DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, but I can make it my own, right? Fine…. I guess I can't! The lyrics are by The Classic Crime and the song is 5805

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XoXo

Friends, I will keep you like trophies,
In my heart to remember how loneliness,
Was a faded dream on two hundred and nineteenth street.
We were more than just young, we were full of it.
And no one could touch us or take us in,
Watching the sunset from the roof,
We'd plan our next adventure.

It was after lunch and I was sitting on the grounds near the lake and holding a book in my hands. I was actually reading, or I was anyway, James kind of interrupted me after maybe fifteen minutes of sitting down. I was bundled up in my coat and scarf and gloves while he was just sitting there in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. He smiled and sat down, looking casual and not really caring whether it was cold or not.

"Aren't you freezing?" I voiced, not looking up from my page, but feeling his hand on my hair as he moved a piece of hair away from my face.

"Nope. Personally, I have no idea why you're all bundled up," he smiled, looking into the lake. I smiled and put my book down, finally looking at him. "Starting to feel guilty yet?"

"No," I said sulkily, looking away from him. "Can we please not talk about this now?"

"Fine. But you know Aspen's really mad at you?" he asked as though I had no idea.

"No. I really couldn't tell from the way she just got away from our table and walked away!"

"Oh, right…. Sorry."

"It's not your fault. I was just being mental, as usual." I could feel a tear slip from beneath my eyelid. I don't know why I was crying, I guess I was just thinking about all that had happened since I woke up that morning. James saw it and decided that that was a good time for him to shut up. Which it was, I'm not going to deny that. I stared out at the glass that made up the lake and ran my thoughts around and around in my head, trying to figure out why I was so upset about everything. I wasn't guilty, I never got guilty. I had a bad or a good conscience or whatever and however you want to think about that. I guess I was just confused about how everything had blown up since Quidditch practice this morning.

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I was 19 and young,
Thought I had it all figured it out.
The world was our oyster,
And we dove in to get the pearl out.

Now we are swimming in memories,
How we wish we could go back.

I was back inside now, basically just wandering the halls and trying to find something to do. James had gone off with Fred to go pull a prank or something like that, Aspen was still mad at me for punching Vondurri in the face and there wasn't really anyone else that was willing to talk to me. I almost wanted to talk to Dalton, but I had no idea where to find him, as he was a Slytherin and I was a Gryffindor. Technically speaking, we weren't even supposed to be friends. But what did I care? I had broken enough rules already! I was in Gryffindor, I was related to Bellatrix Lestrange, I wasn't pulling things out of my mind that were evil and torturous and not enough people hated me!

"Hey, Lestrange," a familiar voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw the glorious brunette head of Tristan Riddle. I smiled and stopped, waiting for him to come up. He was in his robes, on a Saturday, which I found incredibly odd. "Where are your friends?"

"Well, James is off with his cousin, Fred. And Aspen is mad at me!" I poured out, staring at the ground, but feeling his warm body next to mine.

"Aspen Green is mad at you?" he asked, surprised. I nodded solemnly and continued glaring at the floor. "Aren't you two like best friends?" I nodded again, but this time looked up and the wall. "Hm. I never thought that she could get mad at anyone. Odd."

"Yes, well, I'm pretty sure that you'd get mad at me too if you heard what I did," I muttered, looking into his gorgeous emerald green eyes.

"Oh really? And what did you do?" he prodded sweetly as we continued to walk down the grey corridor.

"I punched Vondurri in the face today," I giggled, realizing how funny it was that I actually got to punch the girl that I hated. He coughed and stopped abruptly, grabbing my shoulder. Hard. "Ow! What the hell was that for?!"

"That's why Abel was so pissed off!" I felt my eyebrows furrow and he nodded to himself, adding to my confusion. "He ran up to the hospital wing and I was wondering why he was acting all heroic and brotherly and that's why. He actually hit the wall with his own hand out of anger." I giggled at that and pictured Vondurri's brother punching the wall when he found out the bloody Lestrange had punched his darling sister in the face.

"That would explain." He laughed and we continued to walk, not even noticing that we were going outside again. "So, what brings you down to these hallways anyway?"

"I was just roaming, like you. Trying to find something to do, like you," he smiled down at me and I smiled back, walking beside him and shivering, having dropped my coat off at the Gryffindor tower. "Do you want my coat?"

"No," I replied, shaking my head. I was shivering even harder now and he chuckled, giving me the jacket anyway, and instantly sending warmth through my body.

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I've got a sneaking suspicion that
Hindsight only favors good vision.
But I'm not one to complain when it's all I dream of.
We were more than just useless and stupid kids,
The music it moved us, we shook our fists,
As we sang along at the top of our lungs.

Now we are swimming in memories,
How we wish we could go back.
We hold the hope that someday
We'll see the world again like that.
Like that,
Like that,
Like that!

Now we are swimming in memories,
How we wish we could go back.
We hold the hope that someday
We'll see the world again like that!
Like that,
Oh, like that!
Like that!
Yeah!