Disclaimer: I don't own the song. I don't own the characters. I don't own anything.
A/N: I actually wrote this fic in two parts – I started it ages ago, but didn't finish it… so if there's anything that doesn't match up, I'm very sorry!
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
"James? I'm scared. He's coming for us, isn't he?"
I asked the question, but I already knew how James would reply. I also knew that this would be a lie. He would tell me that it was all going to be OK, and that we would get out of this. But we won't, I know. Voldemort's coming for us, I think he knows where we are, and we aren't gonna be able to save ourselves. No one's gonna save us.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Last night, I dreamed that everything was OK. That we had escaped Voldemort and that we were all safe. I don't know how this happened, or why, or who it was who saved us. But what I do know is that it isn't going to happen, that it's too late for me, James, Harry; too late for the entire wizarding world. Too late.
One day I'll wish upon a star and
Wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Maybe this wonderful place is more than just a dream. Maybe it exists, somewhere, sometime. But I'll never be able to find it. I wish with all my heart that someday good will win this war, and that I will live to see that day. But I'm not a child now. I'm all grown up now, and I know that wishing doesn't work. Asking a star, up in the sky, to solve all my problems? That's just doesn't makes sense. If only it did.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Away above the chimney tops.
That's where you'll find me.
If wishes and dreams came true, the world would be so simple, and life would be so easy. But they don't, and it isn't. If they did, I would wish away these doubts I feel about Peter. I would wish for all this killing to end, and it would, if only dreams came true.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then - oh, why can't I?
James doesn't believe me when I tell him I think we're going to die. He trusts Peter implicitly… and I suppose I should do too, really. I have no reason not to. But, still, I don't. I just get this feeling…
I suppose I could leave now, take Harry with me, and go somewhere safe. But I won't. James says he'll stay here, whatever happens, that it's much more dangerous to go out. I could never leave James alone, knowing that he will die. So I shall stay here, and wait for the end, and hope, and pray.
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh, why can't I?