Oh yah. You there! Did you know? *whisper whisper whisper* you: WHAT?!?!!
YOU DON"T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER? Me: yeah *sighs* I know.
It sux don't it?
Speakage: ' ' Musicage: ~ ~ Thoughtage: / / Notage: * *
Authorage Note: -.- Welps this will be nifty. Tell me what you think okay? I'm more on Fiction press now, and these silly half done stories will have to go, ne.? I might continue Brown Hair and Purple Scrunchies.I'll have to find it though..*sighs* This is as if OOTP did exist, but this is the next year...I refuse to believe my FAVORITE character died. Urk. I am so sad. *sniffles*
Disconsolated Bliss.
Rolling over Harry came face-to-face with a large black bird. One, taking the second to realize there's an owl in his bed, and two / three it wasn't Hedwig, and its claws could take his eyes out he scrambled away. Quickly. Onto the floor. The resounding thud didn't wake anyone, with Ron's snoring and Neville's muggle rock music playing in the background. /I really need to get him off of Madness. He's mad himself about the band. Who would have thought me letting him borrow my CD caused his worshiping me to worship them. It's not like I mind. Now only if everyone would bugger off and do that it would be much easier, ne?/
Anyway, the owl seemed very much amused by the tumble he had received and waited until he got back up. Rubbing his now sore behind, he sternly whispered at the owl. "Now you see here - " The owl cut him off in mid-rant to put its foot in his hand and calmly waited for him to untie the package. "Oh, wow. This is heavy. Sorry about that." Harry quickly untied the package and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "You could have just said something." The owl replied by rolling its eyes, that deemed to Harry that this owl knew a lot more than he was letting on. Shrugging and giving it a piece of bacon regardless, as Hedwig was full up on whatever she could find, the bird nipped his hand fondly as he jumped to the windowsill and soared outwards into the night.
Curious to see what it was that couldn't wait until morning, he checked the box and contents for curses. Finding none, he closely examined the box. Hmm.no writing no card.I wonder. /Curiosity Killed the Cat./ 'Hey, if I've lived this many times I might as well take a chance.' Opening the box he found a black Cd player that was magically activated. Curious, he found a small screen on the top of the player. Green lettering wrote,
*Harry, I know you don't know me. I don't want you to know me. But I must tell you this. It's eating me up. I can't keep it in any longer. I want to die Harry. I need to die. This pain, This suffering can't be broken. It's killing me. By the by, this is a note transfer spell. If you'd like to send a note back to my player, put your wand to your throat and say, "Activus" say what you like, then tap the player. No one can see this except you and I. I believe I quite needed this for privacy's sake. That is all. Oh, and listen to the music. I find that if I bleed like that music, I can continue on. Can you see how it goes? I know you have been in situations like that.
Goodbye Harry, you don't know how much you've done to just listen. Thank you.*
The bright green letters faded slowly. Harry panicking slightly got his wand and muttered the spell. He felt his words being taken out of his throat as he spoke them, or at least tried to.
*Who are you? I know you don't want me to know, but it's still a necessity. I know you're probably awake, tossing and turning anyway. I know since Sirius died, I've been having a rough time of sleeping. It's not nightmares. Just memories, as if now I know one more person died for bloody me. It makes me feel sick, but then again I've got support. And Hermoine and Ron WILL NOT tolerate me to become a recluse. As much as I want to. Lupin has become a surrogate guardian, seeing as how he was one in the first place. Dumbledore, well.he's nothing now. He's lied a lot. I don't know if I can follow him as blindly as I have done before. Voldielocks? If I may call him that.well. I know it's going to be showdown sometime or another. It's not like it's a big surprise. The priss won't leave me alone.
Would you like me to be your secret keeper? For the time being anyway? I mean, it's better than you suffering alone. I hate it when others do that. Even though I never listen to my own advice. It's the Gryffindor Way, and all that flak. Loyal. Prideful. It sickens me and I'm the pride of Godric himself! So what do you say?*
He tapped the player tentatively, and he noticed the letters he sent were in silver. Hmm.odd. Although it's probably just a differentiating color. He stared at the cd player and decided to turn it on. He listened to the first few notes and knew it exactly.
~Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down~
Harry was lost in thought for a few moments, when the Cd player started vibrating. Harry once again panicked on the thought of him breaking the cd player and possibly breaking off the only contact that person in need had. /What a bleeding heart you are./ 'Sod off brain.'
*Okay Harry. I'll let you get into my inner demons a bit. But they're not the Grindylows we studied in DADA. I'm talking about living breathing things that could rip your heart out if you don't watch your step. That's why I won't reveal myself to you. I'm a sixth year. And I'm in some of your classes. We know each other. But not all that well. Don't speculate. Because it won't be who you're guessing. I guaruntee it. And no, I'm not in your soddy Gryffindor house. So don't think its one of your lackeys. I'm just a guy with nothing to lose.*
Harry immediately decided to respond. Halfway through, he erased it and though of something else.
*Hm. Person-who-I-know-not. I want to know if you can send music over the link? Maybe I play what's in my cd player, and you could hear through yours? I don't know if it would work but it should right? Just a guess. And you've got to give me a better thing to call you than Person-who-I-know- not.*
Harry scrambled for his cd collection. He absentmindedly tossed is old cd player into his suitcase but managed to find what he was looking for. He popped the cd in, and the words rushed through the headphones.
~ Believe it or not, everyone have things that they hide
Believe it or not everyone keeps most things inside
Believe it or not everyone believes in something above
Believe it or not everyone needs to feel loved~
Harry waited a few seconds and spoke the verse as it was played.
~Believe it or not most of us feel like we're losing ground
Believe it or not everyone hates admitting fear
Believe it or not most of us wanna know why we're here~
Silent tears ran down the teenager's face, as the comfort that Harry gave him washed over him in waves. Half sobbing, he thanked Harry via messaging and told him goodnight. A quick look into the mirror as the bloodshot silver eyes looked back. /Maybe I could dream of the music. No more nightmares. Please./ And the teen drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Speakage: ' ' Musicage: ~ ~ Thoughtage: / / Notage: * *
Authorage Note: -.- Welps this will be nifty. Tell me what you think okay? I'm more on Fiction press now, and these silly half done stories will have to go, ne.? I might continue Brown Hair and Purple Scrunchies.I'll have to find it though..*sighs* This is as if OOTP did exist, but this is the next year...I refuse to believe my FAVORITE character died. Urk. I am so sad. *sniffles*
Disconsolated Bliss.
Rolling over Harry came face-to-face with a large black bird. One, taking the second to realize there's an owl in his bed, and two / three it wasn't Hedwig, and its claws could take his eyes out he scrambled away. Quickly. Onto the floor. The resounding thud didn't wake anyone, with Ron's snoring and Neville's muggle rock music playing in the background. /I really need to get him off of Madness. He's mad himself about the band. Who would have thought me letting him borrow my CD caused his worshiping me to worship them. It's not like I mind. Now only if everyone would bugger off and do that it would be much easier, ne?/
Anyway, the owl seemed very much amused by the tumble he had received and waited until he got back up. Rubbing his now sore behind, he sternly whispered at the owl. "Now you see here - " The owl cut him off in mid-rant to put its foot in his hand and calmly waited for him to untie the package. "Oh, wow. This is heavy. Sorry about that." Harry quickly untied the package and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "You could have just said something." The owl replied by rolling its eyes, that deemed to Harry that this owl knew a lot more than he was letting on. Shrugging and giving it a piece of bacon regardless, as Hedwig was full up on whatever she could find, the bird nipped his hand fondly as he jumped to the windowsill and soared outwards into the night.
