Disclaimer for chapter two: I do not own the song. The song is The Way You Look At Me, sung by Filipino artist Christian Bautista.

A/N: This is not a songfic. But there will be another chapter where she sings a song or maybe it will be a songfic-chappie.


The tears had slowed their flow down her cheeks. She had changed into the dress Hermione had given her in their room as a welcome-home present: a gorgeous, white silk dress with an intricate, white lace design all over it. It had a low-cut V-neck; the sleeves crescendo in size when it reached the elbow. Hermione had pulled Ally's hair out of its ponytail, setting her chest-length, curly black hair free. Her curls set themselves perfectly on her shoulders, and Hermione was happy with the outcome. 'Now go and make Harry feel horrible about letting you go,' she had said with a smile and hug.

But Ally didn't want to see Harry. She couldn't bear the pain again. Instead she decided to explore the fine burrow. Hermione agreed and let Ally borrow her white not-quite-stilettos (they were only two-and-a-half inches off the ground).

Ally crept quietly down the stairs. She didn't want to go outside on the balcony because she figured Harry was still there. She didn't want to go downstairs with the rest of the family because undoubtedly they had heard what happened and would do everything in their power to soothe her. But she didn't want to be soothed. She didn't want to be pitied. She just wanted to be alone. Continuing down the stairs, she noticed a door held ajar. Through the large crack, Ally saw what seemed to be the leg of a piano.

Curiosity clung to her. She tiptoed inside, and to her amazement, there was a large black piano in seemingly perfect condition. She stepped closer. It looked as though it hadn't been used in a while. She bit her lip. Is it safe to try? Ally asked herself. She aised her hand and gave it a jerk-ish wave while saying, "Squalidine Dissapatium." To her astonishment, the dust had lifted and was now floating through an open window. "It worked," she whispered excitedly.

Ally was now standing in front of the now shiny grand piano. She ran her fingers along the black and white keys, absorbing the emotion that she knew it could create. She looked around. No one was looking, and she felt quite sure that no one would mind her playing it for a while. I mean, it's just a piano. What harm could it possibly cause? she thought.

She sat down on the long chair and let her feet feel for the pedals; she found them. Soon, her fingers started playing a very familiar tune to her, and the words of the song came into mind...then Harry came into mind. But that just made her want to sing the song more.

"No one ever saw me like you do.
All the things that I could add up to.
I never knew just what a smile was worth,
But your eyes see everything
Without a single word...
'Cause there's somethin' in the way
You look at me.
It's as if my heart knows
You're the missing piece.
You make me believe that there's nothing
In this world I can't be.
I never know just what you see,
But there's something in the way you look at me..."

As she was singing, the sound rang throughout all of the Weasely home. In the kichen, Arthur, Molly, Percy, Bill, and Charlie were talking about the Ministry of Magic when her voice reached them. ("Now who could that be?" Arthur asked. "What a delight!" Molly squealed. "Cool sound," Bill said. "Yeah," Charlie agreed. "Quite beautiful," Percy observed.) In Ally's room, Hermione smiled. She found it, she thought merrily. In the attic, Ron, Fred, and George were busy talking about the most recent Quidditch game. ("Whoa..." they all said together. "Someone sounds depressed," George commented. "A little too depressed," agreed Fred.) Ginny, Draco and Penelope were in the living room, discussing the whole Harry and Ally situation. ("Bet you that's Ally," Ginny said with a smile. "She sounds pretty happy considering she'd just been dumped by Potter," Draco muttered. Penelope hit his chest in aggravation.) Outside on the balcony, Harry was sitting and looking up at the sky...just as he had been when he'd told Ally about Sirius. It felt as though a blow to the heart when he heard her voice sing. It's been so long, Harry thought, tears welling in his eyes.

"If could freeze a moment in my mind,
It'll be the second that you touch your lips to mine.
I'd like to stop the clock,
Make time stand still.
'Cause, baby, this is just the way
I always wanna feel...
'Cause there's somethin' in the way
You look at me.
It's as if my heart knows
You're the missing piece.
You make me believe that there's nothing
In this world I can't be.
I never know just what you see,
But there's something in the way you look at me..."

Something behind her was beginning to materialize, but she didn't notice. It started taking shape...as though it were a man...a very thin man...

"I don't know how or why
I feel different in your eyes.
All I know, is it happens every time...
'Cause there's somethin' in the way
You look at me.
It's as if my heart knows
You're the missing piece.
You make me believe that there's nothing
In this world I can't be.
I never know just what you see,
But there's something in the way you look at me..."

The song began to draw to its end, and so did the man materializing behind her. He walked quietly toward her, a smile on his once handsome face.

"The way you look at me..."

She played the last chord, but left her fingers on the keys, absorbing the emotion again.

"You're good at that, you know," said the man.

Ally turned around and was face to face with the man she had met in her dream, in her coma... "Sirius?" she asked, her heart beating against her ribs.

"...In...the...flesh," he answered, relishing those words.