Wow…I never thought I'd be writing a sequel to a songfic! But, as has requested more (thanx for the review, BTW!!) I've decided to turn my original measly one-shot into a series of songfics, each on a different subject (though this one here happens to follow the same vein as the last one). Seriously, I have a page full of songfic ideas now…true, it's wide-ruled paper, but that's what you buy when you don't see the big white words WIDE RULED on the front of the notebook – heck, it's all lined paper to me…
Harry strolled through the quiet park with a leisurely pace, pulling his jacket collar higher around his neck. He smiled fondly at an old, weather-darkened wooden bench as he passed it. He and Ginny used to sit there, together.
There are places I remember all my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone, and some remain…
He sat on the bench (for old time's sake), and gazed out at the park's small pond, which was clear and smooth in the winter sunlight. He laughed silently to himself as he remembered how Ron threw him in there once after his own wedding – it had been hard to tell who had the most fun.
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I loved them all
Ah, the wedding – it had been glorious. Ginny, standing at the foot of the altar, in her dress that looked like it was made from layer upon layer of lace…come to think of it, it probably had been. Molly Weasley had always been fond of her little girl. Harry had loved her, too.
But of all these friends and lovers,
There is no one who compares with you
And these mem'ries lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Harry pulled out his wallet and grinned at Ginny's picture he had carefully tucked in it. It had been taken some years after their marriage, but she still smiled joyfully and waved at him like she had always done, her thick orange hair waving around her shoulders. She had passed away two years ago, two years ago to the day Harry was now sitting in the park, thinking the good times, preferring a cane to a wand. Ginny, in her passing, had followed a long line of friends and family – Molly, Arthur, Dumbledore, Lupin, Sirus, Mad-Eye Moody, Harry's dog (named Snuffles, he remembered warmly)…but there had been times to be happy too, like Ron and Hermione's wedding (Ron managing to get severely drunk with Harry the night before. Harry still swore that he only did it to keep Ron company and help relieve his friend's jitters, which were rather considerable in size), Harry's position of top Auror in the Ministry, the day his first child was born…Harry relived them all in that moment, replaying old scenes and emotions inside his head.
Though I know I'll never lose affection for people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I loved you more…
Harry felt it wouldn't be long until he saw Ginny again. He was old; he had witnessed enough in his life to be thankful and sorrowful many times over. He had loved the good times and hated the dark moments, but in the end, he would go home…
…In my life, I loved you more.
My Ginevra.
Oh, dear…I'm getting emotional… sobs not really, but still, I think that was good… looks hopefully at potential reviewers . Anyhoo, for those of you who couldn't tell where the song came from, it was sung by…The Beatles cheers , singing In My Life on their album…lesse…Rubber Soul? (forgive me if I'm wrong, I did this all from memory :-). Please don't think I'm an old fogey, they're tight…and be warned, if you diss the Beatles in the review section, Jo will come after you. Matter of fact, I will come after you (note: do not take me literally. I will simply voice my regrets in my next author's note. You have been warned :-). But if you prefer other music, here are some hopeful artists I have in mind to make songfics out of…
Johnny Lang,
Linkin Park,
The White Stripes,
Los Lonely Boys,
Peter Cincotti,
Chicago,
Queen,
Crosby, Stills, and Nash,
Simon and Garfunkle giggles (sorry, the last name always gets me)… giggles again
Cat Stevens (or Yassur Islam, whatever his name is now…shoot, I just read it in the paper, I can't remember…my friend just said I have the memory of a goldfish…where the heck did that come from, Jo? Oh, a snake ate your goldfish…I…erm…see… gives her a strange look ),
And possibly Jason Mraz. And if any of ya'll out there have lyrical suggestions, email me. I never get out and buy CDs, my friends buy them for me :-) they're all so nice :-) :-)