Title: The Music That Connects Us
Chapters: 2 of ?
Author: 08FanfictionAddiction
Ch. 2 Rating: T
Pairings: none yet
Spoilers: Harry Potter books
Chapter 2 Warnings: language
Genre: drama, romance
Summary: Harry Potter has disappeared from the Wizarding World. Little does everyone know, he is the recently acclaimed rockstar sensation amongst muggles and the wizarding world, Aidan Macallister, lead singer of the band, Living Pulse. How will everyone react when they find out?
A/N: Sorry for the cliff hanger last time.
Also I do not own any people, places, or things mentioned in this story. They all belong to their respective owners.
"Finite Incantatem." Said Logan and to his satisfaction, Harry began to change back to himself. His magical items appeared their regular size as well. Harry could just stand there and gawp.
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"You…." Said Harry, who then turned and point his wand and shrunk down his items and such. Logan grinned.
"Thought so." He said. Harry just stared at him, dumbfounded.
"How did you know?" asked Harry. Logan eased himself back into the chair.
"I added up all the clues and being a fellow wizard, it wasn't hard to reach that conclusion. You lied about your name. You have secrets that you can't tell anyone. You would constantly rub at a spot on your forehead when bored or tired. Your fingers twitch and you would check to see if your wand was there. Not to mention that the lights flickered when you got mad at that one waiter." Said Logan. Harry sat down, feeling distraught. Was he really that obvious? That would never work if he needed to remain inconspicuous.
"Now Harry… Care to tell me the whole nightmare story?" asked Logan. Harry ordered some team be brought up to their room. When it arrived, he sound proofed the room again and sighed.
"You might as well relax because I'm about to tell one hell of a story." Said Harry.
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"Bloody Hell…" said Logan when Harry was finished. He couldn't believe it! Harry had gone through all that?
"You're surprised?" asked Harry.
"I attend the Wizarding School in America. Sure we'd sorta heard about what was going on here but we mostly kept to ourselves…" said Logan. They both sat in silence. The air was clear and there were no big secrets still hiding. They sat for a while, just mulling things over. Logan broke the silence by talking about his school.
It turns out, Logan's Wizarding School was a lot more advanced in everything than Hogwarts because the kids were taught from a younger age. So the spells Harry learned this past year, Logan had known his second year. Harry was impressed, especially since Logan's school was up-to-date with all the wizarding technology and such.
"I wish Hogwarts was like that…. I'm going to miss not having music when I go back to school…" said Harry. He sighed and looked out the window. He couldn't help but be reminded of what he would be returning to. Prejudice…. And a world on the brink of war.
"I wish… I wish I could just leave it all behind… not have to return. Everyone keeps expecting everything from me. I'm the golden boy… the Boy-Who-Lived and I know for a fact that I'll have to be the one to defeat Voldemort." He said. Hearing Harry say the name made Logan shiver.
"So why don't you?" said Logan, causing Harry to look at him. "Why do you have to go to Hog-whatever? You can transfer somewhere else. Hell…. You probably have enough money to your name to hire your own private tutor to teach you the rest of your life. You could learn things not regularly taught and you could go at your own pace." Harry smiled and practically hugged the man.
Logan was right! Who said he had to go to Hogwarts just because his parents did? He was his own person Damnit! He could escape from all that if he wanted to… and that was exactly what he was going to do.
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It was a couple days later that Harry and Logan found themselves heading into Diagon Alley with Harry under a glamour. Logan couldn't help but stop at every window to look inside the shops.
Harry left him to browse while he went inside Gringotts. He released the glamour when he got inside and walked to a nearby teller.
"May your gold flow smoothly and your axe be ever sharp." said Harry, when the goblin looked at him, surprised at the politeness of the male.
"And may your riches pile up and your blade be victorious. What can I do for you?" It replied
"I wish to inquire about my inheritance. I also wish to discuss the terms of my will." Said Harry. He figured he should get all his affairs in order while he was here.
"By the sound of it, you wish for this to be quiet. We shall go see Carkdul then, as he is the branch manager." The goblin said. He put up a sign and had Harry follow him. In a few moments, they reached the office of Carkdul. Harry noticed the office was comfortable and luxurious. The goblin with him, Griphook, bowed before stepping aside to let Harry in.
"The client wishes for a private inheritance test and to discuss his will and testament." Said Griphook.
"You may use the fourth private testing room." Said Carkdul, giving them a polite glance before he continued with paperwork. The two left and head to the private testing room. Harry sat on the examination table and noticed there was a seemingly innocent and empty parchment on the table across from him.
"For the test, we will only need a few drops of blood… but the test will reveal everything money-wise that has to deal with you." Said Griphook. Harry took the knife he was offered and slit his thumb, dropping three drops onto the parchment. He was told to wait until Griphook returned. Harry nod and sat there.
