Notes

First of all, English is not my 1st language, so please forgive any mistake and feel free to point it out (respectfully, please).

I always wanted to see a story with songs of band that I like, so i decided to give it a shot. You may find the characters a little OOC, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

Eventually this story will contain some boyxboy.

This is just a little prolog, so I hope you like it.

Should I continue or just stop?

Please leave a review, tell me what you think. :)

Patt'

A New Beginning

The war was over. Harry was happier than he have ever been. Right after the war ender he thought that he would feel broken and without a purpose, but he didn't. Obviously he felt bad for the ones lost in the war; he never wanted any of that to happen. But, after all the mourning, the guilt and the sadness, all Harry could fell was pure happiness. He felt free, he felt that now he could finally be himself, just Harry, not the hero, not the Boy-Who-Lived, not the Chosen One. He knew his family would want him to live and be happy after all the suffering, loss and pain. Harry Potter had a new life to live and enjoy, and he was going to do it.

Harry had discovered his love for music a few years ago, when he started to play around with Dudley's old guitar, but never had the chance to explore it properly. He played during the boring summers at Privet Drive, and along with the guitar Harry sang, and realized that he was pretty good at it. This summer was no different than others, except that he was no longer in Privet Drive but at the Burrow. Harry had talked to Ginny about their relationship and both confessed that they weren't meant to be with each other. Ginny still liked Dean and Harry still liked dick. Harry knew he was gay since sixth year, but he still wanted to try to be with a girl. Back then he believed he didn't need another problem in his messed up life. But now there was nothing to worry about and he could finally be who he knew he was. Harry also told his friends about his preferences and they kind of expected it. Over all Harry Potter had plenty of reasons to be happy.

Lost in his thoughts he didn't see Hermione sit beside him on the couch.

"Hi Harry. Why are you here and not outside playing with the others?" Hermione asked smiling.

"Oh I just came in to have a glass of juice, but ended up sitting here just thinking a little. " Harry answered with honesty.

"Is everything ok?"

"Yes Hermione, it actually is. I am very well indeed." Harry said grinning "I just had the craziest idea! You play the piano don't you?"

"Yes, Harry I play, you already knew that" Hermione eyed him suspiciously. Harry had a wicked grin on his face.

"And Ron plays the drums. I was thinking ... none of us has much to do this summer, once we are going back to Hogwarts, so I thought that maybe you know we could get together and play something.. What do you think? " Hermione didn't know what to say, it was a good idea and it would get their minds of all the bad things they went through before.

"Actually I think it's a great idea. It would make a good hobby, other than read every book I own for the hundredth time " They both laughed as Ron entered the living room.

"Oh there you are! Harry you didn't come back, we lost mate." Ron said with a smile. "Oh I just stayed here talking to Hermione, sorry."

"Ron look, Harry got the most awesome and crazy idea!" Hermione told his boyfriend, excited. After they told Ron what they had been talking about, the red head agreed immediately, getting as excited as the other two.

Over the next few days they chose some muggle bands that they could play, and started to practice some of the songs. They practiced in the basement where the drum set was and as the days passed the better they were. Sometimes Ginny and George would assist and they'd have fun together singing very loud and making funny little voices.

Finally the September 1st arrived and the trio would go to Hogwarts one last time. They decided to take their music instruments with them, just to have a little fun in the weekends.

At the welcoming feast after the Sorting Ceremony, Headmistress McGonagall gave a speech with word full of hope and wishes. She told the returning 7th years that they would go to classes just for them, and have a new common room and new dormitories. Once inside their new place everyone went to their respective dormitories, which were occupied by pairs. Harry opened the door, which had his name on, without even noticing the other name. He found his trunk by the end of one of the beds and started unpacking. He was singing while unpacking and was startled when the door opened. Harry turned just to see one surprised Malfoy standing at the doorway.

"Hi, I didn't know that you were here already.", the blond said bluntly. Harry was a little shaken. First he didn't expect to have Malfoy as his dorm mate, second he was no ready for the simple way that Malfoy had talked to him, third the Malfoy who stood in front of him did not seem like the one he knew for six years.

"Hi, Malfoy, sorry I didn't know you're my dorm mate. "

"It is written on the door." Draco said matter of factly.

"Oh, I guess I didn't see." Harry replied and continued unpacking without another word. Draco started doing the same, but stopped once he glanced at Harry's direction and saw him put down a red electric guitar.

"Uau, do you play?" Draco asked immediately, without even thinking. Harry was once again surprised with this new attitude on Malfoy's behalf.

"Uhm, yes I do, do you?"

"Not an electric one, no. But I own an acoustic one." Harry was still looking at the blond with a weird look. "Look Potter, the war is over, and I don't have anything to lose. All that I was taught to think and to do don't matter anymore and I don't want to be the insufferable person that I used to be, because that is not who I am. May be snarky, moody and sometimes a hell of a prat, but I'm not evil, and I truly don't believe in any of that pureblood shit. I don't want to continue to have this petty rivalry with you, because I don't hate you, I never did. So I stay out of you way and you stay out of mine." Draco was breathing heavily now because of all the yelling.

Harry's mind stopped in the moment Draco said "I don't hate you, I never did"; so all he could do was ask a dumb question. "You don't hate me? You never did?"

"Honestly, Potter, after all I said that is what you come up with?" Draco took a deep breath and continued "No, I don't hate you, I was just angry and hurt when you refused my hand in first year, but it was never hate, you just got on my nerves."

"I don't hate you either" Harry answered "and I'm sorry about that, but you had just insulted my first friend, and you seem like a bully. But we were just children and I gave just much as I took. So what do you say, we call it a truce? " Draco was surprised and felling victorious on the inside, but he didn't show it. The blond extended his hand "Truce."