You bring me joy
When I'm down
Oh, so much joy
When I lose my way your love comes smiling on me
I saw your face
And then I knew
We would be friends
I was so afraid but your arms, they'd say `come to me'
So I'd say to you
"Can we talk for a while?"
You'd say "alright"
When you love me, I smile
I feel you hands and you feel mine
You bring me joy
You bring me joy
Don't go too far away
If I can't see your face, I will remember that smile
But can this be right
Or should we be friends
I get lonely sometimes and I'm mixed up again
'Cause you're the finest thing I've seen in all my life
You bring me joy
My joy, my joy
I believe this is gonna be what you want it to be
I just love you, I just love you, can`t you see
That you're the best I've seen in all my life
You bring me joy
My joy . . . you're my joy
My joy . . . my, my joy
Thank you, thank you
I just love you
When I lose my way, your love comes smiling on me
It is 6 years after the final battle. Voldemort was finally defeated and the wizarding world was safe. For now. Unfortunatly, many people where lost in the huge battle. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Lupin, Moody, Tonks, and many other brave witches and wizards. But the infamous trio made it away with thier lives.
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Hermione/Meygan
"Wow, the sunset looks great today." Hermione sighed looking out her window.
"Yes it does." Her husband, Nickolas, answered. "It's nice to see you have finally started to appreciate the beautiful things in the world." He draped his arms around her.
Hermione sighed once again. She turned her head and looked at the person staring back. It wasn't her. It wasn't the same Hermione Granger. It was Meygan O'Hara. With red hair and blue eyes. Freckles covering her body. Not the old Hermione. Not the Hermione with the light brown hair and the honey eyes.
You see. After the final battle, the Ministry decided to disguise the five to make them look different. So they do not get into more trouble. Oh, I forgot to mention, the fourth, is Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom. But we will talk about them later.
"Mey, what is wrong?" Nickolas turned Hermione to face him.
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking."
"What about?"
"Some friends from school. I miss them greatly."
"Why don't you go visite them?" Hermione wanted too. She would be with them forever if she could. But, they where not allowed to. Hermione did not know their new names, what they looked like now. They where even given new voices. Maybe if Harry kept his scare, but no. When he defeated Voldemort it just simple dissappeared. The famous scare, gone. Hermione began to cry and ran out of the room and locked herself in the bathroom.
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Ron/Sean
"I told you I needed this place cleaned up! Don't you listen to a word I say?" Heath, Ron's roomate/boyfriend yelled at him.
"I don't give a shit. You clean. I am not in no fucking mood." Ron shifted in his arm chair. He had a small shirt on that showed his stomach, broken sneakers and a bear in each hand. Ron Weasley was no more. Nope. There was only Sean Hartcore. Blonde hair and green eyes. No more freckles. Creamy skin and extremely built.
Ron unfortunatly had not come back to reality. Over the 6 years he became an alchoholic and almost died of an over-dose one day. All he thinks about is Hermione and Harry. Harry, Harry and Harry. Ron and Harry fell in love. On Harry's 17th birthday. They don't remember how or why, but just one day, it just happened. It was all great until their final year in Hogwarts. Then the final battle which caused them both to go their seperate ways.
"You're never in a good mood, Sean. You're a piece of shit! I fucking hate you. You never pay the rent, you have no job, and you haven't gotten off that chair in 4 days. I don't know how I even loved you." Heath ran into his room and packed a suitcase. He threw it at Ron and told him, "Get the fuck out of here."
When the suitcase hit Ron it knocked his beer over.
"What the fuck is the matter with you! Spilled my fucking beer you asshole." Ron grabbed new clothes and changed.
"I'm fucking leaving!" He grabbed the suitcase and slammed the door behind him. He had forgotten it was winter and walked out in the snow with broken shoes and no jacket.
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Harry/Carl
Harry had not done well for himself either. He lived in a tiny apartment above a liquor store. There were fights every night. An occational gun shot here and there. Harry, wanted total isolation. Not even to be in a nice neighborhood, a quite neighborhood, a SAFE neighborhood. Sometimes Harry hoped a stray bullet would come through his window as he slept at night.
