Okay so this is my first time writing anything for fanfiction…ever. For 3 years I have been on here reading stories but never attempting to write my own. I have so many ideas, but putting them into a story is not a strong point of mine.

I really don’t know how well my stories will be. All I want is critique. Any help you can give me would be greatly appreciated. Anything from the plot/formatting to putting everything together, I don’t care what.

Song-fic OWKB Post-Hogwarts

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. All credit goes to the wonderful J.K Rowling and her magnificent mind. I also don’t own the song/lyrics.

Don’t Cry For Us

It's hard to know just what to do in times like these
It's hard to know just what to say
And I'm just sitting here just asking myself why
It's good to know you feel the same

And I believe
I wanna be your everything
And anything you need.

“Katie?”

“Oliver? Is that really you?”

“Aye.” I walk over and touch my soon-to-be husband’s cheek. “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too.” I put my hand on my protruding stomach. “We both miss you. When are you coming home for good?” Oliver places his hands on my stomach.

“It’s hard to say. I don’t think we are any closer to finding Voldemort or his supporters. It could be months until we find any hope.” I sigh and hug him. Oliver had left 6 months ago to help in the fight against Voldemort, leaving me pregnant and alone.

“I still don’t like this. What happens if you’re not here when the baby is born?” I start to tear up but hold them from falling. However, a lone tear slips down my cheek. Oliver wipes it away with his thumb.

Don't cry for us tonight
Don't cry we'll be all right
If I could I'd be by your side
Don't cry for us

“Don’t you worry about that. I will try everything I can to be there. I don’t want you to get all worked up over this.” Oliver pulled me into another hug. “Promise me you won’t put another thought to this.”

“Oliver, I can’t promise….” His lips met mine in a long kiss. Then he grabbed my face with both his hands. He gave me a look and I knew that I was going to lose. “Fine Oliver. I promise.”

You know that I'd give anything to watch you sleep
I can picture you just lying there
We don't need to say the words
'cause they don't mean a thing
You know you're not alone when someone cares

And I believe
You are still my anything
And everything I need

We spent what felt like hours in each other arms, neither of us wanting to let go. Finally, I looked up into Oliver’s face. I tried to remember every feature I could at that moment. I see his chocolate eyes that I fell in love with in our 7th year at Hogwarts, the thing he does with his eyebrows when he gives you the look, and that smirk of his that makes me smile every time he does it. I feel another tear drop fall down my cheek.

Don't cry for us tonight
Don't cry we'll be all right
If I could I'd be by your side
Don't cry for us

“I have to go now. Don’t forget your promise.” He steps back and takes a long look at me. “I love you so much and you got the ring to prove it.”

“I’m lucky. I love you too and I won’t break my promise.” We meet in another passionate kiss and I find myself wishing that it would never end. Tears freely fall from my eyes. Then, just like that, he’s gone.

Don't cry for us tonight
Don't cry we'll be all right
If I could I'd be by your side
Don't cry for us

Beep…. Beep…. Beep

I turned off the alarm and sat up in my bed. An owl flies through the window and drops a letter in my lap. I notice the messy handwriting that belongs to Oliver. I open the envelope and read the letter.

My Dearest Katie,

I had a dream last night about you. It felt so real. I actually thought it was real until I woke up. You were so sad in the dream and you were worried about me coming home. Maybe this dream was a warning sign and you might feel this way soon. Well, don’t worry about anything. Everything will be fine. I love you and miss you.

Oliver

PS: Promise me you won’t worry.

I open the drawer next to me and take out parchment and a quill. I smile to myself thinking about the dream I had. I think ‘could it be the same dream he had?’ With that in mind I reply.

Oliver,

I promise.

It's hard to know just what to do in times like these
It's hard to know just what to say

Review please. Be totally honest with me. This is literally my first story/fic/anything. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

Also, the song is called “Don’t Cry For Us.” It is by a band called Justincase. Not my kind of music I usually listen to, but the lyrics are kool.