Musical Healing! Chapter 2: Just Prove It To Me!, a harry potter fanfic

Author Note: So as usual I don't own any songs these songs are in order "Camisado - Panic! At The Disco", "There's A Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet - Panic! At The Disco". Enjoy the second chapter of Musical Healing wrote by Dragonfreak1991.

Musical Healing:

Chapter Two: Just Prove It To Me! (Lessons, lessons and unusual things):

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back

You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

Why does it have to be so difficult? That thought reverberated through my pained brain. Argh stupid bloody training program. I was standing in the Great Hall; it was now a form of huge training area for the 5th, 6th and 7th year students. A running track towards the left where the Slytherins sat, then a fencing/sword area where the Ravenclaws sat. Gryffindor had a large duelling stage and the Hufflepuffs area had people speaking about war and other things similar to that. So here I stood in the doors of the Great Hall staring at everybody chatting with their friends, laughing, joking, and having a good time not bothering to listen to the guest speakers, not bothering to actually learn something. Stand by the doorway leaning against the frame for long enough for both Hermione and Ron to come running up to me. "Isn't it great, we're learning something that can help in the war?" That was Hermione.

Then Ron, "Bloody hell mate how can you just stand here staring at everybody having fun… Who cares if we are learning anything its bloody fun?"

I growled and stomped out of the hall again, storming down towards the grounds, finally slumping down in front of the lake. Why won't anybody take this seriously? There is a fucking war approaching fast, why can't anybody understand that? All Hermione cares about is being a fucking sponge, Ron cares about the 'lessons' being fun. Well those 'lessons' isn't teaching anybody anything about the true nature of war… My frown turned into a smirk scary enough to rival Snape's smirk which then began to turn into maniac laughter. I know what to do that would shake those fucking lessons up is to go in there faking to be well they'll see. HAHA oh I'm so clever… All these emotions I had kept inside (except from playing piano) started to come out in my laughing, and soon I was rolling on the ground huffing, panting and then there was a rumble, and another, soon I was laying on the grass next to the Black Lake in a storm. Standing I held my palms up next to my body; I felt, saw, smelt and heard a bolt of lightning head down towards my open palms shocked into stillness. I was even more shocked when it crumpled in my palm into a little bolt of lightning I twisted my hand around staring at the lightning in my palm from various angles, the rain was falling freely now, and I started to sing. "You're a regular decorated emergency. You're a regular decorated emergency. This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor. This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital it's not so pleasant. And it's not so conventional it sure as hell ain't normal. But we deal, we deal…" Giggle and fall back onto the grass staring at the rain slam down onto the Black Lake. You're a regular decorated emergency The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again. Stand then stare to the rain pelting onto the Black Lake, split second decision strip down and dive into the freezing cold water, holding my breath then emerging again.

Oh fuck it's freezing, but wow it feels good… Almost as good as playing the piano… Wayward thoughts helped me sink down under the surface again this time my eyes closed felt somebody dive in, somebody try to drag me up. Eyes fuzzy now I open them but it's even blurrier then when they were closed, "I don't want to leave the Lake…"

"I know… But you must, please Harry, please. Please come Harry…" The person said back to me as if they understood what I said, and I understood what they said.

The water pressure getting smaller and smaller, gasp of breath in air. Coughing, choking noises; being squashed by my saviour trying to remember just what happened. I can control the weather… Don't be ridiculous it's impossible… Then logical explain what just happened… You're a fucking idiot… "Are… Are you alright?"

Panting to gain my breath again I look up at my saviour again and say, "I'm fine, I wasn't… drowning or anything…" They chuckled slightly and said, "You mean to say I fucking saved you for no fucking reason?"

Slight insane giggle again, "I… Guess you could say that…" Then I thought of something else to ask, "Who are you?"

