A/N: Ok so don't blame me for this, I know it's not practically good, but it's the best I can do, because I'm not a writer. This was a dare. The song is Time is a Healer, and I'm not to sure who wrote it, but Eva Cassidy sang it.

Please don't be put off by this authors note and tell me what you think. R&R!

Disclaimer: It would be an honor, but, lets face it, it will never happen.


Time is a Healer

17-year-old Lily Evans walked slowly up the stairs to her private Head's dormitory and sat on the floor next to her bed. She hesitated, and then pulled a small photo out from under her bed.

I found a picture of your smiling face
Bringing old memories that I had locked away

The picture had been unlooked at for two years. Until now she couldn't bring herself to look at it. She hated him, or at least tried as hard as possible to make that the case. Everything was too hard for her. But now she wanted to change.

The burden of anger from a heart filled with pain
Was finally lifted and I smile at you again

Maybe I can forget about all the times he has hurt me. He seemed to have matured. He stopped pulling pranks on innocent first years; he hasn't asked me out since last year. Maybe I can forgive him.

If time is a healer
Then all hearts that break
Are put back together again
Cause love heals the wound it makes

Every time he asked me out, all I wanted to do was say yes. But he was only joking, right? I mean he only wants me because I'm the only girl he can't have. But he is very cute. WHAT! Did I just think that?

I spoke such harsh words before goodbye
Well I wanted to hurt you for the tears you made

I never did give him a chance, though. Not even after we became Head's and he just wanted to call a truce. I wouldn't let him. Why?

You made me cry

And every time he asked me out, I would just come up here and cry and not even think that his heart might be breaking after me calling him a prat or a toe rag or something.

But now I know.

All my hopes and dreams, well they started vanishing
Those tender hurt feelings became a dangerous thing

Now I know what I do to him. Yet, somehow, I still haven't managed to tell him how I feel. I still haven't told him that I'm in love with him. I am too scared. Scared of emitting to myself that I was wrong. For the first time in my life I was wrong, and it hit me hard. But now…

If time is a healer
Then all hearts that break
Are put back together again
Cause love heals the wound it makes

17-year-old Lily Evans with amazing emerald green, almond shaped eyes and shinning curly, red hair, ran down the steps from her own private Head's dormitory to the messy, black haired teenage boy sitting at his desk below.

But now I am not afraid.