[ VOLUME FOUR ]
CHAPTER 106;
that's life
[ MAY TWENTY-FOURTH, 97' ]
No one in particular,
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'That's life, that's what all the people say
You're riding high in April, shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top in June. Funny as that may seem, some people get their kicks stomping on a dream. But I don't let it get me down 'cause this
fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet
A pawn and a king. I've been up and down and over and out, and I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face, I pick myself up and get back in the race...
I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain't gonna buy it. And if I didn't think it was worth one single try, I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly. Many times I thought of cutting out,
but my heart won't buy it.
But if there's nothing shaking, come this here July, I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die'
AN: the latter part of this scene is largely non canon-compliant. i've completely removed the aspect of Draco/Harry's encounter in the bathroom because I feel it serves the plot I'm angling towards better if he's a bit more surprised by what happens at the end. I think Harry deserves a bit of lighthearted fun, to play quidditch for the last time in his school years (and just be a boy!) than 10 Saturday detentions with Snape.
Also, if it hasn't been clear in prior chapters, I've chosen Parvati Patil as Harry's love interest as it fulfills what wasn't viable with Hera/Cedric's fling, while also giving him the opportunity to connect with what little he knows of his heritage, as very early on in this book, I established Euphemia's desi origin.
Happy reading (double update, you're very welcome), I wrote the chant myself so I apologise if it's too cringe-worthy, I've only been to one rugby match in my life and that's done little to help lol. Thanks to all keeping up with this story and upvoting!
There was the much younger Slughorn, with his thick, shiny, straw-coloured hair and his gingery-blond moustache, sitting again in the comfortable winged armchair in his office, his feet resting upon a velvet pouffe, a small glass of wine in one hand, the other rummaging in a box of crystallized pineapple.
And there were the half dozen teenage boys sitting around Slughorn with Tom Riddle in the midst of them, Marvolo's gold-and-black ring gleaming on his finger.
"Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?" Riddle asked.
"Tom, Tom, if I knew I couldn't tell you, "
Slughorn wagged his finger reprovingly at Riddle, though winking at the same time.
"I must say, I'd like to know where you get your information, boy — more knowledgeable than half the staff, you are!"
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