Beautiful Day

Anything Could Happen, Harry Potter Drabbles

448 Words


A/N: I would just like to remind everyone that this is not a novel, a story… or anything like that! All these stories are just small drabbles that randomly come to me. They are not related in anyway. Thank you.

All disclaimers apply. The song, "Beautiful Day" does not belong to me; all the credit goes to the band, U2 and Paul Hewson for the most wonderful song on Earth. XD


The heart is a bloom, shoots up through the stony ground
But there's no room, no space to rent in this town
You're out of luck and the reason that you had to care,
The traffic is stuck and you're not moving anywhere.
You thought you'd found a friend to take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand in return for grace

It's a beautiful day
The sky falls and you feel like it's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away

You're on the road but you've got no destination
You're in the mud, in the maze of her imagination
You love this town even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over and it's been all over you

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
it's a beautiful day…

It was a beautiful day, a true mesmerizing day. The sun, the sky… all shining. Taking in the glorious scent of the roses – the plump, red roses – wandered a petite redhead girl. The
small, freckled teenager settled down near the red roses, glancing around with a hard, blazing expression as if she was basking in the beauty.

For young Mr. Harry Potter, this was the sight of perfection. The woman he adored, surrounded by a gorgeous day. However, he did not want her company today. How could he ruin
her innocent – her carefree – happiness? Who gave him the right? Certainly not Ginny Weasley… his ex-girlfriend. It had been all Harry's fault, his nobility, his morals, his values. Thinking back, he seemed rather selfish, not allowing Ginny to make her own decision.

But he worried. He cared. How could he put Ginny in danger? It just didn't work that way.

But what about Ron? Hermione? Isn't that the same? No… They were different, completely different, Harry argued with himself. But, even Harry Potter himself knew he couldn't convince himself of that one. He wanted to protect Ron and Hermione as well. Why should they be endangered because of his conflicts?

Sighing, the seventeen-year-old turned to return to the Burrow to assist with wedding preparations. He had promised he would help after all. However, as the teenage boy turned to leave, a voice called… a voice that sent a familiar chill down his spine. Turning around in a sort of a pivot, he saw Ginny with a smile on her face, now standing.

"Harry? What are you doing here?" asked the feisty redhead, her lips curling into a smirk. "Trying to run from Bill and Fleur, are you? Or is it Ron and Hermione? I swear, those two–"

As Ginny continued rambling on, her brown eyes dancing, Harry couldn't help but grin. She smiled in return causing Harry to notice the crease in her forehead. The boy wondered whether or not knew of the visible crease when she smiled or laughed, or if she noticed how her nose wrinkled when she was angry. It was small things such as these that Harry fell even more in love with her. Harry couldn't help but adore every little thing about her.

Hands now on her hips, Ginny said (in a very Hermione-ish way, mind you), "Have you been listening to a single thing I've said Harry Potter?"

Grinning once more (and probably like a fool), Harry felt not a single worry in mind as he gestured for Ginny to follow him back up to the Burrow… Voldemort, Snape, nor any Death Eater could aggravate him today for it was… a beautiful day.