Title: The Music That Connects Us
Chapters: 4 of ?
Author: 08FanfictionAddiction
Ch. 4 Rating: T
Pairings: Harry x Draco
Spoilers: Harry Potter books
Chapter 4 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: In my personal opinion, that last chapter was kinda sucky, especially at the end because I just wanted the chapter to be over with. This one should be better. Also neither the fictional band Living Pulse, nor I, actually owns the songs in this chapter. I'd also recommend listening to the songs, to get a feel of everything. Also I realize that Draco's birthday is in June not October, but for the sake of this fanfic, it will be in October.
"Hold the fort down Draco." Said Harry, before he grabbed the sock and left.
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In a mere three months, Harry had gone through the rest of the fifth year syllabus and was almost finished with the sixth year syllabus. His tutor said it was because his brain was eager to learn now that he'd been given a challenge. Harry's Tutor was Marcus Dupree, who was firm and strict when it came with Harry's education, especially in Occulmency. He was also physically training Harry because in a war, those are necessary skills.
If Harry was asked where the idea came from, he would blame Logan. He was relaxing for the evening, talking to Logan on the phone when he made a comment about how they should start a band. Harry would sing and he could play guitar. Harry told Logan they would need more members to be a band, like a drummer and a bass player. They were just kidding of course, but then it really got them thinking.
Logan came over the next weekend for their bi-weekly hang out. He arrived by floo powder. Unlike Hogwarts, at Logan's Wizarding School, the kids could go anywhere they wanted on weekends and after classes were done, so long as they were back by curfew on Sunday. So they were drinking tea and Logan had brought his guitar with him and was playing it…. It was just some random tune, but Harry started to add words to it. After about 20 minutes of playing and singing, Harry looked at Logan.
"I think we should start a band." Said Harry, causing Logan to choke on his tea. Logan huffed and looked at him.
"That's a lot of work Harry. We'll need more people…. Someone will have to write the songs. We'll need to organize time for practice probably every day and you and I live in different countries. We'll need instruments and such." Said Logan.
"We can totally do all that. We're wizards Logan. As for location, I can move closer to your school. It was about time I move anyways, It won't be long before they come searching for me here. Everyone could pitch in at writing songs." Said Harry. Logan hadn't seen Harry this excited since well… ever and it was infectious. Harry transformed a part of the wall into a whiteboard and started writing out a list of things they needed to accomplish.
1. Move Locations.
2. Find band members.
3. Create a band name.
4. Practice
"Don't forget that you'll need a new face and name as well. You're a wanted wizard Harry." Said Logan. Harry nodded and jot it down. They spent the rest of the weekend planning. Logan had a little bit of doubt but Harry said he would handle it. The house-elves had the manor packed, and a new house built, in a mere week and Harry and his Tutor traveled to America, with his new fake name and Identity. Logan's school was about 35 minutes out of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. It was hidden in plain sight. Harry had built a manor for himself, his tutor and, the house-elves, complete with magical wards. Logan came over the next weekend with a friend of his named Nickie, a witch from his school. He'd remembered she played Bass guitar.
Nickie had brown hair that she tied up in different styles every day. She had strands of her hair that were dyed purple. She had green eyes and cute freckles. Her regular style varied every week, but her signature thing was her combat boots, which she somehow managed to rock with every look. She was 17 years old.
Harry introduced his new look. He had blond hair with brown roots underneath and his hair sort of came to the side and spiked up. His eyes remained a piercing green, however and he started wearing a mashup of British style and American style. Nickie was informed of his predicament, but she didn't ask who he was, just stated that she wanted to play music.
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The fourth member of their band was found under a slightly strange circumstance. They were in the mall one weekend and saw a male in a heated argument with what appeared to be his mother. They were in an instrument shop and she wanted to buy him an instrument. He wanted drums and she wanted cello. The male didn't have the patience to play the cello. She huffed and head towards another part of the store and the kid sat down at a drum set. Logan walked over with a pair of drumsticks and hand them to the guy.
"Show me what you got." Said Logan. The male gave the group a questioning look, then started to beat on the drums. The kid was a natural at them and Harry smiled. They had found their drummer.
His name was Giovanni, which they shortened to Gio, and he was Italian through and through. He was 14 years old and had been living with his mother in the states for 5 years now. He had long, brown hair that he tied back, with chocolate brown eyes and wore a unique style of Italian and American.
