Hello everybody! If you read my other stories you're probably pissed at me for starting another story, but what can I say? I dint think that there are enough gothfics out there and it pissed me off! So, here you go. Not sure where I'm going with this… Enjoy!
"Damn it!" Harry yelled as he punched the punching bag in front of him in the room of requirements. "Fucking idiots!" Punch. Punch. "Maybe I'll just leave 'em to die!" Punch. Punch. "Then we'll see what they think about 'Poor'" Punch. " 'delusional'" Punch. " 'Potter!'" WHAM! "Crap!" he screamed as he looked down at the bag he had just kicked from its bearings.
Panting Harry took off his shirt and went over to a weight bench. He often came here whenever the Daily Prophet published something about him or if he was just generally pissed. He liked to pretend that it didn't affect him, people talking, public opinion and such, but it did. In a big way. On the outside he would shrug it off whenever Hermione was done reading the latest drag about him from the Prophet and pretend he didn't care, but on the inside he was infuriated. It would often distract him for the rest of the day.
Harry had started coming here during the Tri-wizard tournament, when the gossip was getting worse. It helped, but often caused suspicion because nobody knew where he was, and made sure of that.
Half an hour after he had broken the punching bag Harry grabbed his shirt from the floor where he had dropped it and walked over to the small bathroom in the back.
As Harry washed the nights sweat from his skin he thought. This was his cool down period before he went back out to face 'them'. Before he had to be the happy-go-lucky savior of the world… or the attention seeking unstable teen depending on how you looked at it. He had only skipped this process once and it resulted in him yelling at anything that moved. Needless to say, he hadn't again.
After getting dressed he slipped on his invisibility cloak and snuck up to the Gryffindor tower where, after expertly sneaking past his friends, he fell into a strained sleep as he did anytime after a "dark night" as he had come to call them, filled with horrible images which he would only remember pieces of in the morning.
"Harry mate, where were you last night? Couldn't find you anywhere." Asked Ron the fallowing morning.
"I was in the dorm." Came the sleepy reply.
"Like hell you were, I checked and there was nobody in there except for Neville, Semus, and Dean."
"If you say so Ron."
"Harry, I'm starting to worry about you."
"That's my line Harry, if Ron's using it something's up." Said Hermione sitting down beside them.
"Funny." Said Harry flatly, "Seriously guys, I'm ok." 'I'll have to listen to that later.' Thought Harry immediately after saying that. The song to which he was referring to was on a CD that was currently sitting in a bag under his bed.
"Harry, what aren't you telling us?" asked Hermione.
"Nothing! Screw it, I'll see you guys in potions." Huffed Harry as he walked out of the Great Hall.
Harry, however, didn't head to the dungeons, but instead to his room and dug out the bag under his bed before running to the room of requirements.
Once there he emptied the bag and looked at the contents. Quickly he cast a spell that would get rid of any magic in the vicinity. Originally, the spell was for draining an enemy's power, but Harry had found that if you cast it on an area it would stop all magic from entering and/or being preformed. Then, out of the contents on the ground, he picked up a small portable CD player/radio and My Chemical Romance's "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge". Plugging in the radio/CD player, he went to work on the punching bag.
Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to sayI never want to let you down or have you go
It's better off this way
For all the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
Remember when you broke your foot
From jumping out the second floor
Harry slowly started to sing along under his breath as he punched and kicked.
"I'm not ok
I'm not ok
I'm not ok
You wear me out"
"What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems"
(I'm not ok)
"I've told you time and time again
You sing the words but don't know what it means
To be a joke and look
Another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time
Take a good hard look"
"I'm not ok
I'm not ok
I'm not ok
You wear me out"
"Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you'd read me like a book
But the pages are all torn and frayed"
"I'm ok
I'm ok
I'm ok, now"
(I'm ok, now)
"But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm ok"
(trust me)
By now Harry was screaming the lyrics and hitting the P. bag with tremendous force.
""I'm not ok
I'm not ok
Well I'm not ok
I'm not-o-fucking kay
I'm not ok
I'm not ok"
(ok)
Harry turned off the radio and sat down panting and sweating, unaware of the other person who had been watching him since the beginning of the song.
"Bravo." said the person as they mock clapped. Harry looked up and was greeted by none other then…
Mwahahaha, cliffie! Review and tell me what you think. Not every chapter will be a songfic, but in this case, it seemed to fit. If you liked it but don't have anything to say in a review click the blue-ish purple-ish button anyway and just type in "1234" that way I know that somebody read it, thank you.
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