Murmurous Summer-Symphony
Chapter one: Something Else Begins.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. They belong to J.K Rowling. I'm simply playing with them for a while.
Warning: This is going to be SLASH, that means a sexual relationship between two men, so if that thing bothers you, don't read this fic. Okay?
This is a sequel to my other story 'Bliss in Pain'. Go read that one first. It's very short so it won't take you long:)
The Seventh Years had just finished their final exams at Hogwarts and were now sitting in the Great Hall on their last night at the school. The air was filled with a lot of mixed emotions; joy of being free from going to school, sadness of departing from friends and excitement at the knowledge that the whole world was at their feet! "So.got anything planned for the summer holiday?" Harry asked his friends. "Yeah! I'm going back to France. There were simply SO many things I didn't have time to look into while I was there the last time." Hermione said. Ron rolled his eyes, and said in a defeated voice "No. I have absolutely no idea. I mean.the twins are busy with their shop, Bill and Charlie won't be home until Christmas, Ginny is staying with Neville and is just isn't much fun to go on holiday with mum, while dad is at the Ministry, trying to work things out with Percy." "I know what you mean, mate. I've no idea what to do either." Harry said with a shrug.
At that moment Professor Dumbledore got up from his seat at the High Table and cleared his voice. "If I may have your attention for a moment? Thank you! Now, first of all I'd like to congratulate all of our graduates and whish you all a happy and bright future. Also, due to the fact that a lot of Sixth Years have asked me for permission to stay at the school during the holiday, I've decided to arrange a small trip to London for all Six and Seven Years who have no plans for the summer." Cheers erupted from the Hall. After the war a lot of the older students had gotten quite close, and had no desire to say goodbye just yet.
Ron gave Harry a huge smile. " Hey, Harry! We should go, you and I. It's bound to be a Hell of a lot more fun than just sitting around all day, eh?" Harry smiled back and him and agreed with Ron. Hermione looked a bit crest fallen. "Not fair!" she said. " I'd love to go with you, but I'm going to France. I'd love to say goodbye to the Sixth Years, before we have to start working after the holidays. Think my parents would object if I didn't go with them?" "Hmm, yeah. That would be my guess, 'Mione. I don't think you can just ditch your parents like that." replied Ron.
After the cheers had died down a little, Dumbledore continued. "If you want to participate, you can report to Prof. McGonagall, and she will sign you up. Now, I know you're all expecting a long and 'inspiring' speech from me tonight, but I'll let you all get away easy. I just want to say: Please, for Merlin's sake! Take care of yourselves, and make the best of the youth you have only just started to live out. I know that a lot of you have been forced to grow up way too fast, but I hope the upcoming trip will make you forget everything that has happened the last few years and let go. It will be a perfect opportunity to let out all the childish urges you may have suppressed for a long time. Thank you all for listening to an old mans ramblings." he finished and sat down. More applause could be heard throughout the Hall, and at this Dumbledore raised his class and shouted: "To the future!" The students and teachers alike mimicked his actions and drank.
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"Ron! Hey mate, are you all right?" Harry asked his friend. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine, Harry. Just dosing off a bit." he answered. Ron was in a strange mood; he didn't know what he wanted to do after the summer ended and everybody else began his or her career. At first he had thought that he wanted to be an Auror, but he had dismissed that thought after the war; working for the Ministry (and Fudge) was NOT something he had any desire to spend the rest of his life doing.
He envied Harry and Hermione; they both knew what they wanted and had made sure everything would be ready for them by the beginning of September. Harry was going to play professional Quidditch and Hermione had been offered a scholarship to a muggle University, where she would be spending the next five years.
"Earth to Ronald Weasley. The space ship is ready for take-off. Oh, Come on, Ron! I don't want us to miss the train!" Harry started to pull him up from the chair he had fallen into, but it had little or no use, since Ron was a lot taller and more muscular than Harry. "You know, Ron. You could make this a lot easier for me by getting up by yourself."
Ron simply laughed and got up, grabbed his suitcase and walked towards the exit of their former Common Room. "What are you waiting for, Harry? Let's go!"
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"You've got to be kidding! It's some sort of cruel joke, right? This just can't be happening to me!" Ron exclaimed when they were at the platform in Hogsmeade. "Calm down, Ron. He might just hear you." shushed Harry, and Ron got a hold on himself before he got too loud. "But it's not fair, Harry." he whined, "This last trip before the frightening and unknown future, has to be with Snape of all people! I just can't believe he's chaperoning this thing." Ron whispered to his friend. He knew that Harry had worked closely with the man during the war, and had come to grudgingly respect him, but Ron hadn't seen any good side to Snape yet.
