Formation

Hello everybody! This is my first Harry Potter story- this idea has been at me for ages so I had to write it out properly. I hope you all enjoy this new story. I own nothing in this story except the plot.

'You stink Potter!' 'Potter Stinks!' 'You stink!'

Yeah, like I don't already know that?

This was not what was supposed to happen. There was only supposed to be one Hogwarts Triwizard Champion, not two. But someone must have tampered with the Goblet of Fire and put my name in. Now, instead of three Triwizard Champions, there are four- Viktor Krum for Durmstrang, Fleur Delacour for Beauxbatons, Cedric Diggory for Hogwarts, and me, Harry Potter for Hogwarts.

Yes. Me. A fourteen-year-old boy competing in the Triwizard Tournament. This was not supposed to happen.

And because I'm in the Triwizard Tournament, everybody hates me. They all believe that I put my name in so I'd get even more attention. Even my best friend- now my ex-best friend- Ron Weasley believes that. It's been a week since then and he still won't talk to me.

I've still got my other best friend, Hermione Granger, and I'm thankful for that, but all Hermione wants to do is go to the library and work, work, work, all the time. Still, I shouldn't really complain. She is always there to help me with my homework.

But it's still not the same. I miss Ron and going to the library is very boring.

The only good thing so far is Divination classes have been cancelled for now. Professor Trelawney is off somewhere I don't know, and I don't really care. I hate Divination.

Instead of Divination, I have a free period and I've been spending it in the Room of Requirement. I discovered it by accident when I was wandering around the Seventh Floor corridor. It's filled with a lot of old books and tables and all that junk, but I don't care. It's the only place where I can be alone. Away from all the jeering, the laughs, the torture.

The torture kills me inside. It's not fair! I never wanted to be in this stupid tournament! I don't want eternal glory.

Why can't I be a normal wizard? All I'm ever going to be is Harry Potter, 'The Boy Who Lived'. I would give anything- and I mean anything- to be able to say 'It's been thirteen years. Get over it!' What I would give to be a normal wizard in training with parents.

Anything.

For some reason, whenever I am in the Room of Requirement, I find myself singing a song. It's not a special song, but I've always known it for some reason.

I'm singing it again today, leaning against the window, looking out at everyone else. I can see them, but they can't see me, and I'm thankful for that. Absent-mindedly, I start to sing.

'Sun goes down,

And we are here together...

Fireflies glow like

A thousand charms...'

As I sing, in my head, I hear someone else sing with me. In the very back of my mind, I can see someone, a woman holding a little baby in her arms, singing to him.

My mother, holding me gently, her voice soothing me to sleep.

'Stay with me,

And you can dream forever,

Right here in my arms...'

I can't help but cry a little when I sing that. I can't really remember Mum or Dad, but even so, everyday I miss them. Ever since, they were taken away from me by Lord Voldemort, I've missed them.

'It's magic,

When you are here beside me

Close your eyes,

And let me hold you tight...

Everything that I could ever need is

Right here in my arms... tonight...'

I close my eyes, remembering vaguely, how my mother used to hold me safely in her arms, pressing her lips gently against my forehead.

'Sounds of day... fade away...

Stars begin to climb...

Melodies... fill the breeze...

Sweeter all the time...

Sweeter all... the time...'

I open my eyes, wiping away the tears. The memory returns to my mind, where it'll stay until it comes out again.

Suddenly my ears prick in fright. I can hear clapping. Someone steps out and I blush bright red.

'Trés bien Harry!' smiles Fleur Delacour, walking towards me. 'Merveilleux.'

'Oh, uh- hello Fleur. W-what are you d-doing here?' I stammer, jumping off the windowsill. 'I was walking down the corridor, reading when I heard you singing. I was so intrigued, I had to find who it was. And I have.' she explains. I feel like an oven has turned on inside me, I'm so embarrassed. 'There iiz no need to be eembarrassed Harry. You have a beautiful voice.' she says. My face turns even redder.

Fleur sits down on the windowsill beside me. 'Vere did you learn zat song Harry?' she asks. 'My mother used to sing to me when I was a baby. It always got me to sleep.' I say. Oh shit, the tears are coming again. I get a surprise when Fleur puts her arms round me.

'I am sorry Harry. I did not mean to upset you.' she says. 'Oh, I'm alright. It just... hurts a little sometimes. And it hurts now when everyone's turned against me.' I say. Fleur gives me a hug and a tissue to dry my tears.

'I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire Fleur. I don't want 'eternal glory'. Sometimes I would give anything to be a normal wizard. Not 'The Boy Who Lived' Harry Potter. Just Harry Potter. I've had enough faces with death to last me a lifetime. I would never enter something that could cost me my life.' I say.

'Harry...' says Fleur, her eyes wide with shock. I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said any of that.

'Harry, I am so sorry that I didn't believe you that night. Now that I see how you really feel about it, makes me feel truly ashamed of myself for not believing you. I am truly sorry.' she says. 'Thank you Fleur. You had no reason to believe me that night.' I answer. She pulls me into a hug and we cling to each other tightly.

After a few minutes, we stand up and wander around the room together, looking through the junk. Suddenly Fleur stops in front of something. She moves away the books on top and lifts the lid. It's a piano.

'Wonderful!' she says, pulling up an old chair. 'You play?' I ask, surprised. 'Yes, since I was six.' she answers.

Fleur starts to play another song I recognise. I look at her for permission, then I start to sing.

'Making my way downtown.

Walking fast

Faces pass

And I'm home bound.

Staring blankly ahead,

Just making my way,

Making a way

Through the crowd.

And I need you

And I miss you

And now I wonder...

If I could fall

Into the sky,

Do you think time

Would pass me by?