"Bitch I told you to have my money!" *Smack* A hooker started screaming.
"Bastard!! I told you tomorrow! Bloody hell!" The hooker started to run in her heals. She had bloddy in her mouth and was screaming. Harry watched from his widow and thought, "Good Bye Marla." That was the name of the hooker.
*Bang, bang* The guy shot her in the middle of the street. His men picked her dead body from the floor and threw it in the back of a van. Harry watched in silence. The van began to sway back and forth. Harry closed his shades and walked over his dresser. Ron, Ron, and Ron. That's who he thought about. The same story there of course. He had fallen in love. Screw that Cho. He hated her after she betrayed him in their final year. He needed her to be at his side in the fight against Voldemort. She said yes but when she found out Harry was going out with Ron she hexed Harry and ran away like a chicken.
"The whore just wanted to shag! Bitch!" Harry yelled aloud. He had no pictures of any of his friends from Hogwarts. Only the faces he remembers brought him joy. The faces of 11 year old Ron, and 11 year old Hermione right up until their final year. The faces of 18 year old Ron and 18 year old Hermione.
Harry had become as bad as Ron. Only he sold his body. 5 times a week he would bring a man home and fuck. His motto had become DFDD (Different Fuck, Different Day). Sometimes that made Harry sick. When he did not bring a man home he would vomit for an hour in his mold and cocaroach infested toilet. That was Carl Midus who took over. CARL was tall and lean. He had very light brown hair up to his ears and did not wear glasses. His eyes where no longer the intellegent green, but shit brown. Harry was never Harry again. He had forgotten that name at times. Who is Harry? He would think when that name just popped into his head. Bloody hell, that's me.
There was a knock at the door. Harry went to open it when a young handsome man came in and smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back and let the young man past. As he closed the door, Harry made a disgusted sigh and closed the door, locking it.
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Draco/Phil
Oh, noooooo. Draco, even after his transformation, has to have everything going his way. Mansion, 3 cars, lots of money, butlers and maids and all the glorious stuff that a man could ever want. Especially all the women he wanted. WOMEN! Yuck. He did not favor women after the 29th fuck with a blonde from Sweden. Philip 'Phil' Magus. Maker of the wizarding worlds newest hotel resorts. All around the world.
Draco, at first, was infuriated about having to change his 'devishly handsome' appearance. But, he got even more attention with his long dark brown hair and green eyes with silever lining. Draco had it all still. The power, the money, but just as the others, he had lost his mind.
Draco devolped schizophrenia. Time to time he believes he is a leprachaun.
"Oy! The rainbow. Me pot o' gold lies yonder. Me clover, me clover! *speaks gaylic* I need to ride up dere on me clover!"
Draco was not happy. Nope, not at all. Different girl, different guy. Money up to his knees, good food, nice home. He wasn't happy. Of course not. Draco Malfoy needed more. More and more and more. What else could he want I mean he has it all. I am even jealous now and I am the author, I mean really I ...
"Damn it women! Just tell them that I need someone to love already!"
Oh, right. Love. Draco Malfoy, the cold hearted Draco Malfoy, the cheater Draco Malfoy, the sly and slick Draco Malfoy, the ...
"Oh stop already!"
Sorry, DRACO MALFOY! Ahem, ahem. As I was saying. Draco needed someone to love. It wasn't enough to just have the most beautiful girls and guys in his bed at night. He needed to know true loves pleasure and how it feels to be held rather than to kiss up to try to take his money. (Oh no of course, Draco Malfoy cannot share his money!)
"Damn it you gave me a bloody metal condition! Chill you damn YANK!"
Damn, touchy. Anyhoo. Little did anyone know, Draco had fallen in love. In love with someone he never thought possible. 8 years ago. In his 5th year at Hogwarts. He fell in love with a boy. The cutest boy. The tallest boy, the most built boy. But that boy fell in love with someone else. And it wasn't fair. Everyday that Draco saw them walk together side by side, he knew. He was angry that he didn't move first. Now he is gone. And there is no way to find him. Not with his new face, and voice. His was the face that he remembered that brought him joy, even if in school it seemed that he hated his guts.