He started to hum while he wait and tap a beat on his leg. It was about 6 minutes later when he heard goblins arguing outside and a minute later, they came in. It was Griphook, along with Carkdul and a few other goblins.
"Mr. Potter, it seems we have discovered a great injustice upon you. We have much to discuss. Please come to my office." Said Carkdul. The goblins dispersed and Harry was led by Griphook.
"Please sit Mr. Potter." Said Carkdul. Harry sat downin one of the plush chairs and listened attentively.
"IT appears that your guardian Albus Dumbledore has…. Well… read for yourself." Said Carkdul. He hand the parchment over to Harry, who began to read.
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Harry was furious. To think that Dumbledore, the man he'd thought of as a grandfather, would do that. He'd just found out that Sirius Black was Harry's rightful guardian. However, since Sirius never received a proper trial, he was not considered fit to be guardian. In which case, he should have been passed along to someone else in the Potter or Black lineage or even to the Longbottom family. Albus Dumbledore was never supposed to be Harry's guardian.
The parchment went on to read that Albus had, in fact, being unrightfully taking money from the Potter vault and paying it to the Dursleys, which Harry never saw, and to the Granger and Weasley families to make friends with Harry and keep him on the right track, or in Dumbledore's case, on the track he wanted Harry on.
Harry couldn't believe it! He'd been lied and cheated by people he held close and he was rather upset, if the flickering lights and shaking furniture was anything to go by. Carkdul frowned slightly as Harry tried to calm down.
"I want that contract broken… and a new will written." Said Harry. Carkdul nodded and got up.
"While I fetch the goblin in charge of that, you should read over your assets." He said. Harry nod and after taking a few breaths, he started to read.
Heir to the House of Gryffindor.
Heir to the House of Ravenclaw.
Heir to the Potter family.
Heir to the Evans family.
Possessor of all monies, artifacts, titles and estates of aforementioned families. May press for possession of these families:
The House of Slytherin.
Gryffindor Manor.
20% of Hogwarts castle.
350 relics and tomes, including the Sword of Gryffindor.
9,764,283 Galleons, 26 Sickles, 15 Knuts
Ravenclaw castle.
20% of Hogwarts castle.
800 relics including Diadem of Ravenclaw.
4,986,378 Galleons, 17 Sickles, 9 Knuts
24% ownership of Daily Prophet.
Potter Manor.
300 relics/tomes.
Godric's Hallow.
612,789 Galleons, 7 sickles, 8 Knuts
Number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey
Able to become an adult and accept all monies, titles, and entitlements at the age of 13.
Harry's jaw dropped as he read all of it. He could own all of that? Not that he wanted to because it was too much for him. It was in this time that Cardkul came back. Harry, knowing that goblins were sworn to secrecy, told him of his plan to leave Hogwarts and it was decided that Dumbledore, the Weasley family, and the Granger family would receive the current amount owed to them before they would lose access to all of Harry's assets but Harry would be gone by the time they realized.
Harry decided that he would use Godric's Hallow as his hiding place, since he was not supposed to have knowledge of the place. He discussed the will and had Dumbledore, the Grangers and the Weasleys removed from his will, except Fred and George, who Harry knew that those two would never do something like that because they hated their mother. He had Neville, Sirius, Remus, and Logan added to the Will. This Will was more of like a rough draft. Should Harry die the mentioned people would receive their entitlements but Harry could come back at any time to add/remove people.
"I suggest, Mr. Potter that you continue to feign ignorance until you have everything in order, at which time you can choose what route to take." Said Cardkul. "The goblins will help prepare your estate for you as an apology for our mistake."
"Oh that's not necessary." Said Harry.
"Nonsense Mr. Potter. It is already being done." Said Cardkul. Harry thanked the Goblin in his language, then was escorted to his vault. He withdrew a certain amount to be kept in Godric's Hallow for emergency purposes, then decided that his business there was finished. After putting the Glamour back on and heading outside to meet with Logan.
Needless to say, Logan got an earful that night about all that had transpired and the new revelations. Logan was outraged and for good reason. Logan spent the night discussing things with Harry until Harry had everything in order for the upcoming months.
It took about a week for Godric's Hallow to be prepared. Logan decided to let Harry go by himself, so Harry arrived at Gringotts and met with Griphook. They made a portkey out of an old shoe and head to the estate.
Harry felt strange seeing the house he'd been in as a child. Not to mention that everything around him seemed abandoned. Harry started to explore the house. He felt a strong tie to it, after all. Once it seemed everything was in place, Harry was taken back to Gringotts. Now that his affairs were in order, he planned to spend the last few weeks of his summer enjoying himself. Even with the increasing nightmares, he still had fun, knowing that school would be hell when he returned.
