Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter Characters, I don't make any money off of this, and only do it for pleasure.
The Hidden Music of Hogwarts
Harry Potter:
He lovingly set down his cello, caressing the wood. Closing his eyes, he sighed. The music rocked through him, Mozart, Beethoven, and Trans-Siberian Orchestra. If there was one thing he missed about the Muggle world, it was the music. Sure, he had heard Mrs. Weasley's Wizarding Wireless, but there was no music at Hogwarts.
The school lacked art classes. There was no Muggle influence upon the curriculum, no art, music, P.E., and other classes that he grew up with. He missed that. Despite common belief, he had a great love for music, not just D.A.D.A.
He set up his music upon the stand, rosined his bow, and began to play. The music flowed out from beneath the bow; his eyes were maniacal eyes they chased the notes every which way. His fingers moved so fast that they were a blur. He began to nod his head in beat with the music, his messy black hair shaking fiercely as the music sped up, and the time signature changed. He was unaware of Voldemort, unaware of the Tri-Wizard tournament, unaware that Ron was no longer speaking to him, unaware of his abusive "family". Harry Potter was in ecstasy.
Towards the end of the song, the music slowed, too a heart wrenching finale. With a flourish of his bow, he played the final note. He hadn't realized it, but tears had begun to form in his eyes at the beauty and meaning of the song. It was the story of his life. The song had begun fast and happy, his early life, pre-parents-death. Then slowed as it showed the abuse he faced at the hands of the Durseley's. Finally, it went into a magical, Disneyesque conclusion, Hogwarts.
He was alone, in the Room of Requirement. There was no audience, no fans, but he felt more accomplished then he ever did during Quidditch. Although he was an excellent flier, he didn't truly enjoy Quidditch-just the feel of being in the air.
He looked at his watch, and sighed. He had to go. It was dinner time and he was needed. He hesitantly put his cello in its case, wishing to still play. He put the bow in, careful not to touch the strings, and closed the case. He picked it up and walked out of the room.
He was not the only practicing his talent.
Hermione Granger:
She sat up in her dorm, the doors locked, and a silencing charm place on it. She didn't want anyone hear her. She opened up her mouth, and hesitantly began.
She sang. Most musicians mock singers, wrongfully so. Singers put a lot of time and effort into perfecting their "instrument". Their reputation was ruined by a bunch of girls who wanted to be Britney Spears. The right voice could reduce a man to tears, change people's lives, and bring to life the most ridiculous stories.
Crescendo, tutti, decrescendo, Forte! Soprano's sing the Staccato, while Alto's continue the chorus rapidly at a mezzo forte, repeat, only Alto's at a forte! Syncopation on the "Alleluia" hold out the final breathes, stagger breathe, cut!
She was singing, the song that always made her heart ache with life and happiness. She did not live for books, she lived for music! She lived for the time when she could just sing. It was once said that a true singer sings whatever pops into their head; that was Hermione Granger.
She was a loud soprano, a soulful alto, a meek second. She could recreate any note on the piano. Yet, she did not share her talent. Fear led her to believe that she was mediocre at best, and refused to sing in front of a crowd.
She could not laugh, as she would have like too, instead sang with such joy- "Sing as you will, oh singers all! Who sing because they want to sing?" Towards the end of the song, she was pleading with the audience, "Sing any song, anywhere, but sing, sing, oh sing, oh sing!"
She missed singing with her Muggle choir; she loved the concerts, the practices, the directors. The songs they sang were diverse, Broadway hits, pop songs, to Monk chants and Latin hymns. She loved to sing in different languages, and feel the way the odd sounds felt on her tongue. Often she would ask to sing solo's, but would politely reject the offers.
When she finished, she was out of breath, and her cheeks were red. She laughed heartily, and put away her music. Meanwhile she hummed, and dejectedly took her books to the Great Hall where she would study, and eat. All the while she was ignored by her friends.
She sighed and went down to dinner.
Draco Malfoy:
His fingers were perched upon the piano, ghosting his favorite song-Mozart, Piano Concerto no. 21. He was happy.
Unlike his father, he was not a blood worshipper; he did not only care about people because of their blood status. He had to keep an act up for his parents; he didn't want to face a beating, or even worse, Crucio. He was lucky to discover the piano in the first place….it was so Muggle.
When he played, he felt all of the negative energy fall away from him, the dark mark branded onto his left arm, the secret that he was spying for the Order, the cruel taunts he received from his peers, and his father's unmerciful beatings. He could escape from the world. It would all melt away.
He could be himself, his shy quiet self. No one knew that he hated being an obnoxious git, he wanted to be friends with Potter. He wanted to be part of the bloody "Golden Trio", make it the "Golden Quartet". He could play those stories on the piano.
While he would sit, alone, by the Lake, he would compose. They would be stories, sometimes in need of a violin or cello, or lyrics. But the only part he could play was the piano, and occasionally sing the lower notes.
The whole popular thing was a sham. He wiped the sweat off his brow and began to play. He was shaking in anticipation as he began to play, knowing it would release his stress. He was correct. The stress melted away like wax on a candle. His fingers moved so fast that they were a blur, or so fast that it seemed forever until he would move them.
The whole thing was ridiculous, but he was addicted. He loved the way the music flowed from his body.
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