A/N: Look, I know I said this was completed, but I came up with this idea, and it wouldn't have worked as a sequal, so I had to make it another chaper. As always, I am begging you to review, especially because I have people who are putting me and my stories on alerts lists, but not reviewing. That is sad. You like our story but you don't say so. So please review, or I'm not doing the sequal to this that I am still planning on doing. I know that I am skipping some of the lines of the song (which is "Umbrella" by Rihanna, see, not mine), but I'm only skipping parts that wouldn't make sense in the story. And I know there is more than two choruses, but I didn't know how to fit the secand one in, so I had to skip it. Sorry. This is a songfic chapter thing. The verses are a bit confusing, so I translated them as best I could. Sorry if it doesn't make much sense, I tried.
!!WARNING!!: I'm changing the rating to T because of this chapter. It contains bad language, SLASH and a small reference to sex, but you might need a magnifying glass to see it.
Harry knows now that with this new found house, even when a storm in his life came, you wouldn't find any clouds. Because he would be able to fight them off with the help of Pansy, Draco, and Blaise. So let it rain, let whatever bad things coming come, let his hold world try to fall down around him, because with his friends help, he could do anything. He could withstand anything now. It didn't matter what the Daily Prophet said about him betraying Griffindor now, because he knew he belonged in Slytherin. It didn't matter what shit his old friends spouted anymore, because he had new and better friends that would never say the things they were saying.
"Hey, Potter! Faggot! How's our disgusting little foursome doing today, huh, asshole?!" Seamus Finnigan yelled as Harry, Draco, and Pansy were on their way to meet Blaise in the Great Hall for dinner.
"Yeah, I guess it's a good thing your gay, Potter, because I woulda beat your ass if you cheated on me with a Slytherin! How I ever had a crush on you, I will never know! You fuckin' pouf!" Ginny agreed.
"It's a good thing your parents and Sirius died when they did, Potter, because they would've been hearbroken about what you've done;" Ron said dangerously, "as it is my family isn't talking to you or the stupid halfblood and werewolf because they're still on your side, the retards."
"I hope you guys know your not hurting me, because your not," Harry replied with nothing but contempt, which was a first for him.
With the faces of outrage and shock that his old roommates and friends had when he said this, Harry knew that when hard things came, him and his real friends would rise out of it and be stronger than before. They would fly higher than the weather and the clouds trying to block him from being happy.
No clouds in my storms
Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank
Coming down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone, we Rocafella
We fly higher than weather
No matter what, Harry and the other Slytherins would always have each other's backs, he knew now that they would never drift apart, Harry wouldn't let them, because they were all he had left. No matter how many magazines and newspaper articles Harry was in, he knew he would always just be Harry, something that he couldn't say about the Griffindors, because they had grown up worshiping him, so they all had a certain perception of him, a specific idea of what he was.
Ron thought he was a pampered little prince, with as much money as he would ever need, and heroic and brave, if a bit arrogent. Ginny thought he was her handsome prince, her knight in shining armor, her strong, brave, true, and loyal savior, when it was he who needed to be saved. Hermione only saw him as a historical figure in all the books she read, telling her of the impossible deeds, miracles, and rescues he had made and done. But none of these were true, and the Slytherins knew that, because they had grown up hating me, so when they thought me different than who they thought I was, they saw me for something entirely differentYou have my heart.
And we'll never be worlds apart
May be in magazines
But you'll still be my star
In the dark, you can't see all the good you have, and all the good that you can have, and he had been in the dark all the years he had been friends with Ron, Hemione, and Co. He hadn't realized how amazing a friendship he could have with a different house, the house he should have been in all along.
"Proffeser Dumpledore! Proffeser Dumbledore! You told me to come and discuss a new living situation with you," Harry called into what he saw was an empty room.
"Damnit, he's not here, is he?" he asked no one, and was surprised when the old and torn hat upon a pedestal replied.
"No, Mr. Potter, I'm afraid he's not. So I heard you belong in Slytherin after all. I so hoped you were right about Griffindor, but, alas, I suppose what will come will come," the aged Sorting Hat said sadly, but wisely.
"I guess you were right, but I'm happier now than I ever was in Griffindor," Harry said cheerfully. And then Dumbledore came in and assigned Harry to a bed right next to Draco's, knowing, of course, the things that meant they would do when the lights were out. He grinned wisely as Harry left his office for a Potion's class at which he now excelled, for he was now part of the Slytherin team; he even wore their robes, every and Quiddich.
