Disclaimer: I don't own any of the orginial Harry Potter character because I am not that creative...but I wish i was...I only own the plot and my characters.
You're Already the Voice Inside My Head
Tara reached the doorway to the study first and just in time to see Draco giving them his message from beyond. She was thoroughly touched by the words that he spoke to them but was stunned by what followed. It seemed that Draco needed them to understand the root of his decision and left them with the memory of his final confrontation with his father to help them in their time of need. As the scene began to unfold, she wanted to turn away but could do nothing but watch as the others finally caught up with her and stood beside her.
Lucius had drawn his wand to stun his son so he could take him to the Dark Lord. He believed that with the mudblood out of the way that Draco would take to a little reeducation quite nicely but as his son laid on the floor, he heard something of a chanting in his mind. It sounded like a poem yet as he paid closer attention to the words he knew it was his son's final attempt at defiance. The words rang out louder and louder in his head until it pushed him over the perverbial edge...
I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you
I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be
Just like you
Standing over his son, Lucius looked him directly in the eyes and informed Draco that he was just like him, cut from the same stone with the same blood flowing through his veins, there was no escape from the inevitable. It was a family tradition, a blackness that was passed down the family tree just like his blonde hair and blue eyes, and although he may want to deny its presence, he told him, it would find its way to the surface sometime or someway. Draco's only response was to continue with the song that wouldn't leave his thoughts....
I could be cold
I could be ruthless
You know I could be just like you
I could be weak
I could be senseless
You know I could be just like you
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be
Just like you
The chanting just kept on inside of Lucius leaving him with the belief that his son was all but dead to him so why not just end the threat once and for all. As he drew his wand on his only heir once again, Lucius's had a single flicker of sadness enter into his being. It was just for a second but, in that miniscule moment, he wished that he was someone else and somewhere else. Sadly though that was not the way this was meant to be, he reasoned to himself, and then coldly executed his last order of business..."Avada Kedevra". But his son's last thoughts would haunt him for an eternity...
On my own, cause I can't take livin' with you
I'm alone, so I won't turn out like
You want me to
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No one moved or said anything for the longest time. It was quite clear that the emotions were just running to high for anyone to be able to say anything comfortably. Narcissa was still clutching the spell book but couldn't bring herself to open it after seeing her son's final moments on this earth at the hands of his own father. Was it truly his wish to remain in the company of Hades rather than that of the survivors of the war?
Now, however, it was Hermione's ture to look towards a future without Draco and she was reminded of the true reason she had drug Blaise back to this place. In reality, she had come to recover not only his body but certain personal and necessary items. Deep within the recesses of the Restricted section, she had come across a book of spells called Capsa Cadaver, or the Book of the Dead, which contained countless spells and potions for everything from contacting to raising the departed. He had mad a passionate plea for his fate to be left alone but he had also made a promise to her that he wouldn't leave her. Her decision was made the moment the truth was known and so it would be that she would bring him back or die trying.
"Hermione...Narcissa, it's time to end this. You've seen his wishes on the matter and must rid yourselves of false hopes. Can we stop this now or will we have to protect you from yourselves?" Dumbledore called to them.
"Professor, I don't think that all our options have been considered yet. Shouldn't we at least listen to what Narcissa has to found? There may be something that we haven't considered yet." Hermione offered.
"Are you mad? It's Dark magic and nothing good can come of it." Ron interrupted.
Upon hearing those words, Hermione was hit by a sense of deja vu of the conversation with Draco she'd had about bringing back Sirius. A battle ensued inside her head between desire and reason with the answer undeniable even to her aching heart.
"In my mind, I know the truth but my heart can't let go. Just tell me how to make my heart let go, can you?" she begged the solemn faces.
"Miss Granger, there isn't an answer to that question and only a fool would try. I think a better solution would be to ask yourself how to say goodbye not let go. An that we can help you with." Dumbledore explained softly.
"If saying goodbye is all I can do, then I wish to do it alone or with Narcissa." she conceded.
"As you wish....Narcissa will you stay or go?" he asked her.
"Stay" she replied feeblely.