The next week found the group together. As they had yet to find a location, they practiced in the manor. Not like they had neighbors to complain about the noise.
"Alright mates… let's start with something simple I guess. They had Gio start a beat for them. Then Nickie and Logan joined in. Okay…. So they could play together. That was good news. Harry hand them the sheet music for a song he wanted to try, called "The Little Things" by Danny Elfman. Everyone started to play and Harry tapped his foot to the beat and started to sing.
Have you heard the news?
Bad things come in twos.
But I never knew
'Bout the little things.
Every single day,
Things get in my way.
Someone has to pay
for the little things.
And I through with the stories.
And I'm sick to my shoes.
And the walking and the talking,
It's got nothing to do
with the final solution.
It's a box full of shit.
And I'm through with repairs,
when there's nothing to fix.
When there's nothing to fix,
when there's nothing to fix,
And it all comes to you.
Let the headlines wait,
Armies hesitate.
I can deal with fate,
But not the little things.
Armageddon may,
Arrive any day.
I can't get away
From the little things.
With a pile of cares
And a bucket of tears
I could look at the sunlight
And feel no fear.
With a mountain of maybes
and some Icarus wings
and I'm armed with delusions
and one little thing.
And that one little thing.
And that one little thing.
And it all comes down to you.
Have you heard the news?
Bad things come in twos.
But I never knew
'Bout the little things.
Every single day,
Things get in my way.
Someone has to pay
for the little things.
The song ended and they all smiled. They could do this. They could be a band. It would take a lot of practice but Harry was sure they could pull it off. They started to meet 4 times a week, after classes were over for the day.
Harry had a busy schedule. He woke up every morning at 5 for Physical training, which lasted two hours and usually combined cardio, dueling and strength. Then he'd shower and eat and start on his lessons for the morning. Lunch was at two and then advanced training until 5. Harry would then eat and have band practice for a few hours. The band would practice until 9. Harry would take an hour for himself to relax and unwind and then go to sleep. Saturdays were different as he had no physical training or morning lessons and would instead do advanced magic for a few hours before getting the rest of the day off. Sundays, he was completely free to do whatever.
It was a particular Sunday in April, where Harry was sitting in the middle of the living room floor. He'd been trying to come up with names for the band and trying to write songs. He wasn't having any luck. It was then that Draco called him. He'd told Draco a few weeks back about the band and everything.
"Any luck finding out a name for your band?" asked Draco. Harry huffed in response.
"Not at all… I want something unique you know?" said Harry. "But forget about me. Tell me how it's going for you."
Many things had happened when Harry left with biggest issue being his sudden disappearance. Mcgonogall was found irresponsible and Umbridge was placed in charged but she was soon after removed for use of an illegal artifact, brought forward by many of the students. The biggest of all, though was the creation of the army.
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Draco was upset. Harry was gone and sure he had the Twins and Neville but it really wasn't the same. Umbridge had taken over and she had so many ridiculous rules being posted and punishments were getting cruel and… well… illegal. Draco knew he had to do something.
It was how, on a cold dayat the end of January, that him and the others found themselves in the shrieking shack, with Seamus, Dean, the Patil Twins, Cho, Colin Creevy, a few other gryffindors and some people from each house.
Not surprising, the Slytherins started a fight with the gryffindors. Draco stood up and whistled loudly.
"Shut up!" he said. The slytherins paled slightly at his menacing look and quiet down. Draco huffed and sat back down in his seat.
"Why are we here?" asked Cho, politely. The Twins looked at Draco. What? They wanted him to be the spokesperson? He huffed again and stood up.
"We're here because of Umbridge. That woman is becoming a menace to Hogwarts. We aren't learning how to defend ourselves… Hell we aren't even learning anything worthy. We need to prepare ourselves." Said Draco, sharply.
"Prepare for what? War? You don't actually expect us to believe that crap about You-Know-Who returning? Where's the proof?" said Seamus.
"Harry Potter saw him with his own eyes." Said Neville.
"So he says. Why should we listen to him?" asked Dean. The others murmured in agreement, voices starting to rise. The next question made everyone stop and think though.
"Why would he lie about that? Why the bloody hell would he lie about You-Know-Who, the one man who wants him dead more than anything, returning, if it wasn't true. He has no reason to." Said Draco. "Bloody Hell… did you ever stop to think about whether or not he hates all the publicity or did you just assume he was spoiled and loved the light?" They were starting to feel ashamed.
