A/N: I was inspired...by Hallelujah. (I am using Jeff Buckley's version), and couldn't get it outta myhead...this is my first "songfic" posted. I have another waiting. Don't judge. (ONESHOT)
Disclaimer: If I owned the song Hallelujah, I wouldn't be singing the background of it in chorus...
Disclaimer 2: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, by the fourth book, it wouldn't be appropriate for innocent eyes...
Severus Snape was walking the dark and silent halls of Hogwarts for his nightly patrols. It was silent.
Snape's head snapped up as the sound of a piano punctured the silence. He followed the sound to an empty classroom. Looking inside, his jaw dropped, and he gasped quietly.
Inside the classroom sat Harry Potter in front of a piano playing a song that Snape vaguely recognized from his childhood church.
Snape got the rest of the staff. When they arrived, the song had changed to one that was sad-sounding.
Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Snape - and the rest of the staff for that matter - gasped at his voice. It was somehow both baritone and soprano at the same time. Beautiful.
The boy's eyes were closed as his fingers drifted across the piano without fail. Everyone saw the tears start to fall, but chose not to comment, because the part wasn't finished
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...
Snape immediately recognized song.
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Everyone present vaguely recognized the song as well, but couldn't place it to a name.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...
They were so entranced that they almost missed the girl that came out of the shadows. She had jet black hair, and emerald eyes. No glasses. She was wearing a deep blue dress that flowed as she walked.
Ivy Potter took over the piano, and her honey silk voice joined her brother's.
Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor (you know)
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
She was gorgeous, as was her voice. Angelic. Everyone was even more entranced. Soon, every student at Hogwarts was there, jaws dropping open when they saw the 15-year-old Goddess sitting there.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...
The muggleborns knew what was next, so they sang along
There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do ya?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Everyone was too entranced by the Goddess that they didn't even snicker at the innuendo.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...
Everyone knew what was next.
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Dumbledore saw the truth and emotion in Ivy's eyes.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Everyone present hummed along.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
They sang the last line.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
With that, Ivy fell back in a dead faint.