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Neville/Brian
Neville hated the fact that he had to change who he is. His whole way of life. That he had to leave his grandmother. And his mother and father still in the hospital. He hoped that when Voldemort died that the spell on him mum and dad would be lifted. But it doesn't work that way. Neville still hopes.
Neville is doing quite well. He made lots of friends. He works at a travel agency and made a good wager. He lived in a cute apartment. He had the jolliest personality and very social. Brian Cummings. Everyones best friend. Neville had a girlfriend named Carmilla that he was planning to propose too. They had been together for 3 years. They haven't even faught yet. Neville himself was amazed at how normal his life was. But of course he wondered about the others.
In the final battle, Neville had realized he also had the power to defeat Voldemort. Harry alone could not do it. So Neville had to be changed into someone else. He now had red hair, like Ron's a bit, and he had it in a buzz cut. His eyes where dark brown, almost black. He was trying to get in shape so he loved to go to the gym on sundays and jog Saturday mornings with Carmilla. (Now I am jealous of Neville. What a nice life.)
"Millie!"
"Yeah, love?"
"I am hungry want to go out to eat?"
"Why, Brian ... " Her calling him Brian made his twitch, inside he was screaming, "IT'S NEVILLE!" as well as, "SHE IS THE FUTURE NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM BUT WILL NEVER KNOW IT! NOT MRS. BRIAN CUMMINGS!!"
"That sounds lovely, Brian. Let me get my purse." Carmilla went into the livingroom and grabbed her small black purse that Neville brought her.
"Let's go." she kissed him on the lips and smiled and went throught the door.
When Neville was outside they walked together arm to arm. Neville bumped into a women and her husband and knocked the pagae out of thier hands.
"Oh sorry. So sorry. Let me help." Neville began to pick up the package. He looked at the young women. She had red hair and blue eyes with freckles covering her whole face. He smiled at the women, she smiled back.
"Thank you." She said and walked away. As did he. And the two didn't know that they had just seen eachother for the millionth time. Neville and Hermione had no idea they lived right next door from eachother.
When I'm down
Oh, so much joy
When I lose my way your love comes smiling on me
I saw your face
And then I knew
We would be friends
I was so afraid but your arms, they'd say `come to me'
So I'd say to you
"Can we talk for a while?"
You'd say "alright"
When you love me, I smile
I feel you hands and you feel mine
You bring me joy
You bring me joy
Don't go too far away
If I can't see your face, I will remember that smile
But can this be right
Or should we be friends
I get lonely sometimes and I'm mixed up again
'Cause you're the finest thing I've seen in all my life
You bring me joy
My joy, my joy
I believe this is gonna be what you want it to be
I just love you, I just love you, can`t you see
That you're the best I've seen in all my life
You bring me joy
My joy . . . you're my joy
My joy . . . my, my joy
Thank you, thank you
I just love you
When I lose my way, your love comes smiling on me
It is 6 years after the final battle. Voldemort was finally defeated and the wizarding world was safe. For now. Unfortunatly, many people where lost in the huge battle. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Lupin, Moody, Tonks, and many other brave witches and wizards. But the infamous trio made it away with thier lives.
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Hermione/Meygan
"Wow, the sunset looks great today." Hermione sighed looking out her window.
"Yes it does." Her husband, Nickolas, answered. "It's nice to see you have finally started to appreciate the beautiful things in the world." He draped his arms around her.
Hermione sighed once again. She turned her head and looked at the person staring back. It wasn't her. It wasn't the same Hermione Granger. It was Meygan O'Hara. With red hair and blue eyes. Freckles covering her body. Not the old Hermione. Not the Hermione with the light brown hair and the honey eyes.
You see. After the final battle, the Ministry decided to disguise the five to make them look different. So they do not get into more trouble. Oh, I forgot to mention, the fourth, is Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom. But we will talk about them later.
"Mey, what is wrong?" Nickolas turned Hermione to face him.
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking."
"What about?"
"Some friends from school. I miss them greatly."