"Harry grew up with family who didn't love him, who abused him and then he got here, only to meet people who were expecting him to be a certain way. People tried to control him… have tried to kill him every year he's been here and he's done nothing except risk is life to protect the students and himself." Said Draco. He was huffing for air after he finished his speech and sat down, crossing his arms and glaring at everyone. Neville spoke up.
"I-in second year… he killed the basilisk…. The one that was petrifying the students, with a sword in Dumbledore's office. If it wasn't for Dumbledore's phoenix…. The Basilisk's venom would have killed him in mere minutes." Said Neville, with slight awe in his voice.
"He can produce the Patronus Charm…. And he fought off about 100 Dementors his third year." Said Luna with her dreamy voice.
"Last year, he competed…. when he didn't even want to. He didn't want to die…. but it was Igor Karkaroff who put his name in the cup. Harry is lucky to have survived. Most of it was just luck." Said the Twins together. The looked back a Draco.
"You've read the Prophet. While a lot of it is bloody fucking wrong… we all know for a fact that Harry has disappeared. Whether he left or was captured, we don't know but Harry is gone and no one is going to be here and step up to save us. Whether the war starts tomorrow or 5 years from now, it is coming. HE is coming and we need to be prepared." Said Draco. Everyone started to look around and they started to get up and sign for Hogwart's Army.
"Why are you here Malfoy?" asked Seamus as he signed and to his surprise, Draco gave a small smile.
"He's my friend…. And I'd do anything to help him." Answered Draco, honestly. Draco cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed at being sentimental.
"Are you going to sign or not?" he asked, then huffed and walked out.
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Harry had been glad to hear that his friends had taken charge of their futures. He had no doubt that whoever was teaching them, would teach them well. That still didn't help his problem of finding a band name. As Draco was talking, he'd started to jot down random words and one word popped out at him: "Pulse" Harry stared at it and smiled. A pulse…. When a heart is pulsing… or the beat of music pulses through a room. He tried to think of a word to put with it. Pulse… A pulsing something? What kind of Pulse….
"I tried to tell the Twins that living like that is hard, but they didn't listen to me." Said Draco through the phone. Harry smiled and wrote it down. A Living Pulse? That was it! He stopped Draco in the middle of his rant.
"Sorry Draco but I just got a brainstorm and I have to discuss it with the band before it disappears." Said Harry. Draco huffed in annoyance.
"Okay go ahead then. I'll call you next week." Said Draco. They said their goodbyes and hung up, then Harry called the band together. His tutor watched, chuckling. It was good to see Harry excited. He'd been doing even better on his work since he'd found an outlet... It was about an hour later when the band had gathered and he showed then the new name "Living Pulse."
The band liked it and that meant they had a name, which meant that they could now try performing for audiences.
They started practicing again. Logan had written a song, but it was the only one in their repertoire. They needed more. Harry had been distracted by it as of late and his tutor decided he should spend the weekend somewhere and let the world inspire him. It was great advice, because he came home on Sunday and started to write. The band decided to have a variety to their songs, so while Logan's song had more of an old school feel to it, Harry's song was more pop. If they could get one more song, they could perform at a local club in Pittsburgh to open for a band. It was a start atleast.
Their last song came at the start of summer. Harry had been having his nightmares, but they seemed to be getting worse. He wasn't up to par on Occulmency yet so his mind could still be invaded. It was through these nightmares, that another song started forming.
Finally the day had come. They would be giving their first performance. They'd auditioned at a pub in town and had gotten it. Everyone was nervous as they set up their instruments. Finally they walked onstage.
"Um… hello. We're the band Living Pulse and we hope… you enjoy the show." Said Harry.
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Harry nodded and the lights went down low.
"Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did." He said, before the band started to play.
(Harry)
The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and,
I had it all. I had her right there where I wanted her.
He came along, got her alone, and let's hear the applause.
He took her faster than you could say sabotage.
I never saw it coming, wouldn't have suspected it.
I underestimated just who I was dealing with.
They had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum.
He underestimated just who he was stealing from.
(Harry and Logan)
He's not saint and he's not what you think.
He's an actor! Woah!
He's better known for the game that he spits.
He never loved her. Woah!
Soon he's gonna find stealing other people's toys
On the playground won't make you any friends.
He should keep in mind, he should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge
(Harry)
They look at life like it's a party and they're on the list.