"Hey, come on. It's not that bad. Could have been Lockhart." Harry said. "Or Umbridge!" Seamus joined in. They all shuddered at that thought. "I can just imagine," Neville said. " Every time we were going to go out to get a drink, she'd stand in the doorway and say 'hem hem'!" "Scary thought." came it from Dean. "But Neville, I'd have thought you would rather be with that wench than Snape." "Nah, he's all bark and no bite. At least I hope so." Neville said while looking around to check if said teacher was around. "He's marked you for life, my friend." Harry said with a teasing note.
At that moment they all heard a familiar voice shouting out. "Everybody get on the train now. It'll take off in five minutes!" They turned to look at the Potions Master, expecting to see the greasy bat they all knew, but instead of the usually black ropes, Snape was wearing black muggle slacks and a black, tight fitting t-shirt.
"Wow, never thought I should see that." Seamus said. They were all gaping like fish, but quickly got moving. "He's not bad looking, actually." Neville said. They all turned to stare at him in disbelief. "Hey, come on. I mean it! If he gained a few pounds and started smiling, he'd be quite hot." "I never thought I'd hear you, of all people, say that Snape was hot." Ron said. Truth be told, he didn't think Snape was looking bad either, but no need to let the rest of them know that. Ron was only now beginning to come to terms with the fact that he liked boys just as much as girls, and wasn't sure he was ready to share it with the rest of the world. "I didn't know you were gay, Neville." Harry said. "Besides, I thought Ginny was going to stay with you for the last couple of weeks of the holiday?"
"Hey! A guy can have friends, can't he? Besides, I thought everybody knew that I was gay by now. Well, I guess you have been rather busy lately, eh?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Harry said, a sad tone creeping into his voice, but before Ron could comment on it, it seemed like he pulled himself together, and said in a much lighter tone: "Well, we don't have to worry about that anymore, do we? " The others looked at Harry, and Ron knew they were going to say something that would sound like they pitied him, and Harry hated that. "Nope, we sure don't. We're going on vacation, mate!" he said and flashed his friend a big and stupid grin. He received a thankful look from Harry in return.
"I'm really excited to find out where we're going to live. Think it's somewhere fancy?" Seamus asked. "Don't know, chum. When it's Dumbledore that has arranged it, it could basically be anywhere from the most expensive Hotel in London to camping on the street." Dena replied. They all laughed at that, 'cause they all knew that he was right. You never knew when it came to Dumbledore.
They hadn't found an empty compartment yet, and were still standing in the hallway with their trolleys. Thankfully, it seemed like everybody else had gotten onboard, and they wouldn't have to worry about standing in the way. "Ah, if it isn't Potter and his sidekicks." A voice drawled at them from behind. "Shut up, Malfoy. What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be in Azkaban with your father?" Ron said. He knew it was cruel and completely uncalled for, but he just couldn't help it. Malfoy also brought out the worst in him. "You little snotty, weasel. I'll teach you the reason why someone should go to Azkaban!" Malfoy shouted, face contorted in angry lines, while he reached for his wand. "Stop!" another voice interrupted. Snape came stalking up to them, and wrenched Malfoy's wand from him. "What do you think you are doing, Draco? Tell me, you fool!" he said, and Ron thought Snape almost sounded sad. "I, I, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, it just happened." Malfoy was looking at his hands in confusion. It seemed like he really didn't have any idea why he had done it. "You will apologize to Mr. Weasley, and then take place in a compartment far away from the rest of this group. If I see any behaviour like this ever again, do you hear me, Draco, ever again and I'll lock you up in my basement if that's what it'll take to make you stop such foolish behaviour. Do you understand me?" Boy, was Snape mad! Ron thought. He noticed the professor kept calling Malfoy for Draco. Why? "Yes, Severus." The boy whispered. He then turned to Ron. "I'm sorry Weasley. I don't know why I did that." Before Ron could give any response, Snape took hold of Malfoy's elbow, and bodily dragged him down the hallway. "Wow. That was a new experience." Neville commented. They all nodded, too stunned to say anything.
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Phew! I did it! I wrote the first chapter:) Merlin, I'm proud of myself. Never thought I'd be able to get this idea down in writing. Hmm, lets see if I'll be able to come up with something for the next chapter soon, eh?