"Why don't you go visite them?" Hermione wanted too. She would be with them forever if she could. But, they where not allowed to. Hermione did not know their new names, what they looked like now. They where even given new voices. Maybe if Harry kept his scare, but no. When he defeated Voldemort it just simple dissappeared. The famous scare, gone. Hermione began to cry and ran out of the room and locked herself in the bathroom.
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Ron/Sean
"I told you I needed this place cleaned up! Don't you listen to a word I say?" Heath, Ron's roomate/boyfriend yelled at him.
"I don't give a shit. You clean. I am not in no fucking mood." Ron shifted in his arm chair. He had a small shirt on that showed his stomach, broken sneakers and a bear in each hand. Ron Weasley was no more. Nope. There was only Sean Hartcore. Blonde hair and green eyes. No more freckles. Creamy skin and extremely built.
Ron unfortunatly had not come back to reality. Over the 6 years he became an alchoholic and almost died of an over-dose one day. All he thinks about is Hermione and Harry. Harry, Harry and Harry. Ron and Harry fell in love. On Harry's 17th birthday. They don't remember how or why, but just one day, it just happened. It was all great until their final year in Hogwarts. Then the final battle which caused them both to go their seperate ways.
"You're never in a good mood, Sean. You're a piece of shit! I fucking hate you. You never pay the rent, you have no job, and you haven't gotten off that chair in 4 days. I don't know how I even loved you." Heath ran into his room and packed a suitcase. He threw it at Ron and told him, "Get the fuck out of here."
When the suitcase hit Ron it knocked his beer over.
"What the fuck is the matter with you! Spilled my fucking beer you asshole." Ron grabbed new clothes and changed.
"I'm fucking leaving!" He grabbed the suitcase and slammed the door behind him. He had forgotten it was winter and walked out in the snow with broken shoes and no jacket.
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Harry/Carl
Harry had not done well for himself either. He lived in a tiny apartment above a liquor store. There were fights every night. An occational gun shot here and there. Harry, wanted total isolation. Not even to be in a nice neighborhood, a quite neighborhood, a SAFE neighborhood. Sometimes Harry hoped a stray bullet would come through his window as he slept at night.
"Bitch I told you to have my money!" *Smack* A hooker started screaming.
"Bastard!! I told you tomorrow! Bloody hell!" The hooker started to run in her heals. She had bloddy in her mouth and was screaming. Harry watched from his widow and thought, "Good Bye Marla." That was the name of the hooker.
*Bang, bang* The guy shot her in the middle of the street. His men picked her dead body from the floor and threw it in the back of a van. Harry watched in silence. The van began to sway back and forth. Harry closed his shades and walked over his dresser. Ron, Ron, and Ron. That's who he thought about. The same story there of course. He had fallen in love. Screw that Cho. He hated her after she betrayed him in their final year. He needed her to be at his side in the fight against Voldemort. She said yes but when she found out Harry was going out with Ron she hexed Harry and ran away like a chicken.
"The whore just wanted to shag! Bitch!" Harry yelled aloud. He had no pictures of any of his friends from Hogwarts. Only the faces he remembers brought him joy. The faces of 11 year old Ron, and 11 year old Hermione right up until their final year. The faces of 18 year old Ron and 18 year old Hermione.
Harry had become as bad as Ron. Only he sold his body. 5 times a week he would bring a man home and fuck. His motto had become DFDD (Different Fuck, Different Day). Sometimes that made Harry sick. When he did not bring a man home he would vomit for an hour in his mold and cocaroach infested toilet. That was Carl Midus who took over. CARL was tall and lean. He had very light brown hair up to his ears and did not wear glasses. His eyes where no longer the intellegent green, but shit brown. Harry was never Harry again. He had forgotten that name at times. Who is Harry? He would think when that name just popped into his head. Bloody hell, that's me.
There was a knock at the door. Harry went to open it when a young handsome man came in and smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back and let the young man past. As he closed the door, Harry made a disgusted sigh and closed the door, locking it.
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Draco/Phil
Oh, noooooo. Draco, even after his transformation, has to have everything going his way. Mansion, 3 cars, lots of money, butlers and maids and all the glorious stuff that a man could ever want. Especially all the women he wanted. WOMEN! Yuck. He did not favor women after the 29th fuck with a blonde from Sweden. Philip 'Phil' Magus. Maker of the wizarding worlds newest hotel resorts. All around the world.