Later that night, Harry sat in his new bed, sobbing into Draco's chest at the infamiliarity of his new sleeping quarters. He missed his old bed in Griffindor, and Ron and Neville's snoring, and Dean and Seamus's snickering late into the night, and the giggles of Lavender and Parvati when they snuck in to see their boyfriends. He needed his new friends now more than ever. He needed them to make him realize that he wasn't missing out on anything.
Baby cause in the dark
You can't see shiny cars
And that's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
"Harry, you know that we will always be there there for you, don't you. We promise; in fact we, Draco Lucius Malfoy, Pansy Louise Parkinson, and Blaise Antonio Zabini make a solemn oath to be you, Harry James Potter's, friend forever," they all vowed at once.
He knew they would never break that vow, especially now, when the entire wizarding world was quickly growing to hate the person they so recently labelled their savior. He knew that no matter what happened, no matter how much hate mail he got instead of marriage proposals and thank yous, him and his friends would always have each other. They would protect each other from the rain that would stop at nothing to beat them down.
When the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
And yet there were still those people and componies who called him giving him fancy stuff and offering his fancy positions; he had decided he was going to be on the Chudley Cannons, and not as a reserve player. Soon after he accepted the position, he found out that Ron had denounced his once favorite sport, and he grinned. This was why he had accepted it in the first place. But even though he would then even more famous than he was now, and even though he would be travelling most of the year, he wouldn't let that stand between his relationship with Draco and the others. Because they were now a part of each other, from now till infinity.
"I hope you know that I won't let my job get between us right?" Harry asked nervously, breaking the comfortable silence they were sharing in Harry's Head Boy Common Room. They all hoped it would be the last comfortable silence they would share.
"We know, Harry, we know you'll try not to let it," Blaise said sadly; he didn't want his years at Hogwarts to end.
"No! You don't understand! It won't!! I won't let it!!!, Harry screamed angrily at them all, and then, in the softest, saddest voice they had ever heard, "I need you guys." They understood now. The war had been hard on Harry, and the world had sure dealt him a bad hand, but he had risen to the top and stayed the way he was all the same. They were all proud of the fact that after everything he had been throuh, after all the times he had been let down, whether it was purposeful or not, that he could still open himself up for other people and bare his soul to those he cared about. That didn't mean he was okay, no. He was heartbroken over the loss of his first ever friends, although he knew they didn't deserve to know someone as wonderful a person and a friend as him.
No matter. They would help he heal his broken heart.
These fancy things, will never come in between
You're part of my entity, here for Infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt it's cards
If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart
The three original Slytherins were all broken out of their reveries by hurt sobbing coming from their devastated friend. They knew that they had to let him cry into their shoulders and reasure him that they would always be there to comfort him.
"It's okay, Harry. You know we're not going anywhere. You can't get rid of us that easily. Don't be scared," Draco soothed. Harry felt a warmth that he hadn't felt for an extremely long time, maybe ever, for he couldn't remember a time. He felt safe. He felt safe with the comfort and reasurence of his friends, he felt safe in the eternal companionship he realized they would always share, and he felt safe in the fact that they wouldn't let him sink into depression and suicide as easily as his last friends did; they wouldn't let him give up. But most of all he felt safe in the warm, strong walls of Draco's arms. This was a new sensation for him, and he liked it. There was no distance between them, physical or otherwise.
"Then let the rain come, because you guys are all I'll ever need and more," he cheered up and smiled his dazzling smile, lifting everyone's drowning spirits and pouring them all some Firewhiskey. They looked at each other with the lifting realization that they would always be friends, no matter what. They could feel it. No matter what came their way. They would share in the good times, share that happiness that can never stay, and even when the rain came, they would help each other chase it away and wait for sunshine. They would always share their umbrellas.
You can stand under my umbrella
A/N2: YAY! My longest chapter ever! I am soooooo proud of myself! So, like I said before, please click the little review button and tell me how you liked it (or hated it, constructive criticism please), but no flames. Because I will embaress you in your own chapter if you give me a flame. There is the word slash in the warning at the beginning of the chapter and in the summery, so don't say I didn't warn you!
