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*** LIFE'S A SONG
*** Flash Back...
"Ron, look, I just think we've been getting a bit distant recently. Especially with me working at Hogwarts," Lavender said sadly.
"What are you on about, Lav?" asked Ron, bewildered by Lavender's sudden statement.
Lavender sighed and pushed a lock of curly brown hair from her face. Since leaving Hogwarts, Lavender had changed her hair colour frequently and it was currently a chocolate brown colour. "I think we need to give us a break. Maybe even a permanent break."
"You can't be serious!" Ron exclaimed angrily, the colour draining from his face.
"I'm deadly serious, Ron," she told him. "I think we need to go our separate ways for a while." She picked up the bag that was lying at her feet. "Goodbye, Ron." Before Ron could say anything, she kissed him lightly on the cheek and with a final, sad look, she Apparated away to an unknown location, leaving a shocked and bitter Ron alone in the kitchen of the house they shared with Harry, Hermione and Seamus Finnigan. The Present "Now I know why this house was so cheap!" moaned Hermione perching herself on one of the high, wooden stools by the breakfast bar. Moodily she poured herself a cup of strong coffee. "Ten bedrooms and only one bathroom!" There were several loud bangs which seemed to emanate from the attic. "That and the ghouls." She yanked her hair from the ponytail she wore it in at night and asked, "How long has Ron been in there?" Harry looked at his watch. "About an hour. We think he's trying to drown himself." Seamus, who was eating a large bowl of some sugar-coated cereal nodded. "Not again!" Hermione exclaimed. "That's the third time this week! We'll be late for work." "Not me," said Harry grinning, "I got up early so I could get there before him." "And I've got the day off," Seamus added. Hermione scowled and gulped down the rest of her coffee. There was a loud bang as the bathroom door was flung open. It was followed by heavy footsteps down the stairs. A few seconds later there was another loud bang as another door slammed shut. "Why's he gone into the library?" asked Hermione. "How do you know he's in the library?" Seamus asked. Hermione stared at him. "I think I'd know the sound of the library door slamming." She noticed the clock on the kitchen wall out of the corner of her eye and winced. "I'd better get a move on!" she said and sped out of the kitchen to get to the one bathroom before Ron could try and drown himself again. Almost as soon as she had left, Lavender Apparated into the kitchen. She looked around uneasily, but gave a sigh of relief when she realised Ron wasn't there. "Morning," she said sullenly. "I've come to pick up a few of my things." The library was one of the largest rooms in the house. It housed many strange and mysterious volumes, many of them of Wizarding origin, though there was the occasional Muggle tome. After slamming the door shut so he couldn't be disturbed, Ron had begun searching through the shelves, trying to find something that would help him. As he rummaged through the dust-covered books, he head Hermione's words in his head; "Magic isn't a cure for everything, Ron. Sure there are spells and potions to relieve you of emotions and worry and to make people fall in love with you, but they don't always work. There can be consequences." Spells and potions to relieve you of emotions, that was what Ron was searching for. His eyes fell upon a particular book. It had no name, but curious to find out what it was, he pulled it from the shelf. He settled himself at the large mahogany desk in the centre of the room and began to flick through its heavy, parchment pages. One of the spells caught his eye. He read the page carefully and smiled to himself. 'This is perfect!' he thought. 'Absolutely perfect.' He picked up his wand which he had set down beside him and spoke the incantation. A golden light seeped from the end of his wand. It floated mistily under the door and through the house, a strand of it hitting each of the occupants. Ron bit his lip after a strand of the light hit him square in the chest. "Oh, no," he muttered. "Did it affect everyone in the house?" Something seemed to awaken itself inside of him and he coughed. He could hear faint music playing, music that seemed to spread throughout the large house, which was for the mot part empty. He opened his mouth to call to the others and ask them if they could hear music playing, but the words didn't come. Instead, he began to sing. "Graffiti decorations
When he had finished his impromptu song, Ron gasped and covered his mouth. "What have I done?" he asked aloud. But as he was alone in the library, he got no reply. A/N: The song Runaway belongs to Linkin Park. It's been edited down slightly, but even so, I take no credit for it whatsoever. Review, Flame, Whatever.
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Life's a Song
By: silvernatasha
A spin-off to 'So What Now?'. It's been six months since the gang left Hogwarts, but how are they coping in the real world, and will their relationships last? Basically a series of song-fics.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Harry P., Hermione G. - Chapters: 9 - Words: 7,603 - Reviews: 59 - Favs: 10 - Updated: 3/19/2002 - Published: 3/11/2002 - id: 651534
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