Ron. Ron Weasley.
Youngest son and second youngest child in a family of 9.
Best mate of the Chosen One. Basically just... Harry Potter's stupid friend.
I'm a fifth year. Prefect. Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
What of it?
OOC:
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George’s (Me singing) part is bold, Fred’s (Hermione singing) is italics.
And if there’s a couplet paragraph, (idk how to describe it. If there’s less space skipped than normal between 2 lines) they’re sung at the same time. Fred’s lines will always be on top in this case. (because that’s the way it is in the music, trololo)
Although I have gone away, here you are. Here to stay and
I wonder if you know I’m here. Here with
you.
I feel that I am far away, all alone because you left.
You’ve gone and yet I know you’re still here and
I feel you are here. Whispering in my ear.
I’ll never… I’ll never let you go.
And you’ll never be alone and although
Your other half is gone, you’ll remain whole
And you’ll never be alone.
I can’t hear you anymore as your voice grows fainter to me
And my ear heals and my heart.
The sound of your words, as I…
As I think of you.
As I think of you.
You’ve gone, and yet I know you’re still here and
I feel you are here. Whispering in my ear.
I’ll never… I’ll never let you go.
And you’ll never be alone and although
Your other half is gone, you’ll remain whole
And you’ll never be alone.
No… never alone… always together… never…
Never alone, always. Always together, always… together
Away, gone… for just a moment… not gonna leave
And I never had the… chance to say… goodbye. Why did you die?
Even though… I left you, I see my shadow in your eyes.
Even though… you left me, I see your face in the mirror—ours.
I hope you can hear me; never know…
I feel that you’re near me; don’t leave me now!
