A/N: Okay, people! Here's another challenge fic. This is for the Musical challenge. I was given (given. Not taken by force. Actually, it was taken by force.) Close Every Door to Me (duh.) from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling or Andrew Lloyd Webber.
For you, if you've ever felt like Harry has in the fifth book.
Harry Potter is sitting in his bedroom with the radio on.
He bought it from the little store in the plaza of Little Whinging. It's not a big store- kind of an odd place, but it has some useful knicknacks.
He is listening to the radio, hoping he might hear about something suspicous, some kind of possible Death Eater behavior.
A familiar tune floats out of the little brown machince.
"Close every door to me," Harry sings softly, "hide all the world from me," his head turns to the windows, with rusted orange bars, which were put up in the summer before his second year, "Bar all the windows, and shut out the light," his thoughts turn to Dudley and his gang, "Do what you want with me. Hate me, and laugh at me."
Voldemort and the Death Eaters clouds his mind.
"Darken my daytime, and torture my night.
"If my life were important," which it obviously isn't, Harry thinks bitterly, "I would ask, 'will I live or die?'. But I know the answers lie far from this room.
"Close every door to me," he says, glaring at the door, "Keep those I love from me," he thinks of Ron and Hermione, and their- what seems like- determination not to give Harry information, "Members of Gryffindor are never alone.
"For I know I shall find, peace with my own kind. For I have been promised a House of my own."
He thinks of everything bad that has ever happened, and how he is probably going to save the Wizarding world, and how he is supposed to spend his days safe at Hogwarts, and how he knows he will probably be in the middle of a war during the school year.
"Close every door to me. Hide all the world from me. Bar all the windows, and shut out the light.
"Just give me a number, instead of my name," Harry is thinking of Azkaban now, "Forget all about me, and let me decay. I do not matter; I'm only one person. Destroy me completely, then throw me away. If my life were important I would ask, 'will I live or die?'. But I know the answers lie far from this room.
"Close every door to me! Keep those I love from me! Members of Gryffindor are never alone!
For I know I shall find peace with my own kind! For I have been promised a House of my own."
Harry sat in silence for a moment, then the voice came out of the radio.
"And that was Close Every Door to Me, from the musical Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. According to these reports, two doors have been closed... locked shut, with dead people inside. Doctors are clueless. It's almost as if they've been scared to death, by the looks on their faces."
A/N: Okay, if you favorite without reviewing, I swear, I will MURDER you. I will send a murdering virus to your computer. It will cut you in your sleep. Seriously, even just a "haha, this is nice," will do. Well... I'd prefer a longer one.