# Wer Bist Du? (Who are you?)

ExcaliburAnduril

Rating: PG
Genres: Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 26/03/2005
Last Updated: 26/03/2005
Status: Completed

This is a song I found by the Austrian group Papermoon. I thought that it would make a decent story. I hope you enjoy it. Please R&R!

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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters, settings, and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling as published by, including and not limited, to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. The use of these characters and settings is for entertainment purposes only; no infringement is intended or should be inferred. I also do not own the song Wer bist du or the group Papermoon.

(A/N): Just a warning I’ve had some trouble with uploading this story and the lyrics from the song. I’ve bolded the lyrics so that, in case it gets uploaded double-spaced, you can see the differences. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Wer Bist Du? Who Are You?

Hermione stalked into the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. Her expression sent many people away from her as fast as they could move. Her normally flat stomach was stretched and swollen as she was well into pregnancy.

She blamed her foul mood on hormonal imbalances as she ordered a pumpkin juice. She looked down at her stomach as she felt a slight kick from its occupant.

Fühl dich in mir regen

Dein Leben fängt an

Mach die Augen zu

Sehe dich dann

Geh wie verzaubert

Horch in mich hinein

Du bist ein Teil von mir

I feel you moving inside me

Your life is just beginning

I close my eyes

I see you then

I’ve been enchanted

I listen inside myself

You are part of me

She looked down trying to imagine what he or she may look like. She seemed in a trance lost in her child’s antics as she whispered, “Who are you?”

Wer bist du? Woher kommst du? Warst du lange allein?

Warum schenkt dich mir einfach das Leben?

Wer bist du? Wieso lebst du?

Nur um bei mir zu sein?

Nur um bei mir zu sein?

Who are you? Where did you come from? Have you been alone long?

Why is life simply sending you to me?

Who are you? Why are you alive?

Just to be with me?

Just to be with me?

She wondered about why she was getting such a precious gift. The she felt, or possibly imagined, feeling her child’s heart beat beneath her own. She smiled down at her unseen child and whispered. “You know more about me than just about anyone. It’s kind of funny how, while you’re inside me, I can talk about anything. You’re great at listening.” ‘Will her/his smile be like mine or will it be like Harry’s? Either way she/he will always be a part of us.’

Dein Herz schlägt unter meinem

Wächst langsam heran

Rede zu dir wie zu keinem

Du hörst es dir an

Denk an dein Lachen

An dein Gesicht

Sie sind ein Teil von mir

Your heart beats beneath mine

You’re slowly growing

I talk to you like with no one

You listen to it

I think of your smile

Thinking of your face

They are a part of me

She began to think of what it would be like to hold her child. ‘Hold my child,’ she thought wistfully. ‘What will she/he look like?’ Her mind raced with the possibilities. In her mind’s eye she pictured a young girl with Harry’s eyes and but who had her hair, or a young boy who looked so much like his father it was scary but with her brown eyes. Scenes from possible futures played in her mind’s eye.

Emma Lillian Potter slammed her book down on the coffee table. “I don’t get it. Why is it so hard to learn how to fly on a broom?”

Hermione looked down at her daughter slightly amused at the girl’s predicament. She could see so much of herself in the child and a secret smile played across her lips. “Em you can’t learn about flying from a book. Trust me on that one. Your father…

A smile played across her lips as she strayed from one scene to another.

Young Sirius Tyler Potter walked into his mother’s room an upset expression and holding his Firebolt 2010 racing broom. She looked at him sighed and asked, “What’s wrong honey?”

“It’s my broom mom. It’s acting up again. Can you look at it?” He looked down at it angered by the fact he couldn’t figure it out. She leaned over and said, “Let me have a look at it honey.”

Another kick from her womb brought her out of her daydream.

“It’s alright little one,” she whispered, smiling. “No need to go roughhousing around inside your poor mother.”

Wann kann ich dich halten?

Wann seh ich dich an?

Wann sprichst du zu mir?

Was sagst du mir dann?

Zu lang warst du nicht da

Geh durch den Regen

Atme für dich

Ich bin ein Teil von dir

When will I hold you?

When can I see you?

When will you speak to me?

What will you say to me then?

For to long you haven’t been here

I walk through the rain

I breathe for you

I’m part of you

Her bad mood was nothing but a distant memory as small smile graced her lips. She turned when she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She came face to face with the love of her life, whose face was masked in a look of worry.

“Are you ok love?” he asked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you…You know that right?”

“Yes, Harry, I know that,” she told him as she smiled, her eyes filled with emotion. “It’s just these crazy hormones going wild. I’m fine now. I just had to do some thinking.”

Harry grinned in return before asking, “So, what were you thinking about love?”

Wer bist du? Woher kommst du? Warst du lange allein?

Warum schenkt dich mir einfach das Leben?

Wer bist du? Wieso lebst du?

Nur um bei mir zu sein?

Nur um bei mir zu sein?

Who are you? Where did you come from? Have you been alone long?

Why is life simply sending you to me?

Who are you? Why are you alive?

Just to be with me?

Just to be with me?

(A/N): Hi everyone I came across this song a while ago and thought that it would make a decent one shot. The song is by an Austrian group called Papermoon. I hope my translation didn’t hurt the image I was trying to convey. Also, I didn’t include the second chorus because it hurt the flow. I hope you enjoyed the story. It’s my first attempt at a song-fic. Please R&R. Oh and special thanks to my beta Shel. She at least worked on the story like she said she would while my other beta mysteriously got to busy to help.