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Harry, still using his glamour, made his way to King's Cross and then towards the Hogwarts express. Logan had said he would meet Harry and see him off but Harry hadn't seen any sign of the male. He was going to get on the train, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned quickly, then relaxed, seeing it was only Logan, who was slightly out of breath.
"Here." Said Logan, holding out a present for him. Harry was confused because had already given him a birthday present. Logan rolled his eyes.
"Just open it." He said. Harry opened it and was surprised to see an I-phone 4 in it. Harry looked at Logan confused.
"Look I know you wanted one okay and I already went and installed like… 500 songs on it for you and I programmed my number into it so we can text. It's easier than waiting for an owl. Oh and that scroll there has a spell invented by someone in Japan. The spell keeps the phone charged and greatly increases the signal so sending messages shouldn't be a problem." Said Logan. Harry smiled, feeling misty eyed and hugged Logan, causing him to blush slightly.
"Yeah yeah… just keep in contact okay? Otherwise I might have to come hunt you down, ya git. Good luck mate oh and… Happy Birthday." Said Logan. Harry put the I-phone into his pocket and waved to Logan, climbing onto the train. He found an empty compartment and sat down in the seat. He didn't take the glamour off for about 10 minutes and then settled down to stare out the window.
He heard the compartment door open and tried not to twitch as he heard Ron's voice.
"There you are Harry. We've been looking everywhere for you." Said the red-head.
"I told you he was here somewhere." Said the other annoying voice. They sat down and started to question Harry about his summer. Harry tried to hold his temper, really he did… but as he had his mother's temper, that didn't last long.
"Oh sod off both of you! What the hell do you think you're playing at? Did you think I wouldn't find out?" asked Harry, jumping up. Ron and Hermione were shocked. Some passerbyers and those in nearby compartments had stopped to listen.
"Harry what's gotten into you?" asked Hermione. Ron scoffed.
"I'll tell you what. He's gone off his rocker. He's got a mental problems." Said Ron, rolling his eyes.
"Mental problem? No… but what I do have a problem with is you, you red-haired, son of a blast-ended skrewt!" said Harry. People gaped as him as he stormed out of the compartment, only for Ron and Hermione to come out after him. Really? They were going to do this right there in the hallway? Whatever… Harry didn't care. He'd have witnesses this time.
In the compartment near him were some of his peers: Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan, Dean, and the Patil twins. They, of course, were eager to listen.
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The slytherins could hear a commotion outside and one Draco Malfoy didn't really care until he heard Harry Potter… and the word fight. So of course, his curiosity was now piqued. He intimidated a third year and got an answer out of him. Taking his cronies Crabbe and Goyle with him, he head towards where the commotion was, moving people out of the way. He was surprised by what he was seeing. Harry and the Weasel were in a heated argument. Insults were being thrown back and forth, each one worse than the rest and finally it was the Weasel who delivered a low-blow… an insult to Harry's mother.
People had to step back because the lights had started to flicker and Harry's fingers were letting off electrical static and if he attacked, well they didn't want to be in the way. Everyone knew that an angry Wizard, whose magic is starting to spill out of him because of anger, was dangerous. Everything was silent as the two faced off. The lights quickly returned to normal though, and Harry tilted his head slightly.
"Neville… will you read this for me? The whole thing please." he asked, pulling parchment out of his coat. Longbottom's eyes went wide and he shakily took the parchment.
"Th-this is a real, official parchment… signed from Carkdul Leafspark, the Head Branch management from Gringotts bank…" said Neville. Draco took a moment, after shaking off how stunned he was, to study Potter. The man was unnervingly calm but he could tell that the man could snap at any moment. He turned his attention back to listening, trying not to seem eager. The first part was mostly legal stuff and then came the juicy part and when everyone heard it, they were stunned.
It didn't surprise the Slytherin that Dumbledore would do something like that; Pay people to be friends and make good with the Boy-Who-Lived. The man was both far too cowardice and cunning for his own good. He wasn't surprised about Granger either but he was surprised that Weasel had managed to pull this off for so long. People were starting to give dirty looks to Granger and the Weasel, whispering, words like dirty rats and liar. Both of them were pale and Granger was crying and almost about to faint.
"Keep reading." Said Potter, lowly. Longbottom nodded and with a surprisingly calm voice, started to read again.
