Prologue
What a wonderful world
Author notes:
I haven't been allowed to upload for, like, ages, because "my account had been submitted to recent infraction". Hmph.
Did you hear- Evanna Lynch has been cast for Luna?
Lyrics- not mine, belonging to Louis Armstrong. Characters- not mine, belonging to J.K.Rowling.
28th July, 1977
The sun rose gently above a small English village in the town of Camberley. The many inhabitants of this particular town were still asleep on this fine morning, but one, a sixteen-year-old girl, was not.
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
As the first sunbeams spread through the rose-pink sky, the girl threw open her windows of her bedroom in the Evans' house, basking in the warm summer glow. She laid her hands on the sill and breathed deeply.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
A casual observer would have noticed that the girl was clothed in nothing, save for a simple checked nightgown under a white flannel dressing-gown. She threw back her Alice-blonde hair (which just happened to be fashionably bobbed) and the sunrise sparkled in her dark-brown eyes. An odd combination, blonde hair and brown eyes. But then again, one which made her so attractive to the local lads. Petunia Evans (for that was her name) would have none of them. She was devoted to her family and interests.
The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"
Petunia just stood there for a while, letting the morning beauty wash over her like the tide. It really was amazing, just being at peace with the world, in those precious few hours before the world shook itself from its slumber and made to perform its daily duties.
I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Petunia watched in awe as the sun, benevolent figure that it was, strengthened itself and woke the world as it did so each and every morning. "Yes," she thought to herself, "it really is a wonderful world."
