This is an experimental fic for me. It happens to be based around a lot of songs and the main album is James Morrison's Undiscovered. For some reason, some of his music makes me think about Neville of all people and his place in the world. Again, I have a faint direction of where I want to go with this story. Let me know if it is something worth continuing. Enjoy.

Lyrical Therapy

August 15, 2004, London

It was a day of triumph for the Wizarding World. Harry Potter had finally defeated the Dark Lord with the backing of the Order of the Phoenix. After almost ten years of strife, searching, death, and darkness, the Wizarding World was finally allowed some semblance of peace. There was a continuous flow of traffic through Grimmauld Place as people flooed and portkey between the ministry, Hogwarts, and St. Mungos, where some of the hero's rested. Unless the person was a sympathizer of Voldemort or had recently lost someone, one would think there would be happiness abound for everyone. However, that was not the case.

If there had been someone at Grimmauld Place, they would see one troubled young man drenched in blood running up the stairs like his very life depended on it. They would see a young man grabbing only his bare necessities, that being an extra pair of clothes, a Gringotts key, family documents, and his guitar. All shrunk down to fit in a muggle backpack. They would see him taking in the house before walking out the front to never be seen by its other occupants for almost three years. They would have seen one of their heroes leave the Wizarding World and for the record, he was not Harry Potter.

February 2007, Soho

"You are lucky it's your birthday Weaselette. This guy better be good in order to have me freezing my bits off here in the middle of winter. I can't even cast a warming charm. The damn line is wrapped around the building. Couldn't you have just reserved seats?" One Draco Malfoy complained while waiting for the doors of the Astoria to open.

"I will admit a better venue could have been chosen. Nate Henderson was nominated for artist of the year. I would think that would realize more people would be coming to the shows now. " Ginny replied looking around at all the people who were behind them and around the building. "I don't know if everyone is going to fit in. That's why we needed to get here early so we could get good seats and also to pick up my backstage passes. Anyways, the doors should be opening soon and your precious Malfoy family jewels will not fall off."

"Merlin Gin! I don't need to hear anything about Malfoy's jewels." Ron cut in looking like he about to loose the dinner that he just put down.

"He's right." A female voice spoke up. "I definitely don't want to hear anything about Malfoy's jewels falling off. I would have to admit, I would be slightly disappointed."

Malfoy immediately stopped rubbing his gloved hands together and raised an eyebrow. "Only slightly disappointed Granger? Not inconsolably distraught? "

Hermione exchanged glances with Ginny before speaking with a straight face. "They are just jewels. They can be replaced." She took silent glee at the twitch that started in Malfoy's left eye.

"Can we please change the topic from Draco's balls please? As a guy, I don't want to hear anything about another blokes jewels and I definitely don't want to hear anything about them falling off or them being removed in any shape or fashion."

"Well said Potter. You're my boy Drake, but I don't need nightmares."

"Shove off Blaise. What this? Dump on Malfoy night?"

"That's every night. We just don't want to hear about your nonexistent balls."

"Weaselette brought it-" Draco started before realizing Pansy's dig. "Nonexistent! You just flat out lied. I know you are not talking Parkinson. You-"

"Shut up Malfoy. They're opening the doors." Ginny interrupted as the line started moving. "You guys go and grab some seats at the front while I try to find the person with my passes."

As Ginny and her group separated in the lobby, they paid no attention to the gentlemen on the cell phone gaping in shock. This gentleman paid no attention to the response he was trying to illicit from his en route drummer. Hanging up the phone, he promised himself that he would apologize to Anthony as he rushed down towards the lower levels of the club where Nate's dressing room was and banged incessantly.

The door opened and Nate walked back over to where he was tuning his guitar. "Where's the fire Perce?"

After pacing the length of the dressing room, a few times he looked at his client, his only client, his friend. "We've got a problem Nate."

Nate hadn't seen Percy this wound up in a while. Realizing the situation was more serious than originally intended, he turned his full attention to Percy. "What type of problem?"

Running his hand through his now brunette hair with highlights, he turned to Nate. "I saw my brother and sister upstairs along with a bunch of your old classmates and fellow Order members. To add injury to insult, it appears that Gin is the one who won the back stage passes contest out of all people. When did she start listening to muggle music?"

Processing that information, Nate took a deep breath and only responded with one word. "OK"

"Ok? That is all you're going to say Neville? Ok?" Percy asked looking at Neville Longbottom now known as Nate Henderson as if he had lost his mind.

"We knew this was going to happen sooner or later, especially with the album picking up popularity. I have slain my demons and so have you. I have been trying to convince you to go to the Burrow for the past six months." He said standing to get a bottle of water from the mini bar.

"It's not that simple."

Taking a sip of water, Nate responded. "Isn't it? You apologize for your transgressions and tell them about any transgressions you believe were committed on their part. They can take it or leave it. That's all you can do. You will know that you have done what you were supposed to do and will be at peace. The ball would then be in their field."

"When did you become so wise?"

Running a hand through bronze colored locks, he smiled "Since I started believing I was wise and systematically told anyone who said otherwise to fuck off. In my head at least." He went back to pick up his guitar and looked at Percy.

Percy couldn't help but smile at that. He was about to respond when his cell started ringing. Checking the time on the phone along with the number, he went back into manager mode. "You got 20 minutes Nev. Blow them away. I'll be back in 15."

Neville nodded in response. "Will do. And you are still playing tonight?" It wasn't a question. Percy nodded and Neville went back to his tuning.

As Percy got towards the end of the hall, he heard Neville start to warm up vocally. Here comes nothing.