Draco, at first, was infuriated about having to change his 'devishly handsome' appearance. But, he got even more attention with his long dark brown hair and green eyes with silever lining. Draco had it all still. The power, the money, but just as the others, he had lost his mind.
Draco devolped schizophrenia. Time to time he believes he is a leprachaun.
"Oy! The rainbow. Me pot o' gold lies yonder. Me clover, me clover! *speaks gaylic* I need to ride up dere on me clover!"
Draco was not happy. Nope, not at all. Different girl, different guy. Money up to his knees, good food, nice home. He wasn't happy. Of course not. Draco Malfoy needed more. More and more and more. What else could he want I mean he has it all. I am even jealous now and I am the author, I mean really I ...
"Damn it women! Just tell them that I need someone to love already!"
Oh, right. Love. Draco Malfoy, the cold hearted Draco Malfoy, the cheater Draco Malfoy, the sly and slick Draco Malfoy, the ...
"Oh stop already!"
Sorry, DRACO MALFOY! Ahem, ahem. As I was saying. Draco needed someone to love. It wasn't enough to just have the most beautiful girls and guys in his bed at night. He needed to know true loves pleasure and how it feels to be held rather than to kiss up to try to take his money. (Oh no of course, Draco Malfoy cannot share his money!)
"Damn it you gave me a bloody metal condition! Chill you damn YANK!"
Damn, touchy. Anyhoo. Little did anyone know, Draco had fallen in love. In love with someone he never thought possible. 8 years ago. In his 5th year at Hogwarts. He fell in love with a boy. The cutest boy. The tallest boy, the most built boy. But that boy fell in love with someone else. And it wasn't fair. Everyday that Draco saw them walk together side by side, he knew. He was angry that he didn't move first. Now he is gone. And there is no way to find him. Not with his new face, and voice. His was the face that he remembered that brought him joy, even if in school it seemed that he hated his guts.
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Neville/Brian
Neville hated the fact that he had to change who he is. His whole way of life. That he had to leave his grandmother. And his mother and father still in the hospital. He hoped that when Voldemort died that the spell on him mum and dad would be lifted. But it doesn't work that way. Neville still hopes.
Neville is doing quite well. He made lots of friends. He works at a travel agency and made a good wager. He lived in a cute apartment. He had the jolliest personality and very social. Brian Cummings. Everyones best friend. Neville had a girlfriend named Carmilla that he was planning to propose too. They had been together for 3 years. They haven't even faught yet. Neville himself was amazed at how normal his life was. But of course he wondered about the others.
In the final battle, Neville had realized he also had the power to defeat Voldemort. Harry alone could not do it. So Neville had to be changed into someone else. He now had red hair, like Ron's a bit, and he had it in a buzz cut. His eyes where dark brown, almost black. He was trying to get in shape so he loved to go to the gym on sundays and jog Saturday mornings with Carmilla. (Now I am jealous of Neville. What a nice life.)
"Millie!"
"Yeah, love?"
"I am hungry want to go out to eat?"
"Why, Brian ... " Her calling him Brian made his twitch, inside he was screaming, "IT'S NEVILLE!" as well as, "SHE IS THE FUTURE NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM BUT WILL NEVER KNOW IT! NOT MRS. BRIAN CUMMINGS!!"
"That sounds lovely, Brian. Let me get my purse." Carmilla went into the livingroom and grabbed her small black purse that Neville brought her.
"Let's go." she kissed him on the lips and smiled and went throught the door.
When Neville was outside they walked together arm to arm. Neville bumped into a women and her husband and knocked the pagae out of thier hands.
"Oh sorry. So sorry. Let me help." Neville began to pick up the package. He looked at the young women. She had red hair and blue eyes with freckles covering her whole face. He smiled at the women, she smiled back.
"Thank you." She said and walked away. As did he. And the two didn't know that they had just seen eachother for the millionth time. Neville and Hermione had no idea they lived right next door from eachother.