(Disclaimer: I don’t own the HP books.)

Memories of you

We were about 10-years old when we meant

The sun streaked down into a playground below

Someone told you not to jump

Sitting in this shadowy room now I see it all over again

You were a dark red head girl with bright green eyes

And you didn’t see to mind, I was a greasy haired boy

Coming from a home of disarray but I still savor our talks back

underneath that tree

Surely you would be a friend forever

First day we boarded a train that would take us faraway

If I had a pensieve now I’d go back to the days before and watch a

younger me meet you all over again

Those years fell on by and memory leaps forward

Watching resentfully as you slowly fell for him

But who wouldn’t want the quidditch star?

Now I sit in this dark room and remember who started this hatred

You’re not the one to blame though

Surely you would be a friend forever

Other recollections seem to fall away under memories of you

If I had a time-turner now I’d go back and relive them all over again

Time has rolled away and enmity boils deep inside still

Seventh year went and left us for good

I thought you loved me and would back in return if I joined his ranks

Now I know how horribly wrong I was and can only hide away my feelings

hoping for a better day

If I had a pensieve I’d go back and watch our long days together

These old grudges are killing me

It’s unbearable to look into his eyes

He’ll never be as good as you

Nobody will ever be the same as you

But I look into your eyes and close mine for the last time

and I can see it all over again

Sunshine streaking down into a playground atop a dark red head girl

with bright green eyes