Review and tell me what you think, but please, pretty please, don't be too hard on me, eh?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. They belong to J.K Rowling. I'm simply playing with them for a while.
Warning: This is going to be SLASH, that means a sexual relationship between two men, so if that thing bothers you, don't read this fic. Okay?
This is a sequel to my other story 'Bliss in Pain'. Go read that one first. It's very short so it won't take you long:)
The Seventh Years had just finished their final exams at Hogwarts and were now sitting in the Great Hall on their last night at the school. The air was filled with a lot of mixed emotions; joy of being free from going to school, sadness of departing from friends and excitement at the knowledge that the whole world was at their feet! "So.got anything planned for the summer holiday?" Harry asked his friends. "Yeah! I'm going back to France. There were simply SO many things I didn't have time to look into while I was there the last time." Hermione said. Ron rolled his eyes, and said in a defeated voice "No. I have absolutely no idea. I mean.the twins are busy with their shop, Bill and Charlie won't be home until Christmas, Ginny is staying with Neville and is just isn't much fun to go on holiday with mum, while dad is at the Ministry, trying to work things out with Percy." "I know what you mean, mate. I've no idea what to do either." Harry said with a shrug.
At that moment Professor Dumbledore got up from his seat at the High Table and cleared his voice. "If I may have your attention for a moment? Thank you! Now, first of all I'd like to congratulate all of our graduates and whish you all a happy and bright future. Also, due to the fact that a lot of Sixth Years have asked me for permission to stay at the school during the holiday, I've decided to arrange a small trip to London for all Six and Seven Years who have no plans for the summer." Cheers erupted from the Hall. After the war a lot of the older students had gotten quite close, and had no desire to say goodbye just yet.
Ron gave Harry a huge smile. " Hey, Harry! We should go, you and I. It's bound to be a Hell of a lot more fun than just sitting around all day, eh?" Harry smiled back and him and agreed with Ron. Hermione looked a bit crest fallen. "Not fair!" she said. " I'd love to go with you, but I'm going to France. I'd love to say goodbye to the Sixth Years, before we have to start working after the holidays. Think my parents would object if I didn't go with them?" "Hmm, yeah. That would be my guess, 'Mione. I don't think you can just ditch your parents like that." replied Ron.
After the cheers had died down a little, Dumbledore continued. "If you want to participate, you can report to Prof. McGonagall, and she will sign you up. Now, I know you're all expecting a long and 'inspiring' speech from me tonight, but I'll let you all get away easy. I just want to say: Please, for Merlin's sake! Take care of yourselves, and make the best of the youth you have only just started to live out. I know that a lot of you have been forced to grow up way too fast, but I hope the upcoming trip will make you forget everything that has happened the last few years and let go. It will be a perfect opportunity to let out all the childish urges you may have suppressed for a long time. Thank you all for listening to an old mans ramblings." he finished and sat down. More applause could be heard throughout the Hall, and at this Dumbledore raised his class and shouted: "To the future!" The students and teachers alike mimicked his actions and drank.
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"Ron! Hey mate, are you all right?" Harry asked his friend. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine, Harry. Just dosing off a bit." he answered. Ron was in a strange mood; he didn't know what he wanted to do after the summer ended and everybody else began his or her career. At first he had thought that he wanted to be an Auror, but he had dismissed that thought after the war; working for the Ministry (and Fudge) was NOT something he had any desire to spend the rest of his life doing.
He envied Harry and Hermione; they both knew what they wanted and had made sure everything would be ready for them by the beginning of September. Harry was going to play professional Quidditch and Hermione had been offered a scholarship to a muggle University, where she would be spending the next five years.
"Earth to Ronald Weasley. The space ship is ready for take-off. Oh, Come on, Ron! I don't want us to miss the train!" Harry started to pull him up from the chair he had fallen into, but it had little or no use, since Ron was a lot taller and more muscular than Harry. "You know, Ron. You could make this a lot easier for me by getting up by yourself."
Ron simply laughed and got up, grabbed his suitcase and walked towards the exit of their former Common Room. "What are you waiting for, Harry? Let's go!"
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"You've got to be kidding! It's some sort of cruel joke, right? This just can't be happening to me!" Ron exclaimed when they were at the platform in Hogsmeade. "Calm down, Ron. He might just hear you." shushed Harry, and Ron got a hold on himself before he got too loud. "But it's not fair, Harry." he whined, "This last trip before the frightening and unknown future, has to be with Snape of all people! I just can't believe he's chaperoning this thing." Ron whispered to his friend. He knew that Harry had worked closely with the man during the war, and had come to grudgingly respect him, but Ron hadn't seen any good side to Snape yet.
