Please don't ridicule me. This is my first Harry Potter fic, and while I am not a huge fan of the genre, I wanted to try it.
The characters are not mine, they belong to J.K. Rowling. Also, the song I used is not mine, it was part of a production I was in this summer. I had to change the words a little - the original song was about a female goldfish. *coughs*
Read.. if you dare, and please review.
Into the fire
I smell trouble cookin'
And gettin' too hot
A woman's scream -- a loud crash -- green light spilling into his vision.
A sharp, searing pain in his forehead.
He's out on a wire
Our little hero's lookin
Like somethin' he's not.
"I.. a .. what?" He was shocked.
I wonder if he's really willin' to pay the price of fame
Harry nervously brushed his bangs over his forehead. Could he deal with all these people staring at him? What did they expect? Even if he was a legend, he was simply a boy.
He squared his shoulders, then entered the Hall.
To be a star is really thrillin' but in the big time
"ThatÕs.. the Harry Potter?"
All around him, he heard whispers, and all eyes turned toward him as he walked down the hallway.
He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride.
The sharks are out for blood and it's a dangerous game
Malfoy and his thugs approached, triumphant smirks on their faces.
Harry glanced around. The hall was full of Slytherins - not a friend in sight. He was prepared for a fight.
Hey little fish
You might just stop to inquire
Harry thought back to his life before Hogwarts. It had all happened so quickly.
But why, in the first place, had he been forced to have a life outside of the wizarding world? Why had his parents died?
And most of all, why had he survived?
Wiping the tears from his face, Harry turned over and tried to sleep.
Am I jumpin' from the fryin' pan
Hermione disappeared, going back to help Ron. Harry glanced at the vial in his hand and peered through the barrier before him. The only way out was the hard way.
Harry raised the vial to his lips and drank.
Right into the fire
Harry watched the Professor as he stared into the mirror. The boy gulped.
Right into the fire
He felt the Stone in his pocket and took a deep breath, steadying himself for a fight.
Right into the fire
Harry stepped forward, wand in hand.