Disclaimer: While we all know that Harry Potter and crew do not belong to me, neither does this song. This song can be found on Evanescence's cd 'Fallen'... therefore, it is not mine...
A/N: The last song... When I started writing this sequel, I never expected it to turn out as well as it did. Why this might not be what any of you were expecting, this is what came out when I started writing it. I had a basic idea of what I wanted, but I need the song to solidify the ideas and my own hopes in a way... this is what I had hoped for... While full of melancholy it still retains a slight bit of fluff, though I am not sure how many people will notice it. I hope this sequel will not disappoint you...
He walks over to the stereo system that they bought two months after they had moved into the house. Taking a cd from the collection beside the speaker, he puts it in the disc holder.
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
He could still remember that day. That day he'd expressed his feelings to the one that held his heart. It seems so long ago...
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase
They'd had fun over the last three years. They had done everything together and their friends accepted them. Actually, Harry's friends had accepted him. His family though, his family had disowned him, they said that he had disgraced them. Maybe he had, but he didn't care... he still doesn't.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
Over the years, they'd had their battles to fight. Against Voldemort, each other, and themselves. They had been winning on all three fronts, until yesterday...
You used to captivate me by your resonating mind
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
Yesterday... Bloody hell, it still hurt worse than anything else he's ever known. How could that have happened? How could the 'Boy Who Lived', be the one to fall and save them all? How could Harry have left him alone in this world?
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase
He lay on the floor, heart wrenching loss falling from his lips, desperate love tearing itself from his throat, salty sorrow falling from his eyes. That was how the others found him, in all of his miserable glory, huddle on the floor, lost between the memories and his depression.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
He would never understand why they had stayed to help him that night. He would never understand how they had accepted him without Harry. He would never understand everything they stood for.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
Years later, he could still remember Harry's voice, his kiss, his smell, his taste... He would remember how Harry always forgot to turn the coffee maker off. How he had never turned off the bathroom light. How he would whisper "I love you" just as he was drifting off to sleep.
He started leaving the bathroom light on. He started leaving the coffee maker on. He started tossing and turning in his sleep, saying "I love you" to the Harry in his dreams.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
He eventually moved on, but he never forgot Harry. He never forgot anything about him. And the day he died, he had one last thing to say, one last thing to tell the world, one last thing before he joined Harry Potter in whatever afterlife awaited him.
Drawing his grandchild close to him, he whispered, "Harry was my immortal... He still has all of me..."