After everyone had left, Hermione turned to Narcissa and proposed a new plan, "I know we both want the same thing and are questioning whether or not its the right thing to do but no matter what everyone else says or what I've said in the past, I have to do this. What were you wanting to do before everyone arrived?"
"I was going to do the Anima Muto or soul exchange and then transfer from one body to another but we can't do that now. Draco would only reverse it himself to save you again. We can't do this anymore, my dear girl. Dumbledore was right about one thing, my son made his choice and although he didn't want to be like his father, he is just as stubborn as Lucius was. I love my son but what's done is done." Narcissa surrendered.
"Have you ever heard of the Capsa Cadaver?" she probed.
"Yes, but it's not what you think it is. It actually has an ancient egyptian origin and is most helpful with mumification as the soul has to be preserved before it can be resurrected. Draco's soul is spoken for now and it's eternally linked to the Dark Lord by the manner of its capture. We can resurrect the body but the soul is lost unless another soul can be bartered to take its place." she informed Hermione.
"There has to be a way. I will not accept defeat this way, I just can't. Please help me because you're the only one who understands." Hermione gasped.
"If I let you do this, let alone help you, my son will be lost to me forever by his anger at defying his wishes. I stayed behind because I knew the look in your eyes was one of defiance and Draco did speak of your intellect and courage but I must implore you to let this go for your own sake as well as his. You must say goodbye for now and let life go on until you will reunited with him under his terms. Do you understand?" she pressed.
"I can't believe that there isn't some sort of way. Voldemort came back to many times for there not to be something that we're missing."
"His body came back but his soul was lost forever after his attack on the Potter boy. Can't you see that you will only condemn him further by doing this and could possibly lose your own soul as my husband did in the process. Think this through carefully for history will repeat itself if you do not." Narcissa gave this a final warning to the head strong Hermione.
Alone with only her grief, Hermione sat in the study holding the cold hand of her first and only true love fighting the demons that had taken over her heart. Caught between good and evil with no clear solution, she began to take samples of his body to further her cause. In a matter of minutes, she had taken portions of his hair, blood, skin and saliva to keep until she do more research to come up with a viable spell. Right and wrong was no longer black and white but vast area of grey in order to suit her purpose which she would keep in secret. Draco watched this from the other realm with great distress as she refused to hear his pleas to contact her....
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The hallway was silent as Narcissa walked out to the room still holding the book of spells to her chest in a very guarded manner while looking to each of the faces of her son's school mates. A collective sigh of relief let all of their lips as they believed the threat of Draco being reincarnated had passed. Narcissa walked up to Dumbledore and handed him the book and spoke barely above a whisper to him.
"I heard what you said and I talked to her but I'm not convinced that she's abandoned the prospect of bringing him back. She's supposed to be saying her goodbyes right now but I think her friends may want to help her through this until she's able to let go." she explained to him.
"I understand Narcissa, but that may be easier said than done. She feels like she's the only one whose lost anything other than you and if she didn't respond well to you then she won't to them either." Dumbledore replied.
"Maybe I can help with that." Blaise offered.
"How will do that?" Ron asked now that everyone was gathered around.
"Well I could help her to understand what Draco really wanted. I knew him better than anyone here, even you Mrs. Malfoy." he replied.
"Well you didn't help Cheyan much, did you?" Katie scoffed.
"That's not fair. I didn't want this to happen but my hands were tied. I had to tell Voldemort what I knew or face the same fate that Draco did." he tried to explain.
"What fate are you talking about?" Narcissa jumped in.
"The dark mark, of course. I was just trying to buy myself time and made a huge mistake. That's why Draco came to me tonight. I didn't even know Cheyan was fighting, she wasn't suppose to. She told me that herself, so I didn't think anything about it." he continued.
"But what about all of us?" Katie chimed in.
"Look, I didn't really know much about all of you other than that Cheyan felt betrayed by all of you except for Katie." he told her.
"If you weren't on their side, why endanger the only person who could stop it?" Ron interrupted again.
"I wasn't thinking about it like that, ok? I made a mistake. Don't you think I would go back and change it all if I could? I lost Cheyan and my best friend, don't you think that makes me the best person to talk to Hermione?" Blaise shouted back at them all.
