Mrs. Weasly was out for a walk one evening. Something had been bothering her all summer, and that something had been
young Harry Potter.
He shouldn't have had to back to those aweful Dursleys, she thought sadly. Not after what happened. Damn them.
Yet it wasn't enough to just think about it. Wish as she might, there was nothing she could do to go against Albus
Dumbledore's wishes that he stay with them.
They weren't his family though. She thought. Family didn't shut other family up in cupboards or starve them. No, Harry
didn't belong to them. He belonged with people who would love him and nurture him, people who wanted so badly to protect him from
all the dangers that awaited him.
It was just then, that Mrs. Weasley heard a song coming from a nearby Muggle establishment. She'd been by there before,
but never went in. It was a kaeraoke bar. Someone was singing on the stage, and for some reason the song drew her in. She entered
the building and sat down at an empty table, nervous at being in such a place. Ciggarette smoke filled the room and muggles of all
dispositions shuffled between the bar and their tables, drinking various highly potent bevereges. Somehow, Mrs. Weasley was able
to get past all that, and focus on the stage.
Oh dear, If I brought Arthur here I'd never get him out, She thought as the tiny television screen made the words of the song
appear so the man could sing along. She listened quietly as the song spoke to her feelings.
Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry
For one so small,
you seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry
All ready it brought her into tears as she recalled those moments when she held Harry in her arms. He was so helpless and frightened
and when he relaxed she wanted to cry herself. She wanted to hold him again, to do something to let him know she loved him like
she loved her own children.
'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here
in my heart always
Always
She wept silently as she walked out into the streets of London, thinking about the lyrics and the way they brought her feelings out
in such a way. Mrs. Weasley got an idea and went to another muggle establishment where they sold such music.
Harry awoke one morning to find Pidgewidgeon pearched on his windosill carrying a small wrapped package and a note. He
persuaded Hedgewig to let him get some water before leaving, and read the note.
iWhenever you feel like you can't move on
I want you to listen to this song, and know that you'll always be in my heart...
Mrs. Weasley/i
Harry opened the package and found a blank cassette tape with the Phil Collins' "You'll be in my Heart" recorded on it.
young Harry Potter.
He shouldn't have had to back to those aweful Dursleys, she thought sadly. Not after what happened. Damn them.
Yet it wasn't enough to just think about it. Wish as she might, there was nothing she could do to go against Albus
Dumbledore's wishes that he stay with them.
They weren't his family though. She thought. Family didn't shut other family up in cupboards or starve them. No, Harry
didn't belong to them. He belonged with people who would love him and nurture him, people who wanted so badly to protect him from
all the dangers that awaited him.
It was just then, that Mrs. Weasley heard a song coming from a nearby Muggle establishment. She'd been by there before,
but never went in. It was a kaeraoke bar. Someone was singing on the stage, and for some reason the song drew her in. She entered
the building and sat down at an empty table, nervous at being in such a place. Ciggarette smoke filled the room and muggles of all
dispositions shuffled between the bar and their tables, drinking various highly potent bevereges. Somehow, Mrs. Weasley was able
to get past all that, and focus on the stage.
Oh dear, If I brought Arthur here I'd never get him out, She thought as the tiny television screen made the words of the song
appear so the man could sing along. She listened quietly as the song spoke to her feelings.
Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry
For one so small,
you seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry
All ready it brought her into tears as she recalled those moments when she held Harry in her arms. He was so helpless and frightened
and when he relaxed she wanted to cry herself. She wanted to hold him again, to do something to let him know she loved him like
she loved her own children.
'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here
in my heart always
Always
She wept silently as she walked out into the streets of London, thinking about the lyrics and the way they brought her feelings out
in such a way. Mrs. Weasley got an idea and went to another muggle establishment where they sold such music.
Harry awoke one morning to find Pidgewidgeon pearched on his windosill carrying a small wrapped package and a note. He
persuaded Hedgewig to let him get some water before leaving, and read the note.
iWhenever you feel like you can't move on
I want you to listen to this song, and know that you'll always be in my heart...
Mrs. Weasley/i
Harry opened the package and found a blank cassette tape with the Phil Collins' "You'll be in my Heart" recorded on it.