It Started with Talent
"HOGWARTS TALENT SHOW"
"So a talent show huh? You should enter Drakie-poo." Pansy the currently blond Slytherin commented. She turned to look adoringly at her companion. Draconius Malfoy. With his white blond hair, almost molten silver gaze. He was essentially a god. Sex on legs.
Said 'Sex God' gave a glare that could set an igloo on fire. "Did I not tell you to stop calling me that." He stared a while longer to get his point across. "Besides, I don't have to enter some silly contest to prove how wonderful and talented I am." He flounced off leaving a lingering smell of expensive cologne.
Elsewhere in the castle a group of friends dubbed 'The Golden Trio' sat holding a flyer for the very same talent show.
"So you going to enter the show Monie, Merlin knows you're the most talented witch at Hogwarts." Ron sputtered out, as he gazed at his girlfriend with love shinning in his eyes.
Hermonie smiled "Aren't you sweet Ron, but my talents run more to the scholarly department. What about you Harry?"
Harry turned to her with a small smile. "Oh yes. I already entered. Dumbledore told me before school started that there would be a talent show."
Seventh year was a new beginning for Harry. With Voldemort defeated at the end of his sixth year, he was ready for things to pick up for him. One would be showing his talent to the school. Show that he was more than just a powerful wizard. Show he was someone worthy to someone very special.
"Over the summer Harry? What are you up to?" Hermonie questioned. She was really too cleaver sometimes.
"You'll just have to wait and see." Standing up Harry stretched. Wearing tight black jeans and a deep red button up shirt, he was a beacon for the eyes. Many eyes were on him as his shirt lifted to show a small strip of his abs.
Ron shook his head. "Damn mate you sure you aren't part veela or something."
Harry chuckled quietly, and shook his head to the negative. "I have to go practice. I'll see you guys later."
***************One Month Later*************************
Today was the day. The talent show. He had been practicing for the last month in secret. And there was no small amount of curiosity on just what his talent would be.
Dumbledore smiled as the performers left the stage. Only one more act to go. "Thank you for that. Everyone another round of applause for Crabe and Goyle and the Amazing Belching. Very uh…different. " There was a small scattering of applause from the audience.
The great hall had been turned into a mock theater. With rows of seats and a stage at the front of the room. It was beautiful, put together by some of the Muggle raised students. Harry stood back stage, he patted Crabe and Goyle on their backs as they walked by.
"Ok and for our last act tonight," Dumbledore began
Harry felt his stomach flip over, he could do this he could. If everything went according to plan he would have everything he had ever wanted.
*******************Three Months Ago*********************
Hagwarts grounds was covered in smoke and static. Harry stood staring off into the distance. Voldemort was gone forever this time. He had finally done it. He had done what he was foretold to do so many years ago.
As he had stood before one of the most feared wizards of his time, and he loved. It WAS love that could defeat Voldormort. It was his need to free the person he loved from the grasp of this madman. To be with his love.
He thought back on the conversation he had with his love.
'I want to be with you. Why can't we be together?' Harry had asked
'This war. It's everything to you. The outcome everything to us all.'
'That doesn't explain anything.'
'When everything that you care about, all that you care about, is ME. Then we can be together'
***********************The Talent Show*****************
"Hedonism." Dumbledore smiled as he walked off stage.
The lights all went off in the great hall. And slowly the curtains pulled back onstage. A guitar stared to play. The cords soft barely there….
And then someone started to sing….
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
The lights came up…and there he was Harry…standing in front of a band. His now shoulder length hair blowing around his head. Tight leather pants held his legs. They were laced up, his black boots on his feet. That's it…no shirt.
As years go by
I race the clock with you
But if you died right now
You know that I'd die too
I'd die too
Who was he singing to…that was the question on everyone's minds. For Harry WAS singing to someone. He was looking out into the audience with a focused look….
You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was (I was)
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does
Seamus was playing the drums like a man possessed. Harry sang on, with Dean on one side of him, playing his guitar with determination and dedication. Neville was on Harry's other side, playing the bass guitar. And doing a damn fine job of it…
We'll make the same mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
Cause I know I still do
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Should I bite my tongue?
Until blood soaks my shirt
We'll never fall apart
Tell me why this hurts so much
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
But still we'll say, "remember when"
Just like we always do
Just like we always do
Harry turned his back, and some gasped at what they saw others were to enthralled to do more that hang on his every word, or note as it were. On his back, one on each shoulder, were tattoos of wings. Beatuiful black feathers wings. Harry turned and his voice rang out steadily getting stronger….
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Yeah I'd spill my heart!
Yeah I'd spill my heart for you!
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Mistakes like friends do
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Made the same mistakes
And was they watched….the platform raised and Harry was taken higher into the air. They watched…The wings became real. Harry stood on the stage with two black feathered wings spread behind him.
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
Until the day I die!
Harry stood on the raised platform, his wings spread around him he looked like a god. He held his hand out. Looking, standing still, out into the audience. The band kept playing and the song slowly ended.
Seeing something that no one else did, Harry smiled and jumped from the platform. Slowly he glided to the floor. He wrapped his arms around someone. His wings were blocking out all onlookers.
"I spilled my heart for you." Harry whispered to the person in his arms.
"And now, now we can be together." His love responded
Harry stepped back and gasps rang out once more. In Harry's arms was Draco Malfoy.
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STORY OF THE YEAR "Until The Day I Die" LYRICS