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Disclaimer-
This is Harry Potter story/songfic based on the song " Lucky," by
Britney Spears. I just changed the words and format around a bit. The story
sets during Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts- after he's just been picked fourth
champion. Anyways, Britney owns her song " Lucky", and J.K. Rowling
owns ALL the Harry Potter characters. Please don't be too harsh, this fic isn't
as corny as the title might sound! Thanks!
Early
morning
He wakes
up
Knock,
knock, knock
on the
door
Time to
make a perfect smile
It's you
they're all waiting for
They go…
Isn't he
lucky
This
Hollywood Star?
October 31-
Dear Journal,
Right now, I'm sitting alone
in the warm Gryffindor Common room, watching the flames in the fireplace
crackle merrily. Everyone else has long gone to bed, but I can't sleep. All I
can think about is the events that had happened today.
Earlier this evening, during
the Halloween Feast, the champions for the Triwizard Tournament were picked. I
became the fourth champion. There were only supposed to be three champions, one
from each of the three participating schools; Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons.
So I dunno where I came from.
No one believes me that I
didn't enter the contest by myself, and that someone else must have put my name
in the Goblet of Fire; which chooses the names of who will be the champions.
They all think that I must have somehow tricked the Goblet into accepting my
name even though everyone knows I'm not of age.
And then there's Ron. There's
something strange going on with him.
He's been
acting weird ever since I was chosen champion. After the party in the
Gryffindor Common room that Fred and George gave me, I went upstairs to the
dormitory and found Ron lying on his bed. He looked up at me and said,"
Congratulations" in very odd way. As if it was straining him to say so. I
tried to reason with him, trying to explain that it wasn't my fault, that
someone else must have put my name in the Goblet. However, Ron only smiled. He
smiled a big, fake, plastic smile and said, " Yeah, okay." Then he
wrenched his hangings shut around his four poster.
I stood by the door, thoughts
of confusion raced through my mind. I was so sure that Ron, of all people,
would believe me even when no one else would.
But I guess I was wrong.
Harry
And they
say…
He's so
lucky, he's a star
but he
sits up alone with
an empty
heart
Thinking
If there's
nothing missing
in my life
then why
do I feel so alone?
November 1-
Dear Journal,
I have never felt so alone. I
woke up this morning, but Ron wasn't there. Obviously, he had gone down to
breakfast without me. Trying not to let that bother me, I got out of bed,
changed and went downstairs.
But at least Hermione is one my
side. I went with a walk with her this morning, by the lake. She believes me, at least. Maybe that's what
I like about her so much. She's practible. She doesn't let jealousy or anything
stand in her way. Unlike Ron.
Hermione told me this morning
that Ron wasn't angry with me, but only jealous. Jealous? What for? I asked.
That's when it suddenly hit me. Hermione went on, explaining that coming from a
family of five older brothers, Ron was always constantly in their shadows. So
that's why Ron
isn't
speaking to me now. He's jealous. Jealous of me being picked champion. Suddenly
that made me extremely angry. What did Ron care about? Only the thousand
Galleons prize that came with being the champion to win the Tournament. Only
not having to do the end of the year exams. He never thought about how
dangerous it might be, facing all those unfamiliar obstacles when you're not of
age.
I was so angry with Ron that
I didn't really care that he wasn't talking to me anymore. Why didn't he trade
places with me, so he could feel how confusing my life is? Now that almost
everyone in school hates me, I'm sure Ron would be happy. I couldn't believe
how selfish Ron was being. But while I was so busy being angry toward him, I
never knew how much I was really missing him.
Harry
Lost in an
image
in a dream
But there's
no one
there to
wake him up
And the
world is spinning
And he
keeps on winning
But tell
me, what happens
when it
stops?
They go…
Isn't he
lucky
This
Hollywood Star?
November 3-
Dear Journal,
I've suddenly realized that
every night since I was picked champion, I've not been able to sleep at night.
My head is pounding feverishly. The common room is empty. No one ever bothers
to speak to me now, except for Hermione. Every day drags by, and all I can do
is worry about what was going to happen in early December. The First Task.
Meanwhile, almost everyone in
school, especially the Slytherins, are enjoying torturing me. I hate that
damned Draco Malfoy. I hope he goes to hell, along with the person that put my
name in the Goblet and caused me so much misery. What did I do to deserve this?
All the Hufflepuffs are against me too, because Cedric Diggory, their fellow
sixth year Gryffindor, was also picked as a champion. They, along with everyone
else, still believe that I put my name in the Goblet. Why won't anyone believe
me when I say I didn't do it? They all think I just want to get myself a little
bit more of fame, that I don't really care about entering the Tournament and
doing my best.
I can't tell you how hurt that makes
me feel. I feel so helpless, so vulnerable. Today Malfoy came up to me to ask
for my autograph. I almost punched him when he said that the only reason that
he wanted my autograph was because he doubted I would be around much longer.
Then he laughed and said that he bet I would only last ten minutes into the
First Task. I resisted my urge to go over and knock his teeth out while giving
him a black eye. I wouldn't let him get to me.
But I have to admit, as much as a
stupid prat Malfoy may be, he's right. I was only a fourth year, while all the
other champions were at least seventeen or older. They have had more experience
in magic than I have. I don't stand a chance.
Harry
And they
say…
He's so
lucky, he's a star
But he
sits up alone with
an empty
heart
Thinking
If there's
nothing missing
in my life
Then why
do I feel so alone?
December 14-
Dear Journal,
Sorry I haven't written for so
long. The teachers, especially, Professor McGonagall, have been piling up on
the homework. Anyway, tommorow is the First Task. It's almost midnight, but I'm
too preoccupied to sleep. Usually Ron and Hermione would stay up with me, but
Ron still isn't speaking to me. Not that I care, of course. I'm about to
make a prat out of myself in front of the whole school, and my best friend
isn't speaking to me because he's jealous. Why does that seem a bit wrong?
I feel like such an idiot,
sitting here in the Gryffindor Common room all alone. No one ever bothers to
speak to me now, except for Hermione. But even she gets annoyed with me
sometimes, when I tell her that I don't ever want to have to associate with Ron
again. But what does she know? She's not the one who's an outcast, who's about
to kill himself trying to fight a twenty foot tall dragon in less than 24
hours. I don't mean to sound so insensitive, but my head is pounding and all I
can see is this great big dragon popping up in front of me.
Well, I guess I better go to
sleep now, since it's almost 2 o'clock in the morning. My eyelids are drooping,
and my hand hurts like hell. The Common room is so quiet, it makes me nervous.
Will I survive tommorow? Or will I die? I wonder if I'm going to feel like this
for the rest of my life, sitting alone in an empty room with no one to talk to.
I feel so lonely, so isolated. It seems as though the whole world is against
me. The real question is, will I win or lose this war, and will it ever end?
Harry
Isn't he
lucky
this Hollywood
Star?
He is so
lucky
but why so
alone?
If there
is nothing
missing in
his life
Then why
does he feel
so alone?
He's so
lucky
He's a
star
But he
sits up alone
With an
empty heart
Thinking
If there's
nothing missing
in my life
Then why
do I feel so alone?