Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in Harry Potter, or the song "Yellow" by Coldplay. This is written merely for my enjoyment, and hopefully for the entertainment of others.
Author's Note: Okay, I know that this has been probably been done to the ground, but I had to get it done, and you really don't have to read it. If you are one who reads my other fanfics, I will tell you here and now that I am continuing to work on "The Uprising" but this is something that was itching at me to get written. I just thought of it a couple of days ago. But if you do decide that you want to read it, please tell me what you think. This is a new sort of style that I am just experimenting with, and it would be greatly appreciated if you told me what you thought. If you find another songfic to "Yellow" please tell me. I'd really like to see it, as I have a new obsession with the song. I had never even heard of the song until my sister got the CD to it and played it. I am not "hoppin' and boppin'" when it comes to my generation's music. Anyway, I will stop typing this so you can read. Enjoy!
How They Shine For You
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
I see all the constellations outside the window. From Orion to the Big Dipper, I see that they are shining especially tonight. I find myself often doing this when I take comfort in Harry's room, rocking him to bed when James is away on missions. I seem to feel a bit less worried in here, just talking to Harry about what his life will be like and watching the stars. But tonight isn't like any other. I can see the stars actually glow. Sort of like Harry.
I remember that when I had Harry, it seemed that everything around him absolutely glowed. He and James were all I needed to get through this war. The war would be full or tragedy and sorrow on each mission I would be assigned to, but Harry would make all the pain go away. He lights up my life every time I even half-glance in his direction.
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow
I turn from the window very slowly still thinking about how yellow the stars are and look at my boy. Harry. He is so young and vivid. Although he is just eleven months old, he just started to walk the other day. He'll walk a few steps, and fall down on his bottom clumsily. It is so funny, and I can't help but feel sorry for him. He is so good and quiet, but he will make sure that he gets the attention he needs.
I look at his sleeping form. His small and fat arms are bunched up together on his chest as if he is at his ready for anything. But the expression on his face is what gets my attention. He looks so blissful and happy. The candle light in the room that barely illuminates his crib and makes his face and dimples have a yellow tint that makes a portrait of something absolutely amazing.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn it in
To something beautiful
You know, you know I love you so
You know I love you so
He is a product of me. From his head all the way down to his toes, it is an extraordinary sight to watch someone that you brought into this world sleep so peacefully. I realize that neither he nor anyone else will ever know how much I love him. I care about him more than I do anyone else.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
I now look back on what James and I have done for him. We moved to this place—Godric's Hollow a few weeks ago because of a prophecy that endangered Harry. Sirius was afraid of betraying us when we made him secret keeper as to our location, and made Peter take his place.
Cos you were all "Yellow,"
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all "Yellow."
I respect his decision, and realize that they all have done so much for us. The things that we have done these past months—moving, getting a secret keeper—all for Harry. I look at a new line that has been formed at the top of his forehead—it looks to be his concentrating on something in his dream.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
I'd bleed myself dry for you,
I'd bleed myself dry.
My thoughts turn back to this prophecy that was made. It was either Harry or the baby boy that Frank and Alice had. It just horrifies me to think that their or my baby could be involved with something as terrible as this war. But I also suppose that I have been over and over this again and again what with the fact that he was born during this war. If Voldemort does come for Harry, then I will do all in my power to stop him. He will not get him, even if it results in my dying. I would do anything to save Harry. Gladly will I go to the ends of the earth to make him happy. Anything that will help him live as normal a life as possible.
It's true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
I truly believe the reason the stars are so bright tonight is because they are shining for Harry. They are shining for his every step or coo. They are bright because he is so bright.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
They shine for everything that he does. And so does my love for him.