Summary: Harry goes through a major change, no longer 'The Golden Boy'. Forced to stay at Sev's house with he and Draco during the summer, strange relationships occur. Slash. Re-written. R for a reason.
WARNINGS: This story will be eventual Harry/Draco slash, which means that they will have a relationship. If you are in any way homophobic, I suggest you leave now and don't flame me. Other warnings include child abuse, swearing, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, rape and sexual content. You have been warned.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry and Co…JK Rowling does. Songs throughout this story belong to various artists and myself. I'll tell you when we get there. Oh…the plot belongs to me. The song is Numb by Linkin Park.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but I totally re-wrote everything, and that took a long longer than I thought. And was also giving me some problems. (As you can tell.)For more information on my stories, go to my profile. (PS. I advise you to look there every so often.)
This is dedicated to everyone who has stuck with me through everything and who still want to read my writing even though it took me so long to get it out here again. I LOVE YOU ALL! This is also dedicated to my lovley beta and friend, Blackraven13! I heart you! On with the show...
Chapter 1: The New Harry
Music pounding in the fairly small club, people flush up against each other in a rather uncomfortable fashion, though no one cared. The constant techno beat of the music from the DJ coursing through your veins as you wait patiently for the band to come out and perform for you, getting your moneys worth. Dancing to pass the time with anyone that could dance. Strobe lights flashed, causing many who were not used to the club life to get dizzy, making an already alcohol-influenced head ache even more.
Many people were dancing very tantalizing with each other, clothing clinging to bodies with perspiration, though no one seemed to bother to wipe it off their forehead where it dripped, slowly making a path down their necks. Snogging everywhere, groping here and there.
Two men, one young, one middle aged, sat at the bar, sipping on drinks. The younger had hair so blonde it was almost white, sending off an unearthly glow. In his hands he held a glass filled with a green drink. His slender, strong fingers held the glass in a soft but firm grip, the strong hand swirling the glass ever so slightly. This young man looked to be around 18, 19, or 20. Standing at 6' 1" his body was slender but certainly not scrawny.
Muscles could be seen through his white beater that clung to him like a second skin. The pants he wore fell slightly below his butt, revealing his silky green boxers. Though he looked slightly out of place in a club like this he fit in a strange way as he sipped his sour apple vodka, never wincing as it burned his throat. It was comforting for him.
If you looked into this young man's eyes you would me mesmerized, unable to tear yourself away from them. The mercury color was God-like, forcing his chiseled facial features to stand out even more, making him appear like a Greek God.
The older man looked to be in his late 30s early 40s, long black hair to his shoulders. His hair could be very stunning if he took care of it, but at the moment it was slightly greasy. He wore plain black jeans and a plain black shirt, playing it safe. Though his hair was quite greasy, this man could pull off being very handsome, and looked as though he was quite the charmer in his younger day.
Obsidian eyes that bore into you stood out on his face, making him seem very dark and mysterious.
Suddenly the lights went out and the DJ stopped the music, and the crowed stopped for a millisecond. As suddenly as everyone had stopped, they began moving again. And then all hell broke loose. Frantically people began moving as close to the empty stage as they could, and even before any music began there was moshing, yells coming as people burnt off pent up anger in the best way. A thick cloud of smoke hovered over the crowed, the smell of various drugs such as pot in the air.
A young man walked onto the stage, his long black hair that went to his waist pin straight. He wore black baggy UFO pants, many bondage straps hanging off of them. Atop the large mass of silky smooth hair the young man wore an AFI beanie, slightly covering his beautiful chocolate eyes. Stepping up to the front he picked up a bass guitar, pulling the strap around his shoulders.
Another young man walked onto the stage, short blonde hair spiked in various directions. Blue eyes stood out, creating the typical stereotype (blonde hair and blue yes). But then you see the piercings on his face, cracking that first thought. He wore leather pants and no shirt, showing off a tight, taught upper body, pecks and all. He walked directly to the back where the drums sat, picking up his two drumsticks and gracefully twirled them in-between his fingers
Someone who looked slightly younger than the other two walked onto the stage, going directly to the electric guitar at the front of the stage, the opposite side of the bass. He had brown curly hair going to his shoulders, hiding his face from view. He wore dark red, almost black leather pants and red high top converse. If you didn't know better you would think he was Slash. (1)
To the side there was a keyboard and a turntable and the next teen that walked out went to it, flicking his long green hair out of his pale gray, lifeless eyes. He wore a pair of black jeans, which were tucked into a pair of heavy black combat boots. He wore no shirt, showing his dark skin.
