Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter never will.
A\N: nothing much to say so on wards to the fic.
No one really knows that he can sing. Most agree that he has an average voice but nothing to make it big. But no one has ever heard him sing with all his heart. Raise his voice to the heavens and let if flow.
He's very shy about letting other people hear his voice. Honestly he doesn't want them to. To him it's like sharing a secret with the whole world and hurting a meaningful person. His entire life he has never been good at sharing so sharing this is too much for him to do.
There are times that he has trouble keeping his voice locked away though. During private walks on hidden paths he lets himself go. Brazenly letting his secret out to reach the skies. Like his friends when he showers he sings letting out a bit of true power. The neighbors always have something nice to say about it even if they don't like him.
During school he steals away from the dorms at night to sing on the edge of the forest. The creatures come to listen and the mere-folk sit on the bay.
During these moments he knows his is not alone, feels it deep in his core. Some of his viewers join in offering their voice to his song. When he's done they leave for home and he to his shared room. No one asks where he has been as long as he returns healthy, sane, and unharmed.
Today is the last one he shall spend in this place forced to follow its rules. Tonight he will enter into the forest and sing with every ounce of him leaving nothing for human kind of.
Time passes fast and to slow all at once. He walks into the forest a path created by his viewers. At its base sit familiar eyes since in the dark you can never really see a face. Mere-folk sit gathered at the edge of a pond, sky-creatures hiding in the branches and land-dwellers hiding behind tree trunks and rocks. It looks so empty but he knows life lurks everywhere. The very air is living.
He let's out his secret then. Singing the song his soul has been writing his entire life. They all listen because he has become their friend.
As his voice slows and softens they smile letting him know all is ok. That they won't be angry with him.
Then standing there they watch his body drop lifeless to the moss covered ground. There are no defining marks to be seen. Wind touched ebony strands falling to the grass. Old spectacles turning to dust the boys core unable to keep them anymore. Slowly some go to work covering his form from the cold nights laying down furs and grass to protect the seemingly sleeping once-child.
Left to them now a shriveled form of someone aged to fast. Drained of all he needs. Someday he will wake up and sing for them once more. Till then they shall watch him as he sleeps hoping rest will bring back breath to the shriveled husk. Breathe beauty back into once eternal emerald eyes. Restoring youth to the old body.
Cp. 8:34PM 8/05/06 Sat. Josh Groban, Tesla, Erasure, Papermoon, and Annie Lennox