Wer bist du?(Who are you?)
Wer bist du?(Who are you?)
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Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters, settings, and situations created and owned
by J. K. Rowling as published by, including and not limited, to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner
Bros., Inc. The use of these characters and settings is for entertainment
purposes only; no infringement is intended or should be inferred. I also do not
own the song Wer bist
(A/N): Just a warning I’ve had some trouble with
uploading this story and the lyrics from the song. I’ve bolded the lyrics so
that, in case it gets uploaded double-spaced, you can see the differences.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Are You?
Hermione stalked into the Three Broomsticks
in Hogsmeade. Her expression sent many people away
from her as fast as they could move. Her normally flat stomach was stretched and
swollen as she was well into pregnancy.
She blamed her foul mood on
hormonal imbalances as she ordered a pumpkin juice. She looked down at her
stomach as she felt a slight kick from its occupant.
regen
an
zu
Teil von mir
I feel you moving
inside me
Your life is just
beginning
I close my eyes
I see you then
I’ve been enchanted
I listen inside
myself
You are part of me
She looked down trying to imagine
what he or she may look like. She seemed in a trance lost in her child’s antics
as she whispered, “Who are you?”
normal\'>Wer
normal\'>Warum
einfach das
normal\'>Wer
normal\'>Nur
um bei mir
normal\'>Nur
um bei mir
Who are you? Where
did you come from? Have you been alone long?
Why is life simply
sending you to me?
Who are you? Why are
you alive?
Just to be with me?
Just to be with me?
She wondered about why she was
getting such a precious gift. The she felt, or possibly imagined, feeling her
child’s heart beat beneath her own. She smiled down at her unseen child and
whispered. “You know more about me than just about anyone. It’s kind of funny
how, while you’re inside me, I can talk about anything. You’re great at
listening.” ‘Will her/his smile be like mine or will it be like Harry’s? Either
way she/he will always be a part of us.’
unter meinem
zu keinem
dir an
Your heart beats
beneath mine
You’re slowly growing
I talk to you like
with no one
You listen to it
I think of your smile
Thinking of your face
They are a part of me
She began to think of what it
would be like to hold her child. ‘Hold my
child,’ she thought wistfully. ‘What will she/he look like?’ Her mind raced
with the possibilities. In her mind’s eye she pictured a young girl with
Harry’s eyes and but who had her hair, or a young boy who looked so much like
his father it was scary but with her brown eyes. Scenes from possible futures
played in her mind’s eye.
table. “I don’t get it. Why is it so hard to learn how to fly on a broom?”
girl’s predicament. She could see so much of herself in the child and a secret
smile played across her lips. “Em you can’t learn
about flying from a book. Trust me on that one. Your father…
A smile played across her lips as
she strayed from one scene to another.
into his mother’s room an upset expression and holding his Firebolt
2010 racing broom. She looked at him sighed and asked, “What’s wrong honey?”
it?” He looked down at it angered by the fact he couldn’t figure it out. She
leaned over and said, “Let me have a look at it honey.”
Another kick from her womb brought
her out of her daydream.
“It’s alright little one,” she
whispered, smiling. “No need to go roughhousing around inside your poor
mother.”
normal\'>Wann
halten?normal\'>
normal\'>Wann
an?
normal\'>Wann
mir?normal\'>
mir dann?
da
von dir
When will I hold you?
When can I see you?
When will you speak
to me?
What will you say to
me then?
For to long you
haven’t been here
I walk through the
rain
I breathe for you
I’m part of you
Her bad mood was nothing but a
distant memory as small smile graced her lips. She turned when she heard
someone clear their throat behind her. She came face to face with the love of
her life, whose face was masked in a look of worry.
“Are you ok love?” he asked. “I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you…You know that right?”
“Yes, Harry, I know that,” she
told him as she smiled, her eyes filled with emotion. “It’s just these crazy
hormones going wild. I’m fine now. I just had to do some thinking.”
Harry grinned in return before
asking, “So, what were you thinking about love?”
normal\'>Wer
normal\'>Warum
einfach das
normal\'>Wer
normal\'>Nur
bei mir zu
sein?normal\'>
normal\'>Nur
um bei mir
Who are you? Where
did you come from? Have you been alone long?
Why is life simply
sending you to me?
Who are you? Why are
you alive?
Just to be with me?
Just to be with me?
(A/N): Hi everyone I came across
this song a while ago and thought that it would make a decent one shot. The
song is by an Austrian group called Papermoon. I hope
my translation didn’t hurt the image I was trying to convey. Also, I didn’t
include the second chorus because it hurt the flow. I hope you enjoyed the
story. It’s my first attempt at a song-fic. Please
R&R. Oh and special thanks to my beta Shel. She
at least worked on the story like she said she would while my other beta
mysteriously got to busy to help.