Curious to see what it was that couldn't wait until morning, he checked the box and contents for curses. Finding none, he closely examined the box. Hmm.no writing no card.I wonder. /Curiosity Killed the Cat./ 'Hey, if I've lived this many times I might as well take a chance.' Opening the box he found a black Cd player that was magically activated. Curious, he found a small screen on the top of the player. Green lettering wrote,
*Harry, I know you don't know me. I don't want you to know me. But I must tell you this. It's eating me up. I can't keep it in any longer. I want to die Harry. I need to die. This pain, This suffering can't be broken. It's killing me. By the by, this is a note transfer spell. If you'd like to send a note back to my player, put your wand to your throat and say, "Activus" say what you like, then tap the player. No one can see this except you and I. I believe I quite needed this for privacy's sake. That is all. Oh, and listen to the music. I find that if I bleed like that music, I can continue on. Can you see how it goes? I know you have been in situations like that.
Goodbye Harry, you don't know how much you've done to just listen. Thank you.*
The bright green letters faded slowly. Harry panicking slightly got his wand and muttered the spell. He felt his words being taken out of his throat as he spoke them, or at least tried to.
*Who are you? I know you don't want me to know, but it's still a necessity. I know you're probably awake, tossing and turning anyway. I know since Sirius died, I've been having a rough time of sleeping. It's not nightmares. Just memories, as if now I know one more person died for bloody me. It makes me feel sick, but then again I've got support. And Hermoine and Ron WILL NOT tolerate me to become a recluse. As much as I want to. Lupin has become a surrogate guardian, seeing as how he was one in the first place. Dumbledore, well.he's nothing now. He's lied a lot. I don't know if I can follow him as blindly as I have done before. Voldielocks? If I may call him that.well. I know it's going to be showdown sometime or another. It's not like it's a big surprise. The priss won't leave me alone.
Would you like me to be your secret keeper? For the time being anyway? I mean, it's better than you suffering alone. I hate it when others do that. Even though I never listen to my own advice. It's the Gryffindor Way, and all that flak. Loyal. Prideful. It sickens me and I'm the pride of Godric himself! So what do you say?*
He tapped the player tentatively, and he noticed the letters he sent were in silver. Hmm.odd. Although it's probably just a differentiating color. He stared at the cd player and decided to turn it on. He listened to the first few notes and knew it exactly.
~Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down~
Harry was lost in thought for a few moments, when the Cd player started vibrating. Harry once again panicked on the thought of him breaking the cd player and possibly breaking off the only contact that person in need had. /What a bleeding heart you are./ 'Sod off brain.'
*Okay Harry. I'll let you get into my inner demons a bit. But they're not the Grindylows we studied in DADA. I'm talking about living breathing things that could rip your heart out if you don't watch your step. That's why I won't reveal myself to you. I'm a sixth year. And I'm in some of your classes. We know each other. But not all that well. Don't speculate. Because it won't be who you're guessing. I guaruntee it. And no, I'm not in your soddy Gryffindor house. So don't think its one of your lackeys. I'm just a guy with nothing to lose.*
Harry immediately decided to respond. Halfway through, he erased it and though of something else.
*Hm. Person-who-I-know-not. I want to know if you can send music over the link? Maybe I play what's in my cd player, and you could hear through yours? I don't know if it would work but it should right? Just a guess. And you've got to give me a better thing to call you than Person-who-I-know- not.*
Harry scrambled for his cd collection. He absentmindedly tossed is old cd player into his suitcase but managed to find what he was looking for. He popped the cd in, and the words rushed through the headphones.
~ Believe it or not, everyone have things that they hide
Believe it or not everyone keeps most things inside
Believe it or not everyone believes in something above
Believe it or not everyone needs to feel loved~
Harry waited a few seconds and spoke the verse as it was played.
~Believe it or not most of us feel like we're losing ground
Believe it or not everyone hates admitting fear
Believe it or not most of us wanna know why we're here~
Silent tears ran down the teenager's face, as the comfort that Harry gave him washed over him in waves. Half sobbing, he thanked Harry via messaging and told him goodnight. A quick look into the mirror as the bloodshot silver eyes looked back. /Maybe I could dream of the music. No more nightmares. Please./ And the teen drifted off into a dreamless sleep.