Post by dianahawthorne on Sept 17, 2008 23:07:51 GMT -5
Our Last Summer
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own HP. The song, "Our Last Summer", is by ABBA. Please read and review!
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We had spent the summer of 1969 together – I was forty-four, he was eighty-eight. That was the one and only summer that we had spent together – the best summer of my life.
The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did its best to please us
And strolling down the Elyse
We had a drink in each café
And you
You talked of politics, philosophy and I
Smiled like the Mona Lisa
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance
We spent that summer in Paris; Paris, the city of love. Every morning we would walk down the streets hand in hand, discussing everything under the sun, but especially his dreams for the Wizarding World. As he talked, I smiled, like the Mona Lisa; I was content just to listen to his voice.
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
Though I have not been to Paris since, I could still remember every single detail of the city, the city where we had spent our happiest times together. We walked along the banks of the Seine, sitting on the grass and snuggling together, absorbing every single detail about each other. Even when it rained, we still took our walks, laughing as we splashed in the puddles.
We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel Tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance
Another one of our favourite haunts was the Eiffel Tower; we would bring picnics and sit on the grass at the base of the Tower.
I was so happy that we had met again after the war – and I was so happy that he wanted to spend the summer with me, despite the fact that he was once my teacher, despite the fact that he was now my boss. I had no regrets in starting a relationship with him – and he had no regrets either; at least, that’s what he said when we began our relationship. But when he left me, he told me that he regretted starting a liaison with me – he told me that he made a mistake.
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
I could still remember ever second of that last summer together – every single second. I often replayed moments of our time in Paris together. We did not have to worry about what people would think about us; we did not know anyone in Muggle Paris, and we were free to be ourselves, for once.
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play
Eating in restaurants, Albus bringing me croissants in bed, just living in the moment, forgetting every worry that plagued us during the school year, just enjoying being in each other’s company. These were among my most cherished memories of that summer.
And now you’re working in a school
A family man, a Quidditch fan
And your name is Albus
How dull it seems
Yet you’re the hero of my dreams
And now we still worked together at Hogwarts; and Hogwarts was his family, Hogwarts was his life. Even though most of our interactions now had to do with work, and even though most people would find our work boring, he was still the love of my life – he was still my knight in shining armour.
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away.
I loved him so much – life without him was not life at all. At least I could still see him, at least we still talked, but I missed him so much. The only consolation I had was in my memories of our first – and last – summer together.
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own HP. The song, "Our Last Summer", is by ABBA. Please read and review!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
We had spent the summer of 1969 together – I was forty-four, he was eighty-eight. That was the one and only summer that we had spent together – the best summer of my life.
The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did its best to please us
And strolling down the Elyse
We had a drink in each café
And you
You talked of politics, philosophy and I
Smiled like the Mona Lisa
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance
We spent that summer in Paris; Paris, the city of love. Every morning we would walk down the streets hand in hand, discussing everything under the sun, but especially his dreams for the Wizarding World. As he talked, I smiled, like the Mona Lisa; I was content just to listen to his voice.
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
Though I have not been to Paris since, I could still remember every single detail of the city, the city where we had spent our happiest times together. We walked along the banks of the Seine, sitting on the grass and snuggling together, absorbing every single detail about each other. Even when it rained, we still took our walks, laughing as we splashed in the puddles.
We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel Tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance
Another one of our favourite haunts was the Eiffel Tower; we would bring picnics and sit on the grass at the base of the Tower.
I was so happy that we had met again after the war – and I was so happy that he wanted to spend the summer with me, despite the fact that he was once my teacher, despite the fact that he was now my boss. I had no regrets in starting a relationship with him – and he had no regrets either; at least, that’s what he said when we began our relationship. But when he left me, he told me that he regretted starting a liaison with me – he told me that he made a mistake.
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
I could still remember ever second of that last summer together – every single second. I often replayed moments of our time in Paris together. We did not have to worry about what people would think about us; we did not know anyone in Muggle Paris, and we were free to be ourselves, for once.
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play
Eating in restaurants, Albus bringing me croissants in bed, just living in the moment, forgetting every worry that plagued us during the school year, just enjoying being in each other’s company. These were among my most cherished memories of that summer.
And now you’re working in a school
A family man, a Quidditch fan
And your name is Albus
How dull it seems
Yet you’re the hero of my dreams
And now we still worked together at Hogwarts; and Hogwarts was his family, Hogwarts was his life. Even though most of our interactions now had to do with work, and even though most people would find our work boring, he was still the love of my life – he was still my knight in shining armour.
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away.
I loved him so much – life without him was not life at all. At least I could still see him, at least we still talked, but I missed him so much. The only consolation I had was in my memories of our first – and last – summer together.
Minerva and Albus being seperated makes it worse. *bawls* But I hope for a sequel!!
xXx 