"Enough." yelled Dumbledore above the heated arguement that was brewing between Ron and Blaise. "This isn't going to help our friends or family. We need unity to get ourselves and each other through this."
"I just want to help, ok?" Blaise pleaded.
"Go ahead, Mr. Zambini and do your best." Dumbledore encouraged.
Blaise nodded in recognization and headed for the door. As his hand touched the knob, he heard something that before now he wouldn't have imagined possible.....
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Blaise, old friend, I need you now more than ever....
Draco...how can I hear you when I didn't summon you?
The same way that you could before but that's not important right now. Just listen, I can't reach Hermione and she's preparing to bring me back but you can't let her. If she tries then they will take her soul and there's no guarantee that she'll get me....
What do you mean?
If a soul leaves this place, another has to take its place but I'm connected to someone else and even if she's willing to trade places with me, I may not be the one to come back. Understand?
Sort of. But she won't listen to any of us. How can I make her understand?
You need to go to my room and look through my CDs. Find one that will help you draw out her pain so she'll listen. Your pain about Cheyan is the key and you have to succeed.
I'll do my best but I didn't have the same kind of relationship with Cheyan that you did with her. What if she doesn't believe me?
Ask Snape for his pensieve and show her what memories you do have. I know what you felt for her and even if you don't want to admit it to yourself, you're gonna have to....
And then Blaise was alone again but dreading his task even more. He was planning on dealing with the Cheyan situation alone, not with a virtual stranger but in his heart, he knew that this was all his fault and he had to fix it. The knob turned slowly and with a gentle push he opened the door to come face to face with Hermione. Startled, she jumped back to get a better look at who was standing there.
"You scared me." she spat while looking him over.
"Sorry, but I was hoping we could talk when we get back to school." he asked her gently.
"Why would you want to talk to me? This isn't about Draco is it?" she questioned.
"Yes and no. It's mostly about Cheyan but it kind of has to do with Draco because you're the only person who might understand." he answered.
"Boy, you've got alot of nerve. Did you know that? This is all your fault and your still standing here pretending that you care. Like you're the victim." she boiled over.
Blaise had had enough of these judgemental Gryffindors and shot back at her, "Oh yes, no one else here has made a mistake. No one else has feelings but you and your friends. Well fine, have it your way and maybe they will understand what your going through, considering what they all lost right?"
Admittedly, Hermione was stunned by the flood of emotion she just witnessed and remembered how she had misjudged Draco in almost the same way. She was about to turn around and stop him but he was already gone. To make matters worse, Professor Dumbledore was staring at her like she had two heads; one that was the Hermione he knew and the other one was a complete mystery. That caused her to wonder where the real Hermione had went to and could she ever find her way back????
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After arriving back at Hogwarts, Blaise started for the Slytherin dungeons but just outside the portrait hole he could he the conversations of the students inside and suddenly wanted to go anywhere but there. He had anticipated alot of questions surrounding the ethreal appearance of Draco and him being the one to chant the charm that ultimately killed the Dark Lord, yet actually hearing the talk unsettled him quite a bit.
"I can't believe that they went against him. What will their parents say?" Bletchley, the seeker for the quidditch team, quipped.
"Will they be back?" asked Crabbe.
"Why did Draco look like that?" questioned Pansy.
"Did you see your parents? I know my father had to have been there but I wonder where is now?" inquired Goyle.
"Where is Blaise now? He should be able to tell what is going on." said Emma.
Knowing what was going to happen when he went inside, Blaise turned around and walked away. Thoughts of Cheyan were swimming in his head refusing to give him a moments peace, not to mention the final request of his best friend, so he headed towards the Heads dorms and to Draco's bedroom hoping for refuge. As he entered the common room, he took note of all the things that reminded him of his fallen friend and felt himself go weak in the knees. Merlin, he hadn't even made it to Draco's room and he already felt as though he was going to be sick.
Working up the stomach to proceed, Blaise finally stood outside Draco's door and was flooded with another wave of emotion but this was different. This time it was his words that stood out. Normally when he was standing in this very spot, he would be knocking on the door to go inside and have a little lively banter with his friend but that would not be the case now. That time was gone forever and he had only himself to blame for it. How would he ever be able to feel good again with the weight of this guilt upon his shoulders? At last like a storm to the baron desert, the tears began to fall and wash away the sins of his choices. And there he sat, blubbering like a spoiled child, praying that he could just get into Draco's room and out of sight.
