Yes I own Harry Potter, I own J.K. Rowling, I own England, and I also own Smile Empty Soul and their song Silhouettes. And if you believe any of that please report to the nearst nut house.

I OWN NOTHING NOT EVEN THE CLOTHES ON MY BACK. SAD BUT TRUE.

Harry, Ron and Neville watched as hermione made her way up the stairs. Leaving behind three boys trying to finsh their charm essay with out her. Ron's eyes looked around the common room, trying to find something to inspire him. Finding nothing he sighed to himself. Deafted he laid his haid back and started to whisper:

"silhouettes above the cradle hold me down
they won't let me go the wrong way
my mother taught me all the fables, told me how
in the end all the sinners have to pay
but..."

"i don't wanna live like my mother
i don't wanna let fear rule my life
and i don't wanna live like my father
i don't wanna give up before i die"

Neville brought his eyes back down to his essay he was halfway through with. Thoughts turning to the letter he had gotten from St. Mungo's this morning. Tears started up in his eyes and he started whispering to himself:

"he worked so hard his bones are breaking
he wore them down but long ago he lost the feeling
his good intentions leave me shaking, show me how
i don't ever want to end up like he did
and..."

"i don't wanna live like my mother
i don't wanna let fear rule my life
and i don't wanna live like my father
i don't wanna give up before i die"

Harry Let his eyes lift up to the window, knowing somewhere out their his destiny waited. The prophecy played in his head as he saw a picture keeping an eye on him. Dumbledore will never let me be he thought to himself as he looked back at his essay. He put his head in his hands and began to whisper:

"when i have kids
i won't put any chains on their wrists, i won't
i'll tell them this
there's nothing in this world that you can't be if you want it enough"

"i don't wanna live like my mother
i don't wanna let fear rule my life
and i don't wanna live like my father
i don't wanna give up before i die"

They all put their essay and school books away heading to bed. And listening closely you could hear them whispering:

"i don't wanna live like my mother
i don't wanna let fear rule my life
and i don't wanna live like my father
i don't wanna give up before i die"

WELL IT SUCKS I KNOW THAT WHY I WROTE IT LOL. WELL ANYWAY I HOPE I GET THE SAME AMOUNT OF REVIEWS FOR THIS AS I HAVE FOR MY OTHER TWO STORIES. COMBINED THEY REACH A GRAND TOTAL ZERO, ZILCH(SP?), NADDA, NATHAN, NONE. BUT I KNOW YOU ALL LOVE ME :-)