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I'll Stand By You by LogicalRaven

Format: Song fic
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,783

Rating: 12+
Warnings: No Warnings

Genres: General, Romance, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny

First Published: 10/05/2003
Last Chapter: 10/05/2003
Last Updated: 11/08/2005

This is the theme behind the Harry Potter series. Love, friendship and good winning over evil. It is a story about loss and regret. A story that makes us laugh and cry. Just give it a try........I think you'll agree that this sums it all up. A one shot songfic.

Chapter 1: I'll Stand By You
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Have you guys heard this song before?….it is one of those classics you forgot you loved until you hear it again for the second time. I’ve been pondering this song for awhile now, but haven’t been able to figure out what I wanted to do with it, or if I even wanted to attempt a songfic with it, but in the end the words are too perfect not to do something with it. I personally think this could be the theme song for Harry Potter Series…….Well, tried of stalling….

Nothing is my Own.

The characters belong to J.K. Rowlings and the Song belongs to the Pretenders

This is a story of unending friendship that against all odds survives until the end of time. That is what the Harry Potter series means to me. You have characters that are so relatable; you can’t help but place yourselves in their situations, and feel their anxiety and their pain.

I’ll Stand By You

Harry boards the train heading back to Hogwarts for his sixth year at the school of witch craft and wizardry. He’s had such a terrible summer, with so much spare time he was forced to relive the death of his Godfather over and over in his mind.

Being surrounded by all the happy excited faces made his stomach ache. He wasn’t like them anymore, he could never live their happiness, their normal life. He noticed how his best friends Ron and Hermione were staring at each other with a glimmer of something in their eyes.

They were destined to find love in one another, unlike him who would probably die before ever knowing what it felt like to be in love. He watched as the students passed his lonely compartment. His green eyes wishing for them to notice him, for someone to open the compartment door and sincerely understand what he was going though, but none of knew. None of them could possibly understand pain like this.

Harry felt nothing as the pretty dark haired girl he has once longed for walked passed. She seemed like a distant dream long forgotten.--something that he had once cared about in another life.

Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now

The pretty girl with dark hair blushed as she let her eyes catch Harry Potter’s for a brief moment. Her red cheeks were unsure of the emotions causing them to flush. He looked so distant, so pained. She didn’t know his story, or what was behind those hidden tear, and in truth she probably never would.

Her heart was still tender and mending. At night when she would lay awake in her bed alone, she’d heard her lost loves voice piercing the quietness of her mind. How he would call her? She understood the darkness of death, the pain of never being able to tell that person how much they meant to you, how much you miss them. Her tears streamed down her cheeks as she remembered.

Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
'cause I've seen the dark side too
When the night falls on you
You don't know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love you less

Harry turned his head and stared out the window as all the memories of the past five years flooding his weary mind. He remembered that first year when he had met his closest friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Ron seemed so unconfident as he stared loathing his corned beef sandwich. He hated that stuff, but his mother always forgot. Harry who had never had anything to share, rejoiced in an opportunity. Now reflecting back he had shared to much. His friends were in danger, and if they died, it would be on his conscience.

They were right, he always felt the need to act the part of the hero.

I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

Hermione glanced at Ron who was sitting next to her in the prefect compartment. She wished he hadn’t listened to her reason. They should have skipping the beginning ride in the prefect compartment and spent the wasted time with Harry.

She worried about his so, she could see in his eyes that he wasn’t taking Sirius death very well. Not that she blamed him, she just wished she could offer more comfort in this terrible time. She was scared he was going to pull away from them, and they would never be able to pull him back.

Ron didn’t notice Hermione’s glare because he was wrapped up in thoughts of his own. Harry Potter was his best friends, and when he had declined the Weasleys’ invitation to visit over the holiday it had seriously scared Ron’s heart. He understood that Harry was dealing with a lot of pain, but he didn’t understand why he could fix it. They had been though so much together already, Harry was like a brother to Ron.

So if you're mad, get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well I'm a lot like you

Cho Chang sat ignoring the pointless chatter of her Ravenclaw friends. She was pondering the dark clouds building behind Harry Potter‘s eyes. She knew something was causing him pain, and she could only being to imagine the source of his woes. She knew bits of what happened in the Department of Mysteries, meaning she knew what the Daily Prophet had reported.

She would have given anything to be there with the DA as they took on the Dark Lord and his supporters. She wanted so badly to taste revenge. The thoughts of Cedric no longer caused her pain, but anger.

Why had things gone so wrong the past two years of her life? Perhaps the greatest burden on her mind was the way Harry looked at her now, like she was nothing to him. Perhaps he was also dead.

When you're standing at the crossroads
And don't know which path to choose
Let me come along
'cause even if you're wrong

Harry was enjoying the quietness of his compartment and though the thought made him feel guilt, he wished his friends wouldn’t find him. He was dealing with the terrible pain of remorse. So many mistakes and regrets haunted his memories of the previous year. What if he had learned to keep Voldemort out of his mind, what if he had tried to understand Cho just a little bit more, what if he hadn’t snapped at his friend at the drop of a hat? If he could do it all again would he waste that entire year of his life on anger and self pity?

He clinched his fist at the thought, and felt the cold buried tears surface on his eyes. He could still hear the laugh like bark of his Godfather calling though the silence. Why did he have to die?

I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

“and the dark lord will mark him his equal”

“Neither can live while the other survives”

Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you

Hermione, Ron and Ginny found Harry sitting alone in the last compartment on the Hogwarts express. They wanted to erase the pain from his heart and let him know he wasn’t alone. Sirius Black had been the closest thing to a parent Harry had ever known, but he could die with him. The hardest part about accepting death is letting go. No matter how much they willed it, no magic could bring Sirius back to life.

Harry closed his eyes and stopped his tears from falling. It wasn’t the pain of missing Sirius that plagued his mind. It wasn’t the fear of death stalking him. What was causing the burden on his chest was the thought that if he died that Ron and Hermione would feel what he was feeling all summer.

He remembered seeing Mrs. Weasley crying over the dead bodies of her family members as the boggart made her face her greatest fears. He never wanted to see her cry like that again. He didn’t want anyone he loved to feel that emptiness that doesn’t go away-- that longing to talk to that person who’s gone just one last time.

And when...
When the night falls on you, baby
You're feeling all alone
You won't be on your own

Ron pulled out his game of wizard chess and motioned to Harry to start a game. Sometime it was those little thing that kept him sane. He knew he had the best friends he could ever ask for and no matter what life threw his way he’d face them. He’d face them like a brave Gryffindor, and as long as he remembered what he was fighting for, that was all that mattered.

I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you

The train slowly pulled into the Hogwarts station and as they un-boarded the train Harry heard the scuffled voice of Hagrid calling all first years towards him “Come along then, all you first years this way.

As they turned towards the carriages that would take them up towards the castle Harry cringed slightly at the sight of the ugly reptilian horses. He had seen so much death, and he hated those creature, they reminded him off all his eyes had beheld.

I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you

Hermione gave Harry a sisterly hug for no reason at all just before they boarded the carriages.

“Glad to be back again Harry?” she asked quickly.

Harry forced a nod, “I’m glad to be home.”

As the castle drew closer Harry thought about the adventures this year might hold. Life at Hogwarts was never dull. Another carriage pulled past and he caught the glimpse of a dark haired Ravenclaw girl.

Harry suddenly felt his sorrows begin to melt. He knew that Sirius would not want him to morn him forever. He had to pick up the pieces and fight, he had to be strong. If he didn’t then all those who had died trying to protect him would have died in vain. He had to be victorious, he had to defeat Voldemort once and for all.

I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you