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Several minutes had passed, when Blaise began to noises outside of the common room. He quickly opened Draco's door not really thinking about what he was doing as he was only concerned about getting away. The voices grew louder and more distinguishable as he realized that it was Hermione, Ron, Katie, Harry and Tara. As he listened more, he realized that they were all actually fighting but the conversation made no sense to him at all. If what he was hearing was true, Harry and Tara were blood sucker????
"How are you going to survive now?" Katie asked.
"It's not like I wanted things to turn out this way, you know."
"But Harry, how will you go to class, graduate or become an auror?" Ron squeaked.
"Does Dumbledore know about this yet?" Hermione piped up.
"Wait, everyone, let me explain some of the basics. First, there are potions that could allow him out in the daylight but he will have to be careful. Second, he doesn't have to feed on humans. He will just need blood, understand? The rest will be worked out with Dumbledore tomorrow but I promise that it will all work out." Tara tried to calm them.
"Don't you think you've done enough?" Harry snapped back her.
"I told you that I had to do it. Or you would be dead now too. Is that what you want because it can be arranged you know." she fought back.
"Well technically, he's already dead." Hermione mused.
"I don't think I can take much more of this tonight." Ron whined.
"You can't take much more? What about the rest of us? What about Hermione or Draco or Cheyan for that matter?" Katie corrected him.
"I didn't mean it that way and you know it. They were all my friends too you know. And you know we'll always be here for you but I think we all need some sleep, don't you?" Ron cracked back defensively.
"Stop fighting everyone. Ron's right, it's been a long night and I just want to get some sleep. I'll see you all in the morning. Well, maybe not you Harry but...Merlin I don't know...I just want to be alone for awhile, ok?" Hermione said to them.
"But Herms, you're room's this way." Ron called to her.
"I know but I want to stay in his room one last night. I'll be fine, I promise."
Uh oh, that's not good, Blaise thought to himself as he watched the doorknob turn. What was he supposed to do now????
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Before he could move to escape, Hermione turned the around and saw someone standing in the corner of the room and for a moment she thought it was Draco waiting to tell her that this had all been a mistake. But no, it wasn't and as the torches illuminated the room she saw that it was Blaise not her love. The color drained from her face and she felt her veins run cold like her blood had turned to ice.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, I'll leave. I just wanted to be around his stuff but it was a mistake." he apologized.
"No, wait, I wanted to talk to you earlier to apologize but you left so quick that I didn't have the chance. You were right, maybe we are the only ones who can understand what the other is going through. Do you still want to talk?" she offered.
"Maybe in a bit. Draco was always telling me that listening to music helped him relax and I thought maybe we could do that for now, if that's alright?" he responded weakly.
"Yeah, I think that sounds perfect. I'll go and get the CD player from my room." she said and then turned to go to room through the bathroom so that no one would ask her any questions.
When Hermione returned, Blaise was sitting on Draco's bed with his shoulders hunched looking like a broken human being. So alone and guilt stricken that her heart went out to him and she wondered how close he and Cheyan must have become before all this happened. Perhaps she could convince him to join her in bringing them back and then they could all live happily ever after? Both were formulating plans in their minds about how to approach the other as she turned the music on and they both just sat there listening for the longest time.
You know with each day that passes by, I pray to god I'll never forget who you are.
You mean everything to me.
I love you
Ooooh Ooooh
Ooh I pray
You were in my dream
Before I even knew that there was a you and me,
Now I can't wait to see your smile,
When I wake up each day,
It makes it worth while
With the kinda love you plant inside,
Specially with a heart so empty as mine.
All your soft tenderness is the one thing that I don't wanna miss.
They each started to hum along to the song wondering if this was some sort of sign from beyond but Hermione was most affected by the words and began to tell Blaise the story of how her and Draco came to be friends and then lovers. Every so often a tear would fall from his cheek as he repeatedly tried to tell her how sorry he was. However, she could tell that no matter how many times she told him that it was ok, his conscience wasn't going to let him off the hook.
