Post by KayleeTonksLupin on Feb 3, 2005 1:56:47 GMT -5
A/N: Dedicated to Dewey and Lies! Lies, you know why. Thank you, Sara Evans, for the brilliant song! Any connection to Lily? LOL.
*She was in the backyard they say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck
Her folks should of seen it comin' it was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love
She stuck a note on the screen door "sorry but I got to go"
That was all she wrote, her mamma's heart was broke
That was all she wrote, so the story goes *
Dewey Dumbledore was dissatisfied with her life. Why? She wasn't quite sure why. Being the youngest was difficult, eighteen years old though she was. As she washed clothes and hung them out to dry, she thought of her famous parents, her talented sisters, and the brother she'd heard so much about but never seen. Who was she? She wasn't even blood-related, she thought with a pang of jealousy. No. Truth be told, as she'd found out just under fifteen years ago, her parents were Muggles, the worst Muggles ever. Her father was Harry Potter's cousin. And she was adopted.
The only person who understood her was young Arthur Weasley, Ron's youngest son, less than two years younger than her. He didn't care about NEWTs, even if his mother Hermione did. He had followed his uncles' examples and left Hogwarts. He drove up just as she thought longingly of him, red-brown hair ruffled and windswept as he pulled up in a Muggle truck. She scribbled a quick note to her parents and joined him. They drove off as fast as they could.
*(Chorus) Now her daddy's in the kitchen starin' out the window, scratchin' and a rackin' his brains
How could 18 years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman
Now shes gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line*
Albus and Minerva Dumbledore were heartbroken. Dewey. Their Dewey had run off. Where had they gone wrong? What had they done? Their precious bebay...Minerva's youngest, her precious daughter, who she loved as much as if she truly had given birth to her. Fifteen years of memories flashed before her eyes as her husband, Albus, stared blankly out the window, seeming not to see anything.
*Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about sunday mornin' Nothing quite like this has happened here before
Well he must have been a looker, smooth talkin' son of gun
For such a grounded girl to just up and run
Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop love*
Hermione's parents insisted on bringing the children to church every Sunday, and she had complied, as had Ron. They looked helplessly at each other, thinking of Arthur, their precious boy, their only son. How could he just take off like this? From time to time, Mr. and Mrs. Granger threw accusing looks at Ron, as if to say it must have come from his side of the family.
*(2nd Chorus) Now all the biddies in the beauty shop gossip goin' non stop Sippin on pink lemonade
How could 18 years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman
Now shes gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line*
When Parvati Thomas and Lavender Finnegan found out, it was too much. They were both reporters for the gossip columns of the Daily Prophet, and when the story broke out, everyone was talking about it. How could the daughter of the most powerful witch and wizard in the world just forsake them?
*(3rd chorus) She's got her pretty little bare feet hangin' out the window And they're headed up to Hogsmeade tonight
How could 18 years just up and walk away
Our little pony tailed girl growed up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line*
"Hey, thanks, Art," Dewey murmured, hanging her feet out the window when Arthur stopped. "No prob, Dew," he murmured, leaning over to kiss her. "So...I wanted to ask you. I'm an adult now, and...since, you know, we're free now...will you marry me, Dewey?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Sure, Art, I'd love to!" She sighed blissfully, blushing. He grinned and kissed her again as he slipped a ring on her finger.
*She was in the backyard they say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pick up truck
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love
No you can't fence time, and you can't stop love*
*She was in the backyard they say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck
Her folks should of seen it comin' it was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love
She stuck a note on the screen door "sorry but I got to go"
That was all she wrote, her mamma's heart was broke
That was all she wrote, so the story goes *
Dewey Dumbledore was dissatisfied with her life. Why? She wasn't quite sure why. Being the youngest was difficult, eighteen years old though she was. As she washed clothes and hung them out to dry, she thought of her famous parents, her talented sisters, and the brother she'd heard so much about but never seen. Who was she? She wasn't even blood-related, she thought with a pang of jealousy. No. Truth be told, as she'd found out just under fifteen years ago, her parents were Muggles, the worst Muggles ever. Her father was Harry Potter's cousin. And she was adopted.
The only person who understood her was young Arthur Weasley, Ron's youngest son, less than two years younger than her. He didn't care about NEWTs, even if his mother Hermione did. He had followed his uncles' examples and left Hogwarts. He drove up just as she thought longingly of him, red-brown hair ruffled and windswept as he pulled up in a Muggle truck. She scribbled a quick note to her parents and joined him. They drove off as fast as they could.
*(Chorus) Now her daddy's in the kitchen starin' out the window, scratchin' and a rackin' his brains
How could 18 years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman
Now shes gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line*
Albus and Minerva Dumbledore were heartbroken. Dewey. Their Dewey had run off. Where had they gone wrong? What had they done? Their precious bebay...Minerva's youngest, her precious daughter, who she loved as much as if she truly had given birth to her. Fifteen years of memories flashed before her eyes as her husband, Albus, stared blankly out the window, seeming not to see anything.
*Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about sunday mornin' Nothing quite like this has happened here before
Well he must have been a looker, smooth talkin' son of gun
For such a grounded girl to just up and run
Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop love*
Hermione's parents insisted on bringing the children to church every Sunday, and she had complied, as had Ron. They looked helplessly at each other, thinking of Arthur, their precious boy, their only son. How could he just take off like this? From time to time, Mr. and Mrs. Granger threw accusing looks at Ron, as if to say it must have come from his side of the family.
*(2nd Chorus) Now all the biddies in the beauty shop gossip goin' non stop Sippin on pink lemonade
How could 18 years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman
Now shes gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line*
When Parvati Thomas and Lavender Finnegan found out, it was too much. They were both reporters for the gossip columns of the Daily Prophet, and when the story broke out, everyone was talking about it. How could the daughter of the most powerful witch and wizard in the world just forsake them?
*(3rd chorus) She's got her pretty little bare feet hangin' out the window And they're headed up to Hogsmeade tonight
How could 18 years just up and walk away
Our little pony tailed girl growed up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line*
"Hey, thanks, Art," Dewey murmured, hanging her feet out the window when Arthur stopped. "No prob, Dew," he murmured, leaning over to kiss her. "So...I wanted to ask you. I'm an adult now, and...since, you know, we're free now...will you marry me, Dewey?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Sure, Art, I'd love to!" She sighed blissfully, blushing. He grinned and kissed her again as he slipped a ring on her finger.
*She was in the backyard they say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pick up truck
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love
No you can't fence time, and you can't stop love*
