A/N: Okay, I am lame. I took super long to update, and I'm lame for taking this long. Cookies for whoever forgives me~
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Anyways, yeah. Here's the story. Thanks to Amber, my lovely and talented beta! Without her I probably wouldn't have updated at all.3
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Title: All you need is Love
Authoress: KimiBear
Rating: M
Summary: Harry Potter is the new kid in town, back in England after three years of living in good old California he encounters Draco Malfoy, son of the infamous Lucius Malfoy, and instantly feels an attraction. Harry teaches the Clean-cut, well rounded blond the truth about drugs, life, love, and music, and he teaches it all in song!! Draco helps Harry get over his drug addiction and teaches him he can be happy without drugs. With a little help from their friends the boys learn that in the end, All you need is love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, its characters, or any of the Beatles songs used in this fan fiction. I am a hopeless fangirl. D":
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Chapter 3: Eleanor Rigby
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Harry took a drag from his third cigarette in the last hour; he really needed to quit smoking one of these days. As he silently blew out the smoke his eyes roamed the area he was in, looking for a certain house. As his eyes roamed he grew annoyed, where in the bloody hell did his godfather live?? Had it been that long since he had seen the man? He growled under his breath, silently cursing any known entity. The teen turned around, searching for a street sign, or some sort of familiar landmark to help guide him, when he saw it. A house, not that of his godfather, but that of someone else he remembered vaguely from his childhood. It was the house of Eleanor Rigby, the old woman who used to babysit him when he was young. She would surely help him get to Sirius' house!
As he approached, he was soon able to see through the window, and gasped at what he saw. The old woman was leaning against the window, face pale, eyes unblinking. He stopped in his tracks, the sudden urge to retch rising in his throat. He held it back though, and immediately reached into his pocket to grab his cellular so he could call the police. "Hello...yes, I need someone to come down immediately...I've found a dead woman." As soon as the call was done he moved forwards a little, to see the inside of the house better. It was the same as he remembered it, photos lining the walls, old furniture, and sweet Eleanor Rigby sitting in her favorite window seat. Harry shook his head in disbelief, who would let a dead woman just sit there? Where were her children? Her grandchildren? He moved even closer to the widow, and tears sprung to his eyes, he saw in her hand she was clutching a photo of him and his parents. A photo she herself had taken years ago, before the Dursleys, before America, before the drugs, sex, and alcohol. He held the tears back and stood stock still until police, and paramedics arrived. 'Why did they come, do they think they can bring her back from the dead?' He thought venomously. Harry recalled later that the police asked for a number to call, so they could contact his guardians. Harry didn't know whose number was given, but he did remember Sirius and Remus showing up and taking him away.
As they led him away from the empty house with the dead body of an old friend, Harry let one tear fall before wiping it away. When he got into the car he turned to give one look at the house, and saw them pulling out a lump on a stretcher. That must have been her. "Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people." He mumbled, catching the attention of the two others in the car. "Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, Lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door, Who is it for?" The teen's voice got a little louder, more audible. They drove on, headed towards Sirius and Remus' house. "All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong?" They passed a church, and memories flashed in Harry's head of a man. "Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear, No-one comes near. Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there, What does he care?" Remus turned to face Harry, a look of confusion on his face. "Harry, what on earth are you talking about? Who's Father McKenzie?" Harry shook his head, not wanting to remind the man that Father McKenzie was the one who had married his parents even though they were both still seventeen when he did. "All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people." He turned once more to look out the window, and stayed silent throughout the rest of the car ride.
Once they arrived at Sirius' house Harry got out, and looked up at it. The same as ever. "Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name. Nobody came. Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave. No-one was saved." He turned to his godfather, face serious. "You do know that's how it will be, right? Obviously her children don't care anymore. Nor do her grandchildren. No one will be there..." His voice was choked, and his bangs hid his watering eyes from view. He turned and walked into the house, leaving two bewildered men in his wake. Remus was the first to make a move to follow Harry inside, Sirius moved to follow as well, but stopped. He turned to the direction they came from, sadness in his eyes. "All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong?" He shook his head before walking into the house. What a wonderful reunion for him and his godson.