Stole

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The song is “Stole” by Kelly Rowland.

Note: I wrotte this about a year ago, and now I've decided to post it here. Hope everyone likes it.

Stole

Everything that could be done was expect - but that was too much to ask. To have to expect to see her love and savior come back after that night, to have the certainty that all the nightmares had already finished and that the terror would pass, belonging to a world of the past...belonging to all the nightmares that pursued anyone that was weak and deprived of protection, without mercy.

He was always such a nice boy

The quiet one

With good intentions

He was down for his brother

Respectful to his mother

A good boy

But good don't get attention

One kid with a promise

The brightest kid in school

He's not a fool

Reading books about science and smart stuff

It's not enough, no

Cause smart don't make you cool

He always said that he liked to be with his friends, talking and laughing, without having to worry about anything beyond the walls that protected him from outside. But he also said that he abhorred the nightmares that he had, the pain in his chest that he felt...the responsibility that he carried on his shoulders since that terrible night.

He's not invisible anymore

With his Father's nine and a broken fuse

Since he walked through that classroom door

He's all over primetime news

He was never seen as a normal person, someone who just wanted to live his life, carrying out his dreams. No. He has always been seen as a hero...the hero that would save everything and everybody from the terrible fate that approached the wizarding world.

Mary's got the same size hands

As Marilyn Monroe

She put her fingers in the imprints

At Manns Chinese Theater Show

She could have been a movie star

Never got the chance to go that far

Her life was stole

Now we'll never know

No no no

But she had always seen him as he was: as a human...a lost boy that needed attention and affection, not because of his fame, but because he also had a heart. He said that she was the most important person to him...the person to who he would return, but so far nothing had happened...he still had not come back to her arms…to make it possible for them to live what they had lost. How she desired to have gone with him...how she desired to be able to help him in that fight, be at his side sending him all of her support and love. But she knew that he would never let her go. To him, she deserved all the protection possible and all the love that was impossible for him to show. But, in fact, she didn't cared. She just wanted him back - back in her arms.

They were crying to the camera

Said he never fitted in

He wasn't welcome

He showed up the parties

We was hanging in

Some guys puttin' him down

Bullying him round round

Now I wish I woulda talked to him

Gave him the time of day

Not turn away

If I woulda been the one to maybe go this far

He might have stayed at home

Playing angry chords on his guitar

She wished he would come back for her, so she could give him all that she wanted to give for seven years...everything she denied giving him since they met. Now, she just wanted to call for him, weep for him. But the truth was she didn't have the strength to drop a simple tear. The promises had been many, and she wished he could fulfill every one.

He's not invisible anymore

With his baggy pants and his legs in chains

Since he walked through that classroom door

Everybody knows his name

Mary's got the same size hands

As Marilyn Monroe

She put her fingers in the imprints

At Manns Chinese Theater Show

She could have been a movie star

Now, her frantic walk was heard by all. Finally, news had arrived, and she wanted to be present when everything was said, even if it wasn't what she desired to hear...even if the news made her fall apart inside. She needed to know, no matter what it would be.

Never got the chance to go that far

Her life was stole

Now we'll never know

Greg was always getting net from twenty feet away

He had a try out with the Sixers

Couldn't wait for Saturday

Now we're never gonna see him slam

Flying high as Kobe can

His life was stole

Now we'll never know

"We have good news for you," begins the Headmaster, "but I don't think that it's going to be, what you want to hear… "

"I expect to hear everything." she answers. She didn't wanted to know whether or not it was what she was expecting; she needed to know if he had fulfilled his promise... his promise of return.

"Are you certain?" asks the Headmaster.

"Yes." she assures him, nodding her head. "I don't care what state he arrives in, I just want him to be at my side...like he promised me."

"Very well." answers the Headmaster and the door at his side opens.

"Now we'll never never never never know

Stole…

Mary's got the same size hands

As Marilyn Monroe

She put her fingers in the imprints

At Manns Chinese Theater Show

She could have been a movie star

Never got the chance to go that far

Her life was stole

Now we'll never know

She was expecting everything except what was in front of her. Nothing could remove the force of her legs, making her fall to the ground, like the vision that was facing her. Despite the tears that already fell from her face, a small smile forms on her lips.

