Hello! Thank you to everyone who reads this story! Thank you to all who pointed out all of my typo's as well. You're telling the girl who used to spell cat, kate.
Sahisdabest- I am, too. Don't worry about it; and he'll get better but not for a while. Sorry.
-Books.- Yes, I remembered that they were given their timetables in their heads; you'll figure out why I didn't put it that way in this chapter. Plus, I'm even going to change that a little bit; I'm going to make is so they are supposed to know the night before; you'll see. The uniform, however, I will remember to put on. He's going to go back up into the tower before Ron wakes up.
Njferrell- Very smart you are =] (Hehe, I felt like Yoda there)
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Harry's foot hit the cement floor of the dungeons after walking down the last step of the stairwell. He looked around and everything was glowing from the flames of the lit torches. He looked left, and then looked right, then down to the parchment that held his schedule; Potions was in room 157 A.
He sighed and walked left, even though he had no idea which way he was headed. He kept walking in a direction and noticed the dungeons of the castle were like a maze. He knew he walked for over ten minutes and he had yet to see a room.
Starting to get annoyed, Harry stopped and leaned against the wall.
'Maybe I should just turn back.' Harry contemplated if he should and when he was about to turn to go back the way he came from he heard a noise. He whipped around to the way he thought the sound came but he couldn't be quite sure; noise echoed in the quiet dungeons.
'Should I run?' He was remembered Draco telling him to not be around Slytherin's alone. He was just unlucky enough to have run into x number of Slytherin's his first day. 'Great.'
He heard footsteps but couldn't hear if there was more than one person walking. His heart started beating faster but he hadn't had a clue why. They couldn't kill him in Hogwarts and Voldemort wasn't back yet; so why?
He didn't have time to answer his own mental question when he heard the footsteps come closer. No, not the echo's of the footsteps but the actual person or people walking. He tried very hard not to hyperventilate in that moment.
He turned to run but the Slytherins walked around the corner as soon as he turned. He let out a breath and his heart rate slowed but adrenalin still flowed thru his veins.
"Baby?" Draco stood behind him and he slumped to the flood; his shoulders slumping forward. Draco ran to where the defeated looking boy was and hugged him. "Are you okay, Baby?" Draco's face screwed up in concern and he looked Harry up and down quickly a few times.
"I'm fine, Dray." Harry's breath evened out and his heart beat went back to normal; his pumping blood slowing. "I didn't know it was you." Draco quickly caught on because he was the one who told him to stay away from the Slytherin crowd.
"It's okay; it's just me." He hugged the boy close and smoothed his hair. Harry nodded as he put his head on his friend's shoulder. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you last night." Draco sounded very guilty.
"It's okay, Dray" Harry said but his tone gave away what he really meant. "I know you have an image to keep up; but thank you for the fireworks." Draco scooted Harry and himself until they were against the cement wall; out of sight if anyone walked toward them.
"I will try to talk to you every night. The first night is just the hardest; I have to make everyone on Slytherin fear me which is not an easy task, mind you." Draco sounded guiltier and guiltier with every word he said. Harry shook his head now feeling bad for making Draco feel guilty; it was becoming a big guilt fest.
"Dray, how 'bout you just try from now on and I'll forgive you for this." Harry was teasing because he had nothing to forgive but Draco nodded in sincerity.
"I'll find a place for us to meet soon, okay Baby?" Harry hugged Draco's arms that were wrapped around him and smiled up to his friend.
"Okay." He suddenly had an idea had unwrapped Draco's arms from around him and Draco looked shocked that he would leave but Harry smiled at him and lifted the hoodie from him body. "Here," He handed the gift that he revived back to its original owner.
Draco took the offered object but was still a bit confused.
"Wear it and then give it back to me. I'll feel like you're there then if you don't talk to me." Harry beamed to his friend and said friend gave him a small smile but then Harry's face dropped.
"What?"
"What if someone catches on that we both are wearing the same hoodie?" Draco chuckled a bit.
