Harry felt something tug him along. He didn't know what it was, but it felt familiar, and like something old and yet new. He shook his head as he came around a corner, not even feeling the sting as an arrow hit him.
He stared as he saw Molly, gasping as she sang, and his mouth opened involuntarily as he stepped out. A feeling that had been a long time coming burned in him as he saw his former student, his all too adult friend, and one of the few people in all the worlds who he trusted fully.
"There were bells on a hill But I never heard them ringing No, I never heard them at all Till there was you
There were birds in the sky But I never saw them winging No, I never saw them at all Till there was you
Then there was music and wonderful roses They tell me In sweet fragrant meadows Of dawn and dew
There was love all around But I never heard it singing No, I never heard it at all Till there was you
Then there was music and wonderful roses They tell me In sweet fragrant meadows Of dawn and dew
There was love all around But I never heard it singing No, I never heard it at all Till there was you."
As the song ended, he stepped up to her and held out a hand. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were full of warmth, and surprise. "Hello, Molly."