"In light of these recent events, the following people, listed below, will be forthwith stripped of any assets gained after July 31, 1997 which were obtained by means of the misappropriated funds and will no longer receive monies from the Potter or Evans family. These people shall hereby and henceforth not receive any benefits from any titles or entitlements underneath the Potter name and shall be considered unbecoming and unfitting for relations with either the Potter or Evans lineage unless otherwise stated by Lord Potter himself. This includes relations by fraternization, familial means, or professional and business means. The aforementioned people are:
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Arthur Weasley
Molly Weasley
Percy Ignatius Weasley
Ronald Billius Weasley
Ginerva Molly Weasley
Hermione Jean Granger
Mr. and Mrs. Granger
Petunia Evans-Dursley
Vernon Dursley
Dudley Dursley
Anyone in relation to the aforementioned people will not receive any more monies but will be allowed to keep any previously obtained benefits and status with the Potter-Evans families unless otherwise stated by Lord Potter. Those not stated are free to continue relations with the Potter-Evans families and use their benefits freely for themselves and their descendants but if at any time said benefits are used or given to the unfitted and discredited persons, then the benefits of the person or persons at fault will be seized and will receive the same status as those that have been discredited. All assets seized will be returned to the Potter-Evans families forthwith and Lord Potter will henceforth gain complete access to everything listed in his inheritance, with no exceptions.
Signed,
Harry James Potter-Evans-Black
Carkdul Leafspark
Neville and everyone else was stunned to say the least. Harry took the parchment, then stood there, with static still coming from his fingertips. He walked forward and they held their breaths, wondering what he would do and all of them ready to fire off a hex if he attacked. Instead, Harry just leaned towards Ron and Hermione.
"You're both pathetic." He whispered coldly, but it was loud in the dead silence around him. Then Harry stalked past them, eventually disappearing into one of the compartments. No one moved from where they were for quite a while, but eventually everyone drifted back to their own compartments, talking about what just happened. It wasn't long before the whole train knew what had gone down. They might not have known the details but they knew that Harry Potter had cut ties, quite unabashedly, between himself and certain people.
Draco went looking for Potter. He wasn't sure why but something told him that this was his chance and he had to take it… though his chance at what?
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Harry tensed when he heard the compartment door open but made no other indication that someone had come in. He'd quickly calmed down after he was out of the vicinity of the two he hated and now he just stared at the window. He was lost in the world of Eminem. He sensed someone sit in front of him and was surprised to look up and see it was Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle in the compartment.
He pulled out one of the earbuds and looked at Draco. They both stared at each other in silence, before Harry went back to looking out the window.
Draco was… well for the lack of a better word… shocked. Normally Potter would feel affronted by his presence but now he just seemed to shrug it off as if they hung out together all the time. Little did Draco know, that already his heart and mind were starting to change and in a few months' time he wouldn't be a daddy's boy anymore but he would think for himself and set upon his own path.
The silence was tense though. Nobody seemed to want to say anything until Goyle spoke up.
"What that?" he asked, pointing to the I-pod in Harry's hands.
"This?" said Harry, lifting it up. "Muggle technology. You wouldn't be interested." He sat back and the compartment grew silent again, with only a soft humming that seemed to come from Harry. It was Crabbe who spoke up this time.
"What does it do?" he asked. Harry looked around and could see that everyone, including Draco though he tried to hide it, was interested in this muggle technology.
"This, my technologically ignorant companions, is called a cell phone. Kind of like those old phones that some of your grandparents have. This phone is better because it's light and I can take it anywhere. I can use it to play games, send messages to people and even talk to them. I could talk to anyone in the world if I wanted to… as long as they have a phone. This particular brand, however, is called an I-phone 4, an advanced model from its original form. The best part is…" said Harry. He was excited to explain this to them. He pulled the headphones out, pushing the play button and it started to play music. "I can play music on it." He said.
All three slytherin boys were interested and they stared in awe. Draco looked at Harry, who was actually smiling as the song played.
"This… is muggle music isn't it?" he asked, haughtily. Harry gave him a look that would have made anyone else squirm in their seats.
"Yes it is… Got a problem with it?" asked Harry. Draco shook his head. Like Harry, he'd mostly been subject to Wizard music or at rare occasions, old Muggle Classical music.
"No Potter…. I was just… curious. I've never heard such music." Said Draco. To be honest, he quite enjoyed it. Harry smirked and put a charm on their compartment so no one else could hear.
"Trust me… you haven't heard anything yet." Said Harry. So the four of them stayed in the compartment and listened to music for the rest of the trip, with Harry always telling them the name of the song, the person or group who sings it and what genre of music it was. It was quite relaxing and both Draco and Harry enjoyed themselves.
And so started the new friendship between Harry and Draco… A friendship that would redefine them both in years to come.
A/N: What do you think? Also I'm not sure if I want Harry and Draco to be paired together or if I should make this a Harry and Voldemort pairing fic since those are rare.