"If Only Tears Could Bring You Back (To Me)" is copyright it's authors and is performed by The Midnight Sons on the soundtrack album to "Pokemon: The First Movie". Yes, I know, ANOTHER Pokemon Song, but the lyrics are beautiful, as is the song. I VERY highly suggest you hear it. Alright, this fic is slashy, as you probably already know. If you don't like boy/boy pairings, why the heck are you all the way on chapter six of this fic?? All Characters and settings, save the ones you don't recognize, are copyright J.K. Rowling. And now, with that aside…. On with the story.
If Only Tears Could Bring You Back
How will I start tomorrow without you here?
Who's heart will guide me,
When all the answers disappear?
Is it too late?
Are you too far gone to stay?
Best friends forever,
Should never have to go away.
What will I do?
You know, I'm only half without you.
How will I make it through?
He walked the halls on his way up to the Gryffindor dormitories, tears still staining his face. Harry was gone, he had run away, and it was all his fault. It had been almost two hours since Hermione had told him the news, and his tears had not ebbed since. If only there was a way he could redo last night. A way he could tell Harry everything that had progressed in his mind over the last four months. He truly hoped that Harry would come back, that there was still a chance.
There was a school wide panic when the news was told at breakfast this morning. Even the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had been crying. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the boy who saved the school countless times within the past seven years, was gone. No one could explain it. Voldemort was gone, his followers were arrested and disbanded, there was no logical explanation for it. Ron knew what happened, and why Harry left, but how could he tell anyone, even Hermione, that this was all because of him. Classes had been cancelled today, which was fine by Ron. It gave him time to sit in his dorm room, and cry.
If only tears could bring you back to me,
If only love could find a way.
What I would do, what I would give, if you,
Returned to me,
Someday,
Somehow,
Some way…
If my tears could bring you back to me…
Ron stepped into the, thankfully, empty dorm room, and his sad eyes fell immediately upon Harry's untouched bed. More tears filled up his eyes as he walked over; reaching out a hand to gently touch the place he had watched his beloved sleep so many nights. He felt so alone, so empty without him here. It was as if half of him was gone, part of his heart, his very soul, had been ripped away. He collapsed onto Harry's empty bed, another fit of pained sobs and streams of tears overtook him. Had he been able to pay attention, he would have noticed the small, rolled up piece of parchment lying upon the pillow of his own bed.
I'll cry you an ocean,
If you'd sail on home again.
Waves of emotion,
Will carry you, I know they can.
Just let love guide you,
And your heart will chart the course.
Soon, you'll be drifting,
Into the arms of your true north.
Look in my eyes,
You'll see, a million tears have gone by,
And still they're not dry…
He lay there, curled up in a ball, crying for almost two hours. He was both physically and mentally exhausted, but he would not let himself sleep. For the first time in Ron's life, he was afraid to sleep, afraid to dream. Ever so slowly, he got up from Harry's bed and walked over to the window, looking down at the grounds of the school. Everywhere, there were faces of the other students. Some concerned, some searching, and some just enjoying the day off from classes. In that moment, Ron hated all of them. He wished he could be free of this pain that gripped at his chest, that tore at his heart. He wished last night had never happened.
It was then that Ron finally noticed the parchment on his pillow. A brow arching curiously, he walked over, picking it up. After taking a seat on his still freshly made bed, he undid the crimson ribbon that held the small scroll closed. As he looked down at the distinctive scrawl upon the page, his reddened and puffy eyes began to fill up once more.
If only tears could bring you back to me,
If only love could find a way.
What I would do, what I would give, if you,
Returned to me,
Someday,
Somehow,
Some way…
If my tears could bring you back to me…
After a few moments, Ron composed himself enough to read the words written in Harry's neat, small handwriting.
Ron,
By the time you find this letter, I
will be gone. I am sincerely sorry for any
pain I have caused you by making my little
confession last night. I truly wish there was
some way I could take it back, that I could
somehow still have your friendship. As I said
last night, you are the best friend I have ever
had, and you will remain forever that way in
my mind and in my heart. I was foolish to ever
think that there was any chance of you loving
me back, and again, I am truly sorry. I am not
asking you to love me, I am only asking that
you remember me and the good times we had,
and that you try in some way to forgive me for
what I have done. I love you Ron, and will
be with you, now and forever. All you have to
do, is look inside your heart.
With Love Always,
Harry
Potter
I'll hold you close,
And shout the words I only whispered before.
For one more chance,
For one last dance,
There's not a thing that I would not endure.
Ron hadn't even made it past the first line when his tears began to overflow his eyes. "But, I do love you Harry, I always have." He whispered to the empty room, "I only wish I had been able to tell you last night. I'm so sorry I made you leave."
If only tears could bring you back to me,
If only love could find a way.
What I would do, what I would give, if you,
Returned to me,
Someday,
Somehow,
Some way…
Just then, a gentle, loving hand came to rest upon Ron's shoulder.
If my tears could bring you back…
"No more tears, my love," came that all too familiar voice. "I'm here."
To me…