I pray,
When it's time for me to say goodbye
I'll never forget looking in your eyes,
I pray,
That I feel your touch
And that God doesn't forget our love,
I pray,
When I close my eyes,
I can still see visions of you on my mind.
I pray,
That I see you in another life,
I pray that you still by my side.
Oh I pray.
He tried not to look at her while she spoke because he felt as though his heart would break in two. All he really wanted now was to take it all back and make things the way they were this morning before he betrayed them all out of fear. Never again would he feel the love of another with this hanging over his head and so he started to open himself to the prospect of bringing them all back. But how???
Everything that you give to me,
Only comes in a fantasy,
It seems like life goes by so fast,
But in this time I wanna make it last. (I pray)
I hate that we live to die,
But only God knows why (I pray)
We all have a purpose,
And to see you again it'll be worth it.
Hermione saw his expression change from grief and regret to hard calculation. He was thinking of something but she could tell what so she decided to wait until he would tell her. She sat there in silent reflection, concentrating on the song that was playing moved by how perfect it was for the mood despite the obvious intent to help a person to let go of a lost loved one. No, she wouldn't let go of him. She just couldn't, right or wrong, she couldn't do it.
I wish that I could stop time,
I wish that I could rewind,
To the very begining of every second of my life.
To ask God on my hands and knees,
To never let me forget all my special memories.
See I'm only promised today,
And if it's my time to go,
I don't want the love of my life to ever fade away,
So one last time
Let me open my eyes.
To see what my life used to be like.
The song began to fade when Blaise remember something he had heard about a few years back. It was merely a rumor at the time but if the rumor was true then Hermione may hold the key to undoing this miscarriage of justice. But surely, if it was true, then she would have thought of it as it was so simple and yet so perfect. He turned his head towards her and looked into her eyes just as something came to her also....
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Why hadn't I thought of it sooner, Hermione thought to herself. And why hadn't Dumbledore thought of it? Could there be some sort of danger to this? And why is Blaise looking at me that way? He couldn't know about too, could he?
She's thought of something, he could see it written all over her face but was it the same thing or something different? How do I ask her about this without sounding stupid? After the events of today, does it really matter how I look, he scolded himself.
"I thought of something." he blurted out.
"So did I." she said.
"What's yours?"
"What's yours?"
"How about we say it at the same time?" Blaise suggested.
"Alright. On the count of three...1...2...3..."
"Time Turner..." they both shouted. Shocked that they both had the same idea and wondering why it occurred to each of them at the same time and no one else, they each sat there waiting for the other to speak. But all they got in return was silence.
"Have you used one before?" Blaise asked breaking the deafening quiet.
"Yes, how about you?" Hermione replied.
"I knew it was true. No, I haven't but do you still have it?"
"No I gave it back to Professor Dumbledore at the end of term."
"Well then how are we going to get one?"
"Ask him for it back and see what he thinks of the idea?" Hermione proposed.
"But no one wants us to do this. I'm supposed to be talking you out of this. Besides, how far would we go back? If we went back to far then wouldn't we still have to defeat Voldemort again?" Blaised rambled.
"Yeah but what other choice do we have? Do an illegal potion? Create an entirely new spell? Well, I listening do you have any other ideas?" Hermione chastized him.
"Fine, we'll talk to Dumbledore in the morning then but what if he refuses?" Blaise questioned.
"We get one ourselves." she replied firmly.
"Oh, now that won't get us into trouble now will it?" he mocked.
"If we change everything back then no one will know." she reasoned.
"But that's not how it's suppose to work and you know that. We can't completely change the past or it will have the ripple effect in time."
"But it's our only hope." she reaffirmed.
"I don't know, somethings not right about this. Maybe would we should more research first."
"There's not time. We have to act quickly or it will be too dangerous. We should go talk to the Headmaster now." Hermione pressed. She got up, grabbed Blaise's hand and lead him out the door to Dumbledore's office hoping that he would agree but doubting that it would be this easy.