In the front stood a lone microphone stand, mic missing, and a guitar on the stand next to it. When no singer came the crowed began to get anxious and they began yelling and booing, throwing various things at the stage. When people began to get rowdy the band began playing, soft music filling the club, still no singer present.
A soft, beautiful male voice came from the amps, though a singer was still nowhere to be seen.
"I'm tired of being what you want me to be/feeling so faithless/lost under the surface/don't know what you're expecting of me/put under the pressure of walking in your shoes."
The young man at the keyboard and turntable put his mouth up to his microphone and rapped softly under the lyrics:
"Caught in the undertow/just caught in the undertow."
The mysterious singer continued, slightly more powerful,
"Every step that I take is another mistake to you."
There was a loud gasp and everyone looked up to the top of the very large amp where there stood a young man around the age of 17. Standing at almost 6' he wore a pair of low hanging baggy UFO's that looked quite worn and old, though fitting the rest of him quite well. On his feet he wore a pair of chunky Docs. His tight fitting black T donned the name of their band: Wrong Turn.
His left eyebrow was pierced along with his left ear all the way up, and his first hole and industrial on his right. When he opened his mouth, if you were close enough you could see a plain round ball pierced in the middle of his tongue. His hair was jet black with blue and green highlights. The thick hair that looked course was actually quite soft and silky to the touch, wild and untamable, falling over his un-real greeneyes amd almost to his shoulders.
"I've become so numb/I can't feel you there/I've become so tired/so much more aware/I'm becoming this/all I want to do/is be more like me/and be less like you."
This teen's voice was like that of a God, so soft and pleasing, speaking all emotion without actually stating it. Then when he screamed, yelling his pain, he was so enticing.
"Can't you see that your smothering me/holding to tightly/afraid to lose control/'cause everything that you thought I would be/has fallen apart right in front of you."
"Caught in the undertow/just caught in the undertow."
"Every step that I take is another mistake to you."
"Caught in the undertow/just caught in the undertow."
"And every second I waste is MORE THAN I CAN TAKE!"
The teen screamed with all his might, jumping down from the amp, landing on one knee and one hand. Crouching on the ground, the hand on the ground supporting him, the other holding his microphone to his mouth, he continued, slowly standing up.
"I've become so numb/I can't feel you there/I've become so tired/so much more aware/I'm becoming this/all I want to do/is be more like me/and be less like you."
The green-eyed God walked to the edge of the stage, both hands holding the microphone, breath slightly heavy, his chest heaving slightly.
"And I know/I may end up failing too/but I know."
He threw his head back, one hand on the microphone, following his mouth.
"You were just like me/with someone disappointed in you."
He jumped off the stage into the crowed, which caught him willingly, carrying him around the mass of people, crowed surfing. All the while the teen was singing.
"I've become so numb/I can't feel you there/I've become so tired/so much more aware/I'm becoming this/all I want to do/if be more like me/and be less like you/ I've become so numb/I can't feel you there/I'm tired of what you want me to be/I've become so numb/I can't feel you there/I'm tired of being what you want me to be."
"Thank you," The teen singer stated breathlessly as he was put back up onto the stage.
"I know," He continued, putting the microphone into the holder,
"That this was different than what we usually do, but I thought it was a very decent song that the band and I came up with. I would like to introduce us all before I continue. On bass is December!"
The crowed erupted in cheers.
"On drums is my best friend Bob!"
Again with the applause.
"On keyboard, turn table and rapping is Dashiell!"
Clap, clap!
"On guitar is Zeke!"
This brought on MANY cheers, more so than for the other members of the band (though December was right behind him with amounts). That was probably because he looked and played so much like his idol, Slash.
"And then there is me: Harry Potter."
TBC…
A/N: So, what did you think? Better than the original? I sure hope so. I want to say that you REALLY should re-read this story because the character December will now be a very, very important character later on. Well, review please. Thank you! Thank you so much to all the reviewers who have stuck with me all this time!
1)Slash is the lead guitar is Velvet Revolver and used to be in Guns 'N Roses.
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