I'm very sorry that I haven't written any stories in so long. What with boarding school and then leaving and working on my own personal story with my friends i haven't managed to put my idea onto paper.

This story is about after the fall of Voldemort. It's based mainly around the character Chessy, part of the band BEWITCHED. And how music heals both her friends as well as Harry's. (God that sounds Cheesy)

I want it to be very clear that I didn't write these songs and that they are the property of their own artists. The reason I chose these songs is because i love them. If anyone has any requests please do tell. By the way, for the purposes of the story I'm saying that the songs mentioned were written by BEWITCHED and then sold on to muggle artists. Of course this does not happen in real life so please no one sue me. I also do not own HARRY POTTER. I'd like to apologise for any typos and if the lyrics are wrong and to point out that i have changed them slightly to make them more appropriate to the story.

Chessy stood there glaring out at the audience with a blank expression on her face, letting the tension build. Her foot tapped twice to the beat before bursting out with the words.

No attorney's

To plead my case

No orbits

To send me into outta space

And my fingers

Are bejewelled

With diamonds and gold

But that ain't gonna help me now

Chessy felt herself getting into it, but refused to let herself let go to the music. It wasn't the time or place. In front of an audience of only a hundred was not the place to start freak dancing.

I'm trouble

Yeah, Trouble now

I'm trouble ya'll

I disturb my town

I'm trouble

Yeah, Trouble now

I'm trouble ya'll

I got trouble in my town

Kendra gave her a look from behind her mike as Chessy caught her eye by accident. Loosen up a little. The look screamed at her.

Cheesy knew she was stiff and the crowd where not as hyped as they ought to have been. Chessy moved around a little. She hated having to sing the others songs.

You think you're right

But you were wrong

You tried take me

But I knew it all along

You can take me

For a ride

I'm not a-fooling

So you'd better run a lot

They each usually sang their own songs. There band, Bewitched, had three members and they each wrote their own songs that were intricately linked to their own personalities. Kendra usually wrote love songs and Bree wrote hyper playful songs about partying and Chessabelle wrote... well she wrote whatever came to her mind. Chessy's songs meant a lot to her. They were from her heart and singing something she (a) didn't truly understand and (b) didn't feel anything for wasn't something she was ever comfortable with.

The only thing that she really liked in this song was the music to it. It had an amazing beat. Chessy felt more in her element when a guitar solo came up. She played with more feeling. Chessy could feel Kendra's approving gaze on her back.

It's all about the fans Chessy decided I'm acting like a teenager throwing a strop. Chessy ignored the voice in her head that said you are a teenager. And you are throwing a strop. The fans. I have no right to do thus to them Chessy forced herself to think. Chessy danced her freak dancing to the music, grabbing the mike from its stand. The crowd got louder and once the song ended they were calling for more. But Kendra and Chessy walked of the stage and let the other band to troop on stage.

'You cool?' Kendra asked Chessy looking at her oddly.

'Yeah. Why?' Chessy asked out of breath still.

'You're shaking,' Kendra pointed out. Chessy realised that she was quivering lightly.

'Nothing. It just feels weird singing that song without Bree,' Chessy trailed off slightly.

'Yeah. Hope she's alright,' Kendra replied softly for them both. Just before the last song one of the stage crew had said there was a call for Bethany Malone. Bethany had paled when she heard and walked off without a word to answer it. Mrs. Malone had terminal liver cancer and things had been terribly tense over the last few weeks.

'Hope Mrs. Malone's okay,' Chessy whispered looking at Kendra who was thinking the same thing. The band girls had grown up together and Mrs. Malone was like a second mother to them all.

Chessy had a strong recollection of the time when she was only twelve and she'd run away from home after a huge argument and ran straight to Mrs. Malone sobbing wildly. Mrs. Malone had hugged her hard and comforted her. In the end she fell asleep in the woman's arms. Her heart squeezed hard. Chessy looked up to Kendra and saw a tear slip down her cheek. Chessy's priorities changed quickly. She had to take charge of Kendra and make sure the concert went perfectly. For Mrs. Malone as well as Bree.

'Stop crying. It's not going to help,' Chessy commanded. Kendra looked at her with a broken look on her face.

'But Chessy. What if-,' Kendra asked.

'Nothing's wrong,' Chessy forced the shiver out of her voice and kept her voice stern. She decided to change the subject, 'What are we going to do for the next song if Bree doesn't turn up.' Chessy turned instinctively as she heard the sound of Bree's footstep.

The blood ran out of her face as she saw Bree's sob streaked face. Her heart collapsed and died. Without even thinking more, Kendra and Chessy hugged her as one. Bree collapsed and wept hard.

'She's gone,' Bree choked.

A-N: I did mean to get straight into the story and to make it more magical but i decided to show their characters a bit more before bringing Harry in by making Bree's mum die before, rather than after Harry arrives. Please review but do so CONSTRUCTIVLY.

I don't want people having a go at me because they have their own issues instead of then actually feeling that there is something wrong with my story.

Lots Of Love

xxannniexx