(A/N- This story was revised on 11/29/03. You probably won't find too many differences, just spelling and grammatical changes. Mystic)
Hello to all you readers! I hope this
proves to be interesting to you. It is my first fiction in all time. I hope you
like it. Right now I'm not sure were it will go with rating. And if I get any
of the terms wrong or the British slang it's because I'm from America
don't get mad just post me a note with the correct term and I'll fix it!
DISCLAIMER- I do not own Harry
Potter and related company, nor do I own the song God Bless the Child, sung by
Shania Twain (if you want to listen to the song it's on Shania's CD Come On
Over)
Now on the story! :)
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God Bless the Child
Chapter 1: The Dream
"Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
God bless the child who suffers."
Harry woke up with a start,
he'd been dreaming as usual. It wasn't his usual night mare about the
Tri-wizard Tournament cup, the graveyard, Cedric, and Voldermort. This was a
peaceful dream with his mother singing to him. Confused on the meaning of the
dream Harry got out of bed and set down at his desk, which had his favorite
book on it Qudditch Through Out the Ages laying open on it. Harry set there a
few moments watching a seeker catch the snitch and then letting it go again
before he looked up at the stars and thinking about his dream. Harry sat there
think about each of the memories he had seen in between each small verse of the
song. He had seen five memories, each containing either Ron and Hermione or
Professor Dumbledore, which dealt with the last line of the verse. Harry
thought for a few minutes longer before he started to hum the tune of God Bless
the Child. As he did this he tried to think of the meaning of the song, and the
five simple verses.
"Hmmm..." he thought. "It begins
and ends in the same sentence. God bless the child who suffers. Child who
suffers, but what does that have to do with me?" Harry thought for a minute
more and giving up, but not before he grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill
and writing down the verses to the song so he wouldn't forget them.
As soon as he finished Harry
looked at his clock and jumped in surprise. It was 2:30 in the morning. He'd been 15 for 2 and half hours
with out realizing it. "To think five years ago I was up at midnight blowing out my dust candles," he thought as he
pictured Hagrid knocking down the door of the shack on the rock, "all this is
because of a letter."
Harry settled back into bed hoping to
hear his mother singing again just as a sharp pain shot through his scar.
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Well
I hope you all liked it! If you review I will write more. Also I'm currently
working on Harry's dream. It will be posted as soon as I finish working on what
scenes to put in between verses. It will be posted if there is an interest in
this fiction as God Bless the Child, The Dream. Oh and for those of you that
are interested the song goes as follows:
Hallelujah,
hallelujah,
God bless the child who suffers.
Hallelujah,
hallelujah,
God bless the young without mothers.
Hallelujah,
hallelujah,
let every man help his brother.
Hallelujah,
hallelujah,
let us all love one another.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Make all our hearts blind to color.
Hallelujah,
hallelujah,
God bless the child who suffers.
If I don't have the dream posted by next chapter I'll give you a short
description of what goes in between the verses!
See you later!
Mystic Grim
