A/N: Ok, this is my first songfic. I'm hoping to do a series of these based off of my favorite country artist (OH PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME NOW! I'M ONLY USING HIS LYRICS), Garth Brooks. He sang a lot of songs that tell very honest stories and I thought that it would be fun to try to put some of his songs to stories.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the songs that Garth Brooks sang. This particular one was written by the extremely talented, Tony Arata, and performed by Garth Brooks. I also do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters involved. I like what Imogen said, so I'll quote him/her here. JKR's toys, I'm just playing with them for a little while.
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Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone
Ginny sat peacefully at the side of the lake beside Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself to remember those special moments that her and Harry had once shared there.
This was the first place where they had danced together, on the night of the ball in his fifth year. He had taken her in his arms and held her tightly to him. The stars had glistened brightly, providing them with the light to see only each other.
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye
It would be the last time the world had ever been right again, Ginny mused. After that year, the torment and pain had begun, and would not finally end for another four years.
Lord Voldemort, better known to Ginny as Tom Riddle, came to his height at the end of Harry's fifth year when he and Ginny had finally found comfort in each other.
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
She was glad, very glad she hadn't known that in the end she would lose him. When she had finally graduated form Hogwarts, they had been in a rush to get married, to have as much happiness with each other as they could.
Harry had been so adamant about wanting to save her from the pain he knew they would have to endure in order to be together, but luckily, Ginny had convinced him that the pain would never be bad enough to keep her away, but if she had known...
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
It was one dance, beneath the starlit sky that had made her entire period of pain worth it. She sifted her hand through the grass. They had once made love in this very spot, in the deep of the night when no one else had been awake.
A tear fell from Ginny's eye as she wrapped her arms round herself and laid back on the grass attempting to supress her sobs of agony.
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
Yes, when she had held him, she ruled everything, she had everything she had ever wanted, her one moment in time when no one else in the world mattered. Even Cho Chang couldn't have held up a candle to the beauty of Ginny having Harry in her arms just that once.
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have chanced it all
She wished at that very moment, that she had missed it. That instead of racing out of the hall when Harry had turned away from her, she had walked over to Colin and danced with him. Then everything would have been avoided. Harry would have danced with Cho, and she never would have had to endure the endless days, and lord the endless nights that had lately become regular.
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Then she remembered something she had heard once as a child. Through the endless nights you will cry, but during the day I will be with you.
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Ginny looked in wonderment as the young boy, who was the mirror image of Harry woke from his nap beside her and rubbed his eyes. His dark brown hair went everywhere and he yawned. The scar, the same scar his father had recieved from his mother and he had recieved from his father, shone brightly on his forehead.
His father had died saving him, Ginny remembered and began to slowly cry again. The young boy reached his hand up and rubbed her tears away.
Yes, Ginny decided, yes... she was glad she hadn't known.
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance
Never again, would she chance, but she was glad she hadn't missed the dance.
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JA