A/N: hey, sorry I took so long but I've been so busy. I know this is really short but after this chapter things really start to move, the next chapter will be mainly Harry's funeral and then a conversation between Gin and Mione which will lead to a major revelation, but you only get the next chapter if I get the reviews to prove that you are reading, sure I have a hit counter telling me how many people open my story, but that's all it tells me, you have to tell me the rest! So Please review.

The next morning when I woke up I found a piece of parchment next to my bed, on it was the passage:

When you walk through a storm
Keep your chin up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At he end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown.

Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone.

I recognised the hand immediately, it was Harry's, but it had not been there when I went to sleep, nor had I seen it before. I drew only one conclusion, it had materialised as I slept. The words were not his, but they meant so much, I didn't recognise them, but I knew the person who would.

After breakfast, which I ate with the whole family today, I sought out Hermione. I found her in the garden a huge leather-bound book on her lap, she was completely immersed in her book and so I sat beside her; waiting for her to finish. It took her close on ten minutes to notice my presence; finally she looked across at me, one eyebrow arched.

"Mione, I was wondering if you recognised this?" I handed her the piece of paper.

"It's a song from a muggle musical, the song is called 'You'll Never Walk Alone' and it's from the musical "Carousel'. Why were you asking?" she asked somewhat puzzled.

"I found it next to my bed this morning, it must have appeared while I slept, there's no other explanation, and Harry wrote it as you can see."

"It is strange, but I guess he is staying close by you in spirit, why would he be doing such a thing? I know he loved you and always will, but why is his spirit still so close to yours?"

"I don't know, he walks in my dreams, yesterday as I slept, he told me I had to get out of bed, that I never knew what would happen, and I had to live life while I could. There was something he wasn't telling me, but he swore he could not tell me; he said it wasn't his place."

"Well, whatever it is that he isn't telling you has to be the reason he stays so close. I'll look up some books on protective spirits…" she began muttering at this point and wandered off presumably headed for the library at the ministry (being staff she could use it whenever she wished).

After that I didn't give any thought to our conversation, I knew that Hermione would tell me it she found a reason, but I don't like to dwell on things, it made no sense to put life on hold to work out what is going to happen, it made more sense to just live and let whatever is coming come.

Two days later I went to Hermione again, this time with a different aim; shopping! Once again she was in the garden with the same book on her lap, this time I didn't wait for her to notice me.

"Hey, Mione?"

"What?"

"Can you come with me into town?"

"I guess, why?"

"I want to get that song that Harry wrote down for me, I just want to know how it sounds."

"Sure, hang on I'll just get my handbag." With that she got up and went inside, I followed her and got my bag as well.

I found mum in the kitchen and told her where we were going, she told us just to be home in time for dinner, I promised her that we would be. The walk into town from the burrow takes around twenty minutes, and is generally a pleasant stroll, I always liked walking down with mum when I was little and I enjoyed days there in the summer before my third year, but when the war began I was no longer allowed to spend my summers in so carefree a manner.

We reached the town and headed to the music store, it's this tiny little store that is crammed full of every possible title known. Hermione and I headed to the counter, the guy there payed no attention to us as he flicked through a muggle magazine.

"Excuse me? Hi, I'm looking for the soundtrack to a musical, um, Carousel?" I asked.

"Soundtracks, right over there, on the far wall." He replied gesturing to the far wall without looking up from his magazine.

Hermione lead the way to the soundtracks. We took ages flicking through all of the soundtracks before we finally found it; we bought it and left the store. Looking at the time we had to hurry to get home before dinner.

When I went downstairs for breakfast the next morning, mum told me that Harry's funeral and wake would be held in two days time, she was allowing me to chose all of the music and organise someone to deliver the eulogy. I was both glad and upset to do the task; glad because it gave me something to do, sad because no girl wants to bury the man she loves.

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