really standing. Anytime now. He looked back at the picture, but his father's appearrance didn't seem to draw him.

"Mum.."

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Although worthlessness has always been a friend of mine
I'm feeling my life in your hands
People say I'm crazy but I don't quite mind
Risking it all for the past
And how you saved my life is still a mystery
I can't get it off of my head
Don't care if it is written in history
I'll never believe that you're dead


I don't care with my scar
If he comes
How you hid
As long as you love me
With my scar
If he comes
Don't care how you hid
As long as you love me


Every little thing that you had, pain or fun
Feels like it's deep within me
Doesn't really matter if your life is done
It seems like I'm meant to be


I don't care with my scar
If he comes
How you hid
As long as you love me
With my scar
If he comes
Don't care how you hid
As long as you love me


I've tried to hide it so that no one knows
But I guess it shows
When they look upon my mark
What you did and where he's comin' from
I don't care, as long as you love your baby.


I don't care with my scar
If he comes
How you hid
As long as you love me
With my scar
If he comes
Don't care how you hid
As long as you love me


With my scar
If he comes
How you hid
As long as you love me
(repeat to fade)


vvvvvvvvvvvv

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author's note & disclaimer: ok, forgot to put one on my first and last fiction. um, oopsies? o well, for that, it's hp & co belonging to jk rowling (murray, actually, but it's not as catchy!!) and we will rock u to queen. for THIS lovely little ditty, though, it's hp & co to jk rowling (well, that was similar, but) as long as you love me to bsb (backstreet boys). Idea to me, cheerio!