Eventual HP/SS. platonic HP/PP. Harry gains a new family when over the summer he is forced to live with someone. He falls for Severus, fights Voldemort, adopts a sister, becomes a godfather, kills Voldemort, and perhaps there will be a sappy happy ending...

Chapter One: I'm an idiot.

Pansy smirked as she cast the last spell to complete her devious scheme. In ten minutes, her best friend would begin practicing with his non-school friends in the Room of Requirement. He and his friends had a sort of music band, a rock band to be more precise. They were amazing, his vocals awesome.
She had tried numerous times to convince him to apply for the position of Music Entertainer for the school dances and balls, but he had blushed and refused. She knew his self-confidence in regards to his musical talent was almost non-existent, but she knew the truth. With everything happening in the War against Voldemort, he needed to cut loose and enjoy himself more.

Now the entire school would hear how awesome he was, and he wouldn't even know it...at least not until he was approached by the Headmaster about the job. She sat down at the Slytherin table and waited. In a few moments, everyone eating in the Great Hall would hear the practice session. It was lunch on a Saturday, so nearly the entire school was there in the Great Hall. He always sneaked away to play at this time, because it was so disorganized and crowded, no one noticed he was gone. She could hardly sit still as she waited. She knew he would probably be mad at her for a while, but he could never stay angry at her too long, and she was confident he'd be pleased at the end.

The music started and a few beats later, his voice started singing the words written by his fellow band member.

'Breaking my back just to know your name
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game
I'm breaking my back just to know your name
But heaven ain't close in a place like this
Anything goes but don't blink you might miss
Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight
Never thought I'd let a rumour ruin my moonlight'

The entire hall went quiet, and the professors exchanged confused glances. Pansy barely contained a squeal of excitement. The students at the table looked confused, but the music was still playing and many of them could not stop their bodies from moving to the song.

'Well. somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looks like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential.'

Pansy laughed at the lyrics, and cheered as more students began dancing and moving their heads. She herself had not heard this song yet, but she was enjoying it and could tell that even the strict Minerva McGonagall was liking it, although you had to look very closely to see it.

'Ready? Let's roll onto something new
Taking its toll and I'm leaving without you
Ready? Let's roll onto something new
But heaven ain't close in a place like this
Anything goes but don't blink you might miss.'

It always amazed her how his voice could change to make each song different and exciting. He could sound like....she fought to remember the names of the Muggle singers he had exposed her to...oh, yes, Rod Stewart one minute, and Nickleback the next, or switch from Aerosmith to Tim McGraw.

'Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight
Never thought I'd let a rumour ruin my moonlight.'

The only professor not smiling and enjoying the song was, unsurprisingly, the Potions Mas ter, Severus Snape. At least, as far as his expression and demeanor went, he seemed highly resentful at the interruption to his lunch. Of course, no one could tell that behind his glaring black eyes, he was entranced, not by the song itself, but by the voice singing it.

'Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looks like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential
A rushin', a rushin' around.'

Pansy was quite enjoying herself, and knew that eventually, her best friend would be happy, too.

'Pace yourself from me
I said maybe baby please
But I just don't know now

Somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looks like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential
A rushin', a rushin' around'

The song was over and Pansy stood and cheered, along with the three nonSlytherin houses. Even McGonagall clapped a few times, while Dumbledore and Flitwick applauded most enthusiastically, much to the disgust of Snape. Flitwick made quite the picture, clapping, a large grin on his face, jumping up and down in his seat.
The roar of the crowd was deafening, so much so that Pansy had to cover her ears. She felt very proud of herself. Of course, she would have to make sure everyone knew who was singing, but that would be of minimal trouble.
She was feeling very smug, until, that is, she, and everyone in the Great Hall, heard the singers start talking.

"Hey, Harry, man, that was great. I had no idea it would sound so good when I wrote it." a male voice said, speaking in an awed, and pleased, tone.

A deep, spine shivering, delicious male voice laughed. "I'm glad I was able to sing well enough for you. How on earth, though, did you come up with those lyrics?" Harry asked.

"It just came to me when we were practicing 'When I'm Gone'. Do you think that it'll go over well with the fans?"

Another voice, that was neither Harry nor the song writer, answered. "Of course it will, Jory. And even if it doesn't, who cares? The chicks will still dig us!"

Harry laughed again. "Please, Alan, the chicks have never "dug" you. You guys are only scammed on by penguins and mutts. And I don't know about you, but I don't think that's very flattering," he said, the smirk showing in his voice.

Alan spoke again. "Well, are we on for the meeting tonight?" he asked, his voice suddenly serious.

"Yes, of course. Tonight is the only night we can do it. We go into tonight, like planned," Jory answered.

"Does everyone remember their parts?" Harry asked.

A new voice spoke up. "Yes, Lord, Harry, we remember. I'll take the kid while Jory and Alan take care of the parents."

The Great Hall was now quiet, with everyone staring around and at each other. The turn of the conversation and the tones of voices were making them nervous as the band's plans were reviewed.

"Very good, Trisk. Remember, after you've taken care of the prats, join me upstairs. You can all have a go at her once I'm finished beating her," Harry told them.
Everyone in the Great Hall gasped, and Pansy's face paled as she realized how the conversation sounded to the unknowing body of students and professors. It sounded as if they were planning a violent attack, and she hurriedly tried to end the spell which allowed the band's conversation to be broadcast.

"AWESOME! I've been waiting to beat that bitch. It's been driving me crazy since she first crucified me!" Jory said, the excitment clear in his voice.

"I'm going to teach the bitch a lesson; NO ONE FUCKS WITH ME AND GETS AWAY WITH IT.." Harry said vehemently.

Pansy was panicking. It was looking worse and worse for her friend, and now she wasn't so sure Harry would be so forgiving. She waved her wand and finally remembered the correct pronunciation of the counter spell, and the Great Hall shrouded in silence.

Almost immediately, the Hall's occupants broke out into loud chattering, each person turning to the next to speculate about what they had just heard. "Harry Potter's going to beat up a girl!" "I thought he was above such a thing!" "How could he be so..so..so evil?" "How dare he hit a woman! and then let his friends take a swing at her!" "I always knew he was evil! He's probably in cahoots with You-Know-Who!"

Pansy's face turned red. She had just made her best friend look like an evil asshole, fueling the rumors that still circulated, however quietly, about the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry was never going to forgive her for this. He had never been able to stay angry at her for long, but this was beyond anything she had ever done before, and she didn't know how he would handle being on the school's bad side again.
TBC

AN: First chapter of story number one hundred. I've started many stories, but I feel this one has more potential than others. I don't know if I will post this or not. I guess if you'r reading this, then I did post it, eh? Review, please, just don't demand I post more immediately, lol. I can't sleep when I've got nightmares about angry fans burning down my house and chasing me with pitchforks shudder. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Song is 'Somebody Told Me' by The Killers. Don't ask me what relevance that song has to the fic, because there really isn't any. I've just had that song in my head for a week or so and had to write my favourite Gryffindor-Should-Have-Been-Slytherin singing it.

TBC

The story title of this fic is Latin and means 'To Love and to Protect."

This chapter is a reposting. My new beta was kind enough to edit it for me. says to beta Merci beaucoup!