In the car on the way to King's Cross Station, Dudley sat in front
with Uncle Vernon and insisted on changing the stations of the radio. When
he found a new hit song, he sat back and listened, content. Harry rather
liked the song, for no apparent reason, so he decided to listen instead of
finish his (messy) letter to Sirius.
Under a lover's sky / Gonna be with you / And no one's gonna be around / You think that you would fall / Well, just wait until / Til the sun goes down / Underneath the starlight / Starlight / There's a magical feeling so right / It'll steal your heart tonight!
"Hey, boy! Get your trunk, we're here! And never ask me to drive you to this, this. place again!" As soon as Harry jumped out of the car with his things, Uncle Vernon was off. Yeah, I'll miss you too, Harry thought bitterly.
Still, as he made his way onto Platform 9 and ¾, he couldn't help but smile. It was his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Last year, Voldemort had finally been defeated with only a little help from Harry. He'd had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach all summer, like something was telling him that something weird and wonderful was going to happen to him this year. Of course it was sad that he would be graduating, but it also meant he was a full-grown wizard - he would be able to move out of the Dursley's, get a job, and a life of his own! Yeah, it might be sad, but this was bound to be the best year ever!
* * *
Draco sighed. A Muggle taxi. A common Muggle taxi! He was appalled at the mode of transportation his mother had arranged for him. The driver thought he was right insane, what with his large trunk and eagle owl, and Draco rather thought the same of him. He sighed and looked out the window as the driver turned up the radio.
You can try to resist/Try to hide from my kiss/But you know/But you know that you/Can't fight the moonlight/Deep in the dark/You'll surrender your heart/But you know/But you know that you/Can't fight the moonlight, no./You can't fight it. /It's gonna get to your heart.
Stupid Muggle music. Stupid Muggle taxi. Stupid. stupid. stupid heart! He'd been trying to get rid of the nagging feeling all summer, but it just wouldn't go away. and Draco was afraid this year at school would make it worse.
Under a lover's sky / Gonna be with you / And no one's gonna be around / You think that you would fall / Well, just wait until / Til the sun goes down / Underneath the starlight / Starlight / There's a magical feeling so right / It'll steal your heart tonight!
"Hey, boy! Get your trunk, we're here! And never ask me to drive you to this, this. place again!" As soon as Harry jumped out of the car with his things, Uncle Vernon was off. Yeah, I'll miss you too, Harry thought bitterly.
Still, as he made his way onto Platform 9 and ¾, he couldn't help but smile. It was his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Last year, Voldemort had finally been defeated with only a little help from Harry. He'd had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach all summer, like something was telling him that something weird and wonderful was going to happen to him this year. Of course it was sad that he would be graduating, but it also meant he was a full-grown wizard - he would be able to move out of the Dursley's, get a job, and a life of his own! Yeah, it might be sad, but this was bound to be the best year ever!
* * *
Draco sighed. A Muggle taxi. A common Muggle taxi! He was appalled at the mode of transportation his mother had arranged for him. The driver thought he was right insane, what with his large trunk and eagle owl, and Draco rather thought the same of him. He sighed and looked out the window as the driver turned up the radio.
You can try to resist/Try to hide from my kiss/But you know/But you know that you/Can't fight the moonlight/Deep in the dark/You'll surrender your heart/But you know/But you know that you/Can't fight the moonlight, no./You can't fight it. /It's gonna get to your heart.
Stupid Muggle music. Stupid Muggle taxi. Stupid. stupid. stupid heart! He'd been trying to get rid of the nagging feeling all summer, but it just wouldn't go away. and Draco was afraid this year at school would make it worse.