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All the way to the Headmaster's office, Hermione was planning on how to present this to him and at what point in the past to go back to. Blaise was watching how her face scrunched up when she was deep in thought and was amazed at how pretty she was. It was easy to see what had attracted Draco to her. The more he thought about Draco and her, the more pictures of Cheyan imprinted on his mind. The next thing he knew, they were standing in front of the gargoyle and Hermione was saying the password.
Walking up the steps was the most surreal experience for both of them as the weight of all the deaths was bearing down on them. The sight of this Slytherin and that Gryffindor standing side by side with a common goal was worht a thousand words. But the sight of Dumbledore, McGonogall, Snape and Narcissa Malfoy sitting there waiting for them was priceless. They all had known that she would come up with something and that Blaise's guilt would make him buy into it.
"I must say that you're here quicker than I had planned on." Dumbledore confessed.
"We had a great idea about how to correct this situation. I know all of you have said that it should be left alone but I think we all overlooked the most obvious solution until now." she offered.
"All spells and potions are just too dangerous, Miss Granger." Professor Snape spoke up.
"Now Severus, let's hear her out. What is your obvious solution?" Dumbledore encouraged her with a knowing smile.
"The Time Turner." she replied simply to a chorus of gasps.
"Yes, of course. But are you sure that there aren't any dangers?" he asked in return.
"Well, that's part of why Blaise and I are here. We weren't sure how far to go back as we don't want another battle with Voldemort but maybe if we could warn someone then we could change the outcome and save many people and not just Draco." she proposed.
"I'm not so sure that's wise, Miss Granger. If we change something as important as the surprise nature of the battle, we very might change the outcome for the worse. Voldemort could win and then where would we be." Professor McGonogall reasoned.
"But if there's a way to control the our knowledge and preparation then we would be better prepared for the fight. Would we not? Maybe we could go back to where Blaise informed his father of our plans, wouldn't that work to allow us to be better prepared?" she asserted.
"But then we still wouldn't know the precise plan of attack and it could give Voldemort the upper hand." Narcissa stated. "I want my son back as much as you do but not at the price of losing the war to Voldemort."
"We could go back and have you, Narcissa, preform the resurrection spell to retrieve Draco before he gets sucked back through the vortex?" Blaise suggested.
"But what about saving the others too? It wouldn't be right to save one and not the others." Hermione groaned.
"Ah, yes, now Miss Granger is beginning to understand the real reason why we couldn't support her cause to bring him back. Why him and no one else and at what point do we draw the line as to who stays and who goes?" Professor Dumbledore reflected while staring at Blaise and her to gage their reactions.
The faces of Hermione and Blaise told the story of defeat and fear. In all there efforts to fight the reality and finality of their actions, they had forgotten to ask the most important question of all. At what point do you draw the line and what price is too great for others to pay so you can have what your heart desires? The truth was that any price is too great and the only solution is deal with what remains until the day that you're reunited with those that you have lost.
The room began to get brighter and once again the group was visited by the spirits of those who were lost. Draco stood with Cheyan by his side with smiles on their faces as they hoped that they would be free at last to cross over. Their final gift to the two who had refused to lose hope of bringing them back, Draco played a song for the entire room to hear and find comfort in. Although the song seemed dark and menacing in the beginning, if listened closely to the words, you would understand that it was the ode to let go and live again....
I Miss You
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
the shadow in the background of the morgue
the unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
we can live like Jack and Sally if we want
where you can always find me
we'll have Halloween on Christmas
and in the night we'll wish this never ends
we'll wish this never ends
(I miss you, miss you)
(I miss you, miss you)
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
this sick strange darkness
comes creeping on so haunting every time
and as I stared I counted
webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight
Don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)
don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)
don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)
don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)
(I miss you, miss you)
(I miss you, miss you)
(I miss you, miss you)
(I miss you, miss you)
As the music began to fade away, Hermione knew that he would always be that voice in her head to guide her through her hard times. But only time would tell if she would ever really be able to let him go...............
Author's Note....this story is now complete except for the epilogue and the decision as to whether or not to do a sequel....thank you to my new reader...angelserpent, blood red, tyska and anyone else that I forgot but love dearly....I believe that I will continue the story in a sequel but as i write the epilogue please give your opinion as to whether or not to do one and what you think should happen.........