'Cause you know, I'd walk

A thousand miles

If I could just see you... tonight.'

I start to grin happily. Fleur smiles as well as her fingers fly over the piano keys.

'It's always times like these

When I think of you.

And I wonder if you ever

Think of me.

'Cause everything's so wrong

And I don't belong

Living in your precious memory.

'Cause I need you.

And I miss you.

And now I wonder...

If I could fall

Into the sky

Do you think time

Could pass me by?

'Cause you know I'd walk

A thousand miles

If I could just see you... tonight.'

Fleur lets out a little laugh as she plays more. The both of us start singing the next part together.

(Both)

'And I... I...

Don't want to let you go

I... I...

Drown in your memory

I... I...

Don't want to let this go

I... I...

Don't...'

(Harry)

'Making my way downtown

Walking fast,

Faces pass

And I'm homebound.

(Fleur)

'Staring blankly ahead

Just making my way,

Making a way

Through the crowd.

(Both)

'And I still need you.

And I still miss you.

And now, I wonder...'

(Harry)

'If I could fall,

Into the sky,

Do you think time,

Could pass us by?'

(Fleur)

''Cause you know, I'd walk

A thousand miles,

If I could just see you...

Oh...'

(Both)

'If I could fall,

Into the sky,

Do you think time

Would pass me by?

'Cause you know, I'd walk

A thousand miles

If I could just see you...

If I could just hold you...

Tonight.'

Fleur plays the last few notes, the both of us taking deep breaths. When she finishes, we both grin at each other.

'Wow! I have to say, that was great fun!' she says. I laugh happily. 'Yes it was. I think we sounded pretty good!' I say.

Suddenly we hear more clapping! Fleur and I whip around in shock.

'Wow, you guys were just brilliant!' says Cedric as he and Viktor walk out from behind a pile of junk! Oh hell! Fleur smiles at them sweetly. 'Thank you gentlemen.' she says. I turn away, my face the colour of my Quidditch robes.

'I did not know that you could sing Harry.' says Viktor, coming up behind me. I turn and give him a shaky smile. 'Guess it's just a hidden talent.' I joke.

Cedric puts his arm around me. 'Don't look so embarrassed Harry. You're fantastic!' he says. I shrug sadly. 'Sure I am. Now, you can tell your friends that you caught the attention-seeking Potter caterwauling.' I say sarcastically. Cedric tilts my head to look at him. 'Do you really think that I would do that to you Harry?' he asks.

I look at him for a moment. I see the look in his eyes. He's serious. He'd never tell. 'In fact, do you think you can keep one of my secrets?' he asks. I nod slowly. With a smile, Cedric searches through the junk for a few seconds and then pulls out another instrument. A guitar.

'You play ze guitar Cedric?' asks Fleur excitedly. 'Well... a little bit. When my dad's not around.' he answers softly. He tests it for the correct key and then starts to play.

'Imagine there's no heaven...

It's easy if you try.

No hell below us,

Above us only sky.

Imagine all the people,

Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries.

It isn't hard to do.

Nothing to kill or die for,

And no religion too.

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer,

But I'm not the only one.

I hope someday, you'll join us,

And the world will be as one.'

Fleur, Viktor and I break out in applause when Cedric finishes. 'That was fantastic Cedric! You were amazing!' I tell him. 'Ah, no. I'm not really.' he says, smiling a little. 'Yes you were! Do not deny it!' grins Fleur.

I turn to Viktor. 'Can you sing Viktor?' I ask. He shakes his head. 'No, not really. But I can play an instrument.' he answers. He looks around at all the junk, then notices something sticking out from underneath an old curtain. He pulls it aside to reveal a drum kit. Picking up two sticks, Viktor sits down.

'This should be good.' Cedric whispers to me.

And it is. Not just good, brilliant. Viktor performs an amazing solo on the drums; Fleur's mouth drops open in surprise. When Viktor finishes, we give him a round of applause. 'That was great Viktor!' says Cedric. 'Even Bulgarians have a hidden talent!' jokes Viktor.

'I wonder what it would sound like if we all play together.' says Fleur. Cedric and I look at one another. 'It's worth trying out.' I say.

So Cedric picks up the guitar, Fleur sits down at the piano, Viktor taps his drumsticks and I take a deep breath, clear my throat. They start to play, I start to sing.

'Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall.'

'Wow, we actually sound pretty good together.' says Cedric. 'Yeah...maybe we should form a band?' I suggest. I don't think they'll take me seriously.

'Yes we should! We sound great together!' says Fleur. 'Yes- this will surprise everybody!' agrees Viktor. 'Absolutely, why shouldn't we?' grins Cedric. I look at the three smiling faces and I have to smile back. For the first time since my name came out of the Goblet of Fire, I feel really happy.

'Vat should we call our band?' asks Viktor. 'What do you think Harry?' Cedric asks me. I think about it for a few minutes. Then I've got it.

'How about... 'United We Stand'?' I suggest. 'I like it!' says Fleur. 'It works great!' agrees Viktor. 'Then 'United We Stand' it is.' smiles Cedric.

Suddenly the bell goes off. 'Oh shoot!' I grumble. 'We've gotta go. When should we meet again?' asks Cedric.

We all agree to meet up again tomorrow at the break and practice for an hour. Then we all go our seperate ways; Fleur to her carraige, Viktor to his ship, Cedric to his Muggle Studies class and me to my Transfiguration class.

I collapse into my seat next to Hermione. 'Have a good break Harry?' she asks, getting out her books. 'Yes thanks.' I say, ignoring the death stares from Ron. For the first time since the Goblet of Fire, I feel really happy.

And that's the end of the first chapter! Let me know what you all thought! Please rate and review and let me know if I should continue!