Harry Potter and the Music that Made a Difference
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Harry Potter sat in the stony silence of the Hospital wing. He could not feel his legs. Damn Lucius he thought to himself turning around in his wheelchair, damn Lucius and his Crucio.
They all said he was lucky. He was one of the few to survive for 4 hours of the curse with the mind intact. He still lost something though, the use of his legs. Yes, Harry was a little bitter, but he was moving past it.
He still had to defeat Tom. He had been near to him but Lucius had cut him off, now his 5th year was going to be served in a wheelchair. His penance, he mused, for the death of Cedric.
Yes, he blamed himself, but in the back of his mind he knew it was not his fault. Maybe this loss of his legs would help him forgive himself.
He had taken to writing songs to release. He had tried cutting but, he had been caught by the ever observant Professor Snape, who despite his past was trying to be kinder toward him and start anew. Professor Snape's first step was stopping the cutting and introducing music to Harry's life.
Harry picked up a small composition book and began to sing the lyrics so messily inscribed upon the page.
Pain,
It's just a sensation,
One that burns so deep,
Even when it is not seen,
It burns within your soul.
Tears,
Sometimes they are a release,
But most of the time,
They leave you hallow and thirsty,
With no hope.
Will it never end?
Will we ever gain a trusted friend?
Will life ever pick us up again?
Unknown to the weary lad sitting in his wheeled throne, he had an audience. Professor Snape had been listening with a satisfied grin. "Maybe" he thought "Maybe there is hope for the light after all.
Harry placed the book in his bag as he sensed a presence near by. "Hello Prof. Snape, what can I help you with" he inquired with utmost civility. He had gained quite a bit of respect for the man who had saved his sorry ass on countless occasions.
"Sure, you can follow me and ask me no questions until Prof. Dumbledore has spoken to you." Prof. Snape steadfastly replied.
When they got to the landing near the stairs of Professor Dumbledore's office they were greeted by the old goofball himself.
"Harry my boy; it is fantastic to see you moving once again!" "Prof. Snape and I believe the best thing for you now is to be transferred to a different Magic School. It is called 'Scuola da la Fisico Inabile al Lavoro' it is for the magically gifted with physical disability. They help wizards such as yourself to function with your handicap so you may be better prepared to live with your new life style!" He stated. Waiting for Harry's reply.
This School year was bound to be interesting.
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