They look at me like I'm a trend and they're so over it
I think their ever present frown is a little troubling
They think I'm psycho 'cause I like to rhyme their names with things but
Sophistication isn't what you wear or who you know
But pushing people down will get you where you wanna go
Oh, they didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity
(Harry and Logan)
He's not a saint, and he's not what you think
He's an actor, whoa
He's better known for the game that he spits
He never loved her, whoa
Soon he's gonna find stealing other people's toys
On the playground won't make you any friends
He should keep in mind, he should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge, ha
(Logan, rapping)
You! wouldn't gotten away with this
I would look at what most would get
A woman in a relationship expects an unfortunate turn of events
Would move your lips off my lady
I should give you no harm
I was foolish to ever let someone swipe her out of my arms
But beneath this innocence that vengeance stands
Did You really plan on getting away with this?
Must have made an error in your calculations.
All you ever wanted you got
But like any other story
Here's the hero that will form the plot.
(Bass runs)
(Harry and Logan)
Soon he's gonna find stealing other people's toys
On the playground won't make you any friends
He should keep in mind, he should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge.
(Music – End)
The people that were there cheered and more people start to drift in so they could listen. Harry smiled at his friends and nodded. They started to play the next song. It was a harder rock type song and it made Harry's blood rush and the adrenaline pump. He started to get into the next song.
I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal, this animal
I can't escape myself
So many times I've lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell
This animal, this animal
This animal, this animal
This animal, this animal
This animal
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal! ( animal , animal ,)
This animal I have become
The song ended and Harry laughed and then… the lights went off. The manager came on and told everyone to hang tight while they fixed the problem. The manager brought out various flashlights. People started to leave because there was no music and no drinks because no one could see. The band began to pack up, but Harry got an idea. He grabbed an empty solo cup from a nearby table.
"Hey guys a little light." Said Harry. They shined their flashlights on him and he started to make a beat with the cup, causing people to hesitate in their leaving and look at him. Harry began to sing as he made the beat.
I've got my ticket for the long way round.
Two bottles of whiskey for the way.
And I sure would like some sweet company.
And I'm leaving tomorrow, what-do-ya say?
When I'm gone, when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me by my hair.
You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh.
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
I've got my ticket for the long way round.
The one with the prettiest of views.
It's got mountains, it's got rivers.
It's got sights to give you shivers
But it sure would be prettier with you.
When I'm gone, when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me by my walk.
You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh.
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
When I'm gone, when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me by my hair.
You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh.
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
He tapped the last note and set the cup down and the lights flickered back on. People cheered and he smiled, seeing that there was still a good amount around. Harry and the others started to pack up their instruments, chatting and smiling. The band they were opening for came onstage and congratulated them.
"Dude how long you guys been together?" asked their drummer.
"About… 3 or 4 months" said Harry. The other band was surprised that he had an English accent.
"You guys have great chemistry as a band is what he means." Said their lead. Their lead singer had brown hair which spiked up in the front. He was named Tommy. He also had tattoos covering his left arm. The man was smiling but Harry could see the true look in his eyes. He was eying Harry like a piece of meat and it made him slightly uncomfortable.
"Tell you what… we'll put a word in to our manager about you guys and see if he can get you a sponsor." Said the lead. It was Logan who spoke up.
"Yeah thanks. Our band's name is Living Pulse." Said Logan, who then looked at his watch and tapped Harry's shoulder and pulled him out of his staring contest. "Tick tock Aidan." Harry nodded in response. He looked at the leader, his eyes flashing dangerously but he held an easy smile.
"Feel free to stay for the show Aidan." Said the leader. Harry just laughed and shrugged.
"I'd love to gentleman… but I'm afraid we have somewhere we need to be." Said Harry. He gave a sort of carefree wave. When they got back, Harry blew up at the Audacity of the man, while the lead singer felt accomplished in knowing he'd see the cute little blond with the amazing voice, Aidan, again.
It sure didn't take long for the band to receive a call from a few people, who wanted samples of the band's music to see if they'd sponsor them. Living Pulse was moving up.
A/N: Here is the credit for all these songs used in the fanfic:
1. "The little things" by Danny Elfman
2. "Better than Revenge" by Taylor Swift, but the version I used was a male cover by Tyler Ward
3. "Animal I have become" by Three Days Grace
4. The Cup song, which belongs to Anna Kendrick.
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