"Nobody special… I am nobody…"

Wry smile, "That's not very nice, everybody is somebody…"

"Yeah Potter, you more so… The Wizard World only needs you to be a saviour…"

"So you only saved me to save the fucking world, everybody should know I can't I'm just a bloody kid, right?" They chuckled again it sounded like music to my ears, "Yes, yes the bashful shit won't work on me Potter. Though with that fucking magic you did before you decided to jump in the Lake to fuck the squid…"

Outraged scoff, "I did not fuck the squid…"

"It was a joke…" Then silence, then, "But seriously that magic you did was really old magic, very powerful…"

"How would you know you're just a student, because if you were a teacher you would tell me off for jumping in the lake and wouldn't use such language…?"

"I may not be your Hermione Granger but I'm good enough apart from having a dick… She might know about it, actually come to think of it I'd best give you a book those powers could be deadly…"

I growl, "Great just another fucking abnormality that could be deadly, might just go and hide…"

"Don't make it worse you dunderhead… Look I'll bloody help you control it, I might not be perfect at it and I'll need Fayme's help… God help me if she ever leaves me alone after this but it… it's worth it… You will need all the help you can get… Suppose I should go inform the headmaster…" Groan and growl out to whoever this mystery person was, "Don't go!"

"Then let me take you to him…"

"Don't want to see him…"

"Let me help you…"

"When, how?"

Chuckle, "So very willing now to learn. Dumbledore must know, I get it Harry you don't want to but you must…"

Sigh and nod, he picks me up bridal style and I giggle again at this, "Damn it Potter get a hold of your emotions…"

Butterflies flip-flop in my stomach at him saying that in such a demanding tone, "I… I can't…"

SLAP! "Well try damn it…"

"Ouch… That hurt…"

"It should bloody stop any hazardous emotions until I get you to the headmaster's then he should be able to help…"

"Is he one too?"

Growl from the man carrying me, "Enough with the questions but is he what you are, no his not…"

"Then how can he help? Why isn't he? What's wrong with me? My head hurts…" ARGH THE PAIN JUST GO AWAY, GO AWAY PAIN… Ouch no, no, no. Leave, leave me alone pain. ARGH IT HURTS! "IT HURTS!"

Crunch, crunch, tip, tap, flip, flop, tap, tap, tap, tap his steps quickened, "Hold on, hold on…"

"I can't, it… ARGH… It hurts…" The pain was overwhelming and I could feel my eyesight blurring and dimming in a pretty form. "Ooohhh the lights are dimming…"

"FUCKING HELL I SAID TO BLOODY HOLD ON YOU BASTARD!" I jumped in his arms when he swore so violently. I got placed down and vaguely aware of shattering glass. Tip, tap, squawk, squawk, tip, crunch, tip, crunch, tap. It hurt to stay in the bounds of consciousness but I was not going to pass out without knowing whose presence I was in.

Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...

When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
Whoa, everything goes according to plan.

I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it

Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain, and
I bet you just can't keep up with, (keep up) with these fashionistas, and
Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shh...

Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.

I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better, and you can't stand it

And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.

"Harry… my boy can you tell me what happened?" I heard vaguely another voice to the silky one to who saved me. It felt like my head had been dunked into water and the water had filled my ears. "Argh…" I groaned. Then I heard the same person who saved me, "Perhaps it would be prudent to assess Potter's health and mental state first…"

"Excellent suggestion Severus, I'd ask for you to get Poppy but that could be bad can you do the scans?"

"Suppose I don't have a choice now, do I? Hold still please Potter…" Another groan from me but stay still for them to do stupid scans.

"FUCK!" The older man admonished Severus for swearing but it made me look up again, surprisingly now I could see and I didn't even have my glasses on, "SNAPE! YOU SAVED ME!"

He snorted then said, "How about we inform the headmaster about your new powers?"

"I don't want to; it will only end in him doing nothing as always, I'm sick of it. Please Severus, please I need you…" The vulnerability that I was trying to hide came out in my last sentence I didn't even want or mean to say but it came out. Severus looked at me again and said, "Look I am getting Fayme to help and she is bloody good at what she does, just listen silly boy, you need help so Fayme and I will help but not if you won't listen…" I looked up at him again and shivered, "O-Okay…"