So this songfic takes place in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows during Harry's self-sacrificial walk towards the Forbidden Forest to Voldemort. It's based on the song Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance.

See, I was listening to the song and I thought, "Hey, this sounds a lot like Harry Potter!" so I wrote this songfic. Pretty much just random twaddle, people, but what the heck.

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.

Harry moved as if in a trance. The leaves stood out with unreal clarity in the darkness, sharp against the edges of Harry's vision. He closed his eyes and thought back on his parents, who he hadn't seen-really seen- since he was one. Soon he would be joining them, and then he would have as much time as he wanted with them.

He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the saviour of
the broken, the beaten and
the damned?"

The army at Hogwarts was doomed. There was no way that they could win. The death eaters and their allies were too many, too strong.

It was up to Harry to rescue them. He tried to hold on to the thought of all the lives he would save, but he still felt an insuppressible panic at the bottom of his stomach, as if his soul were scrabbling at the edge of life.

He said "Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non
believers, the plans that they
have made?"

Because one day I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."

Harry looked to his right, at his father, and James smiled at his son. Harry smiled back and looked forward again. He was going to do this, to give himself up and place his body at the dubious mercy of the black-cloaked death eaters.

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
will you be the saviour of
the broken, the beaten and
the damned?"

Sometimes I get the feeling
she's watching over me.

Harry remembered all the times that people had asked him, told him what his parents would think if only they could see. Looking at his mother, he realized that she might have been able to.

And other times I feel like I should go.

And through it all,

the rise and fall,

the bodies in the streets.

Harry could see, in his mind's eye, the rows of bodies at Hogwarts, the army of inferi that they would make if he failed. Sirius caught his eye and made an encouraging gesture, as if he could see Harry's thoughts and wanted to reassure him.

When you're gone we want you all to know.

We'll carry on,
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on

Lupin, Lily, James, Sirius…they all had expressions of infinite love and pride on their faces as they gazed at Harry. It was as if they were telling him that he would succeed, reminding him that he would be remembered.

We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it.

How would, how could anyone understand, though? They would never know what Harry had gone through, never learn the truth about himself, and Snape, and Voldemort. Harry wanted to scream it out to the world, but he contained himself. He couldn't be discovered until the last moment.

A world that sends you reeling
from decimated dreams

Harry remembered each and every one of the dreams that he had suffered since Voldemort had marked him, down to the old burst of green light. They were laid out in his mind, and he could now see, as if in a map, the pattern therin.

Your misery and hate will kill us all.

Voldemort would tear the world apart, so blinded was he with greed and loathing. If his parents had been any other, if he hadn't been left alone, if he hadn't been brought up to know that nobody loved him, then maybe…maybe things would be different. But they were, and he had, and now Harry would join the legions of people that had paid the price.

So paint it black and take it back
Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end
We hear the call

Harry raised his chin. At least he knew that he would go strong and tall, as courageous as the Gryffindor Lion suggested. More, even, for when had a lion voluntarily walked to his own death?

To carry on
We'll carry on
Though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches

Ginny's face rose, unbidden, in Harry's mind. He tightened his fist around the stone so that the nails dug into his palm, making four half-circles in the flesh. Lupin laid a hand on Harry's shoulder.

On and on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me

Cause I could not care at all

And what about Neville, Luna, Hermione and Ron? He had lied to them, after all. Would they think he had run away?

Do or die
You'll never break me
Because the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me

Harry said the words inside of his head, talking directly to Voldemort. As if his enemy could hear them.

We want it all, we wanna play this part

I Won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my scar

His scar twinged, and Harry reached up automatically to flatten his bangs over it. He stopped. What was the point, now? Instead, he brushed his hair back so the lightning bolt stood out stark and clear against his forehead.

Give a cheer, for all the broken
Listen here, because it's who we are
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I'm just a boy, who's had to sing this song
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero

If Voldemort hadn't killed his parents, tried to kill him all those years ago, would Harry really be different or extraordinary? Who was he, really, to try to face down the most powerful wizard of all time?

I -- don't -- care

But no, that wasn't true. Dumbledore was more powerful than Voldemort.

But Dumbledore was dead. Harry was on his own, despite the almost-people that glided through the forest around him. He was alone, and no one was going to help him.

We'll carry on
We'll carry on
Though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
we'll carry on

But wasn't that right? He had always wanted to defeat Voldemort: now he had the chance. Now he was going to.

And this time, he wasn't going to drag anyone but the Dark Lord down with him.

And though you're broken and defeated

Your weary widow marches on

We'll carry on
We'll carry on
(Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
we want it all, we wanna play this part)

We'll carry on
We'll carry
(Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
we want it all, we wanna play this part)

Now.

We'll carry on

Ya, so there it is. Nothing really more to say.