"Hey, come on. It's not that bad. Could have been Lockhart." Harry said. "Or Umbridge!" Seamus joined in. They all shuddered at that thought. "I can just imagine," Neville said. " Every time we were going to go out to get a drink, she'd stand in the doorway and say 'hem hem'!" "Scary thought." came it from Dean. "But Neville, I'd have thought you would rather be with that wench than Snape." "Nah, he's all bark and no bite. At least I hope so." Neville said while looking around to check if said teacher was around. "He's marked you for life, my friend." Harry said with a teasing note.
At that moment they all heard a familiar voice shouting out. "Everybody get on the train now. It'll take off in five minutes!" They turned to look at the Potions Master, expecting to see the greasy bat they all knew, but instead of the usually black ropes, Snape was wearing black muggle slacks and a black, tight fitting t-shirt.
"Wow, never thought I should see that." Seamus said. They were all gaping like fish, but quickly got moving. "He's not bad looking, actually." Neville said. They all turned to stare at him in disbelief. "Hey, come on. I mean it! If he gained a few pounds and started smiling, he'd be quite hot." "I never thought I'd hear you, of all people, say that Snape was hot." Ron said. Truth be told, he didn't think Snape was looking bad either, but no need to let the rest of them know that. Ron was only now beginning to come to terms with the fact that he liked boys just as much as girls, and wasn't sure he was ready to share it with the rest of the world. "I didn't know you were gay, Neville." Harry said. "Besides, I thought Ginny was going to stay with you for the last couple of weeks of the holiday?"
"Hey! A guy can have friends, can't he? Besides, I thought everybody knew that I was gay by now. Well, I guess you have been rather busy lately, eh?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Harry said, a sad tone creeping into his voice, but before Ron could comment on it, it seemed like he pulled himself together, and said in a much lighter tone: "Well, we don't have to worry about that anymore, do we? " The others looked at Harry, and Ron knew they were going to say something that would sound like they pitied him, and Harry hated that. "Nope, we sure don't. We're going on vacation, mate!" he said and flashed his friend a big and stupid grin. He received a thankful look from Harry in return.
"I'm really excited to find out where we're going to live. Think it's somewhere fancy?" Seamus asked. "Don't know, chum. When it's Dumbledore that has arranged it, it could basically be anywhere from the most expensive Hotel in London to camping on the street." Dena replied. They all laughed at that, 'cause they all knew that he was right. You never knew when it came to Dumbledore.
They hadn't found an empty compartment yet, and were still standing in the hallway with their trolleys. Thankfully, it seemed like everybody else had gotten onboard, and they wouldn't have to worry about standing in the way. "Ah, if it isn't Potter and his sidekicks." A voice drawled at them from behind. "Shut up, Malfoy. What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be in Azkaban with your father?" Ron said. He knew it was cruel and completely uncalled for, but he just couldn't help it. Malfoy also brought out the worst in him. "You little snotty, weasel. I'll teach you the reason why someone should go to Azkaban!" Malfoy shouted, face contorted in angry lines, while he reached for his wand. "Stop!" another voice interrupted. Snape came stalking up to them, and wrenched Malfoy's wand from him. "What do you think you are doing, Draco? Tell me, you fool!" he said, and Ron thought Snape almost sounded sad. "I, I, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, it just happened." Malfoy was looking at his hands in confusion. It seemed like he really didn't have any idea why he had done it. "You will apologize to Mr. Weasley, and then take place in a compartment far away from the rest of this group. If I see any behaviour like this ever again, do you hear me, Draco, ever again and I'll lock you up in my basement if that's what it'll take to make you stop such foolish behaviour. Do you understand me?" Boy, was Snape mad! Ron thought. He noticed the professor kept calling Malfoy for Draco. Why? "Yes, Severus." The boy whispered. He then turned to Ron. "I'm sorry Weasley. I don't know why I did that." Before Ron could give any response, Snape took hold of Malfoy's elbow, and bodily dragged him down the hallway. "Wow. That was a new experience." Neville commented. They all nodded, too stunned to say anything.
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Phew! I did it! I wrote the first chapter:) Merlin, I'm proud of myself. Never thought I'd be able to get this idea down in writing. Hmm, lets see if I'll be able to come up with something for the next chapter soon, eh?
Review and tell me what you think, but please, pretty please, don't be too hard on me, eh?