"Is it him?" she asks, after a few seconds.

The man that just arrived behind the doors, nods his head while another professor helps her up off of the ground.

Still crying, she begins advancing slowly to the man.

"I'm sorry. I know you didn't expect to see him like this, but…"

"No." she interrupts, stopping in front of the man, "That doesn't matter; what matters is that he came back for me."

Slowly, she stretches her arms and the man deposits in them, slow and prudently, a small and sleeping baby who smiles in his sleep when he feels the girl's arms. "He came back for me." she whispers "Nothing else is important."

It is then that the small baby opens his eyes and more tears run down the girl's face; they weren't tears of sorrow - they were tears of joy and love. The eyes of the baby were emerald green and shone with as much intensity as his used to when he smiled, when he was with his friends, when he was playing Quidditch or simply when he thought of something happy.

Greg was always getting net from twenty feet away

He had a try out with the Sixers

Couldn't wait for Saturday

Now we're never gonna see him slam

Flying high as Kobe can

His life was stole

Now we'll never know

"I thought of staying with him," begins the man that, previously, had the baby in his arms, "but I didn't know if it's the best choice."

"I'm can stay with him,” interrupts the girl, "I don't have any problem...it's going to be good." She looks at the small baby and kisses him on the forehead, this time with no indication of a battle. "I'll just have to change the love of a lover, to the love of a mother."

"This isn't going to be easy." answers the Headmistress.

"Life was never easy." interrupts the girl, looking at her professor, before her eyes focused on the eyes of the wise Headmaster. "But the truth is that, for him," she looks at the small baby, "life was well more difficult than we will ever be able to imagine." She looks at all the adults. "And I'm prepared to change everything."

"Are you certain?" questions the Headmistress.

"Yes," she answers giving them a small smile, while her tears continue to flow. "That's what I want...with all of my love."

"Very well." answers the Headmaster, "You will have all our support. That's something that you can count forever, doubtless of restraints. After all, is to him that we owe our lives."

"But, despite of everything, he's not going to have his name," she states firmly. "I'm certain that the Potters deserve a little rest and peace."

"And what's the name, that you're going to give him?" questions the man in front of her.

The girl smiled:

"I will give him my name." she answers "I don't have the intention of

letting him pass for everything, again. I know how unfortunate he felt being famous. I think that, finally, we'll be able to give peace to the boy that, previously, was called Harry James Potter." she looks at the man in front of her, the one that brought the baby to her arms. "What do you think, Sirius?"

Sirius agrees with a nod of his head:

"James and Lily would be proud."

"As we all are," answers the man that helped Hermione get up off of the ground. Hermione smiles in his direction.

"Thanks for the support, professor Lupin. I know that Harry would say thanks."

"And don't forget us." interrupts the professor, the Headmistress. "We will never leave you alone."

"Thanks, Professor McGonagall." Hermione looks at the old, wise Headmaster. "Thank you for the permission, to let me stay with Harry."

"I know the connection that you had with another, and I'm certain that he will be in good hands."

"Thanks professor Dumbledore. It's very important to me to take care of Harry. He is a part of my life and he always will be."

Dumbledore smiled. "Good luck, Hermione Elizabeth Granger."

She smiled before focusing her attention to the baby that was in her arms: «Yes», she thinks, «You're going to begin the life that you never had and, this time,» she looks at the forehead of the boy, plain and smooth «without your famous scar.»

Oh no no no

Yeah their lives were stole

Now we'll never know

We were here all together yesterday

We'll never know…

THE END

Author's Note - Despite the fact that the song doesn't, very well, justify everything that happened in this story, in the end, I found it appropriate to make this a song-fic, since it's explains that the life of Harry was stolen from the time he was a year old. If you think about it, Harry was never a normal kid. He always worried about what could happen, more to his friends than to himself. I think that, despite everything, Harry has a sad life and his adolescence is stolen by the fact that he has been obliged to grow up faster then the others.