"Baby, there's more than one green hoodie in this world; I have maybe a hundred just in my closet." Harry smiled again and sat back against Draco again once more.
"Why are you even down here, anyway?" Harry looked sheepishly at the floor.
"I have to find my classes but I got lost looking for the potions room."
"Why?" Harry looked back at the confused Malfoy.
"Why, what? Why did I get lost?" Draco shook his head.
"No, well yes. Why are you looking for your classes in the first place?" Harry looked at the confused Malfoy with an 'Are you okay?' type of look.
"So I can go to class." The 'duh' was silently tagged on.
"Baby, don't you remember your timetable?"
"Why would I, it's the first day of class." Draco now looked over his friend in concern and said friend did the same exact thing.
"Baby, once the sorting hat decides your house you are supposed to know your classes and where they are. The parchment is just a reminder." Harry's head cocked to the side as he looked to Draco.
"No they're not. I don't remember mine." Draco looked like he was starting to get frustrated.
"Baby, I remember both mine and yours." After those words were out of Draco's mouth a light bulb went on over his head. "Oh,"
"What?" Now Harry was beginning to get annoyed; Draco always knew everything.
"I think instead of you getting your schedule I got it; since the sorting hat had our minds connected." That made sense.
"How am I supposed to act like I know where my classes are?" That would be a problem if he was supposed to already know where he was supposed to go.
"Just follow Weasley around; everyone in your class has the same schedule as yours." Draco reasoned and Harry nodded; he was going to do that anyway.
"How many classes do I have with you?"
"I have every class with you except History of Magic and Astronomy." Harry's face brightened instantly.
"Really!" Draco gave him a look that made Harry feel very stupid in that moment.
"Baby, you have to get back up to your dormitory; people will wake up soon and if they see you coming up from the dungeons they'll get suspicious. Especially my godfather; he already called me to his office to ask if I was one of the two the sorting hat was talking about."
Harry nodded and got up from Draco's lap and held out a hand to help Draco up. Draco smiled and took the offered hand.
"See you later Dray." Harry pecked his cheek and walked the other way.
"See you Baby; and Oriana and Grandmother say 'good luck'. He heard said to him before he was out of yelling range. He turned around and smiled one more time to his friend before he was on his way back upstairs.
He walked the maze of corridors that he walked in from when he got to the stairwell that led him down to where he was. He quickly stopped and hid himself, though, when he heard talking.
"It'll be okay, I'm in all your classes but two. You'll be fine; plus I know Professor Snape and he's a sadistic asshole so we'll probably be partners in potions." Harry heard the vaguely familiar voice and he almost gasped in shock when he remembered it was Blaise Zabini.
"Okay." Harry heard the whispered reply and bit himself not to gasp this time. It was one of his dorm mates; Neville Longbottom.
"I'll see you later, Nev. People will are probably starting to wake up." Harry chanced peaking around the corner and saw the two in an embrace similar to one he saw Lucius and Narcissa in once.
Neville's head was under Blaise's and they were sitting on the steps of the stairwell. Neville was leaning against Blaise and one of Blaise's arm was wrapped around Neville and one of each of their hands were laced together.
He watched as Neville nodded, Blaise kiss the top of his head and then slipped out from under Neville. He gave a smile to the smaller boy and Neville returned his smile.
"See you later." The Slytherin stepped down the steps and, luckily, the opposite way from where Harry was.
Neville sat there for a few minutes; fiddling with his pants and thumbs. Harry finally summoned the guts to walk out of where he was hiding.
"Neville?" Neville quickly looked over to see Harry standing next to the corner.
"H-hiya Harry, h-how long were you there?" Neville was looking at Harry with wide, frightened eyes and shaking like a leaf; what Harry would look like if he was ever caught with Draco. Harry sighed aloud and looked to Neville.
"Walk with me Neville."
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The walk, so far, was tense and awkward as both walked back up to the common room to change into their robes.
"S-so, you saw?" Harry looked over to Neville who was looking at the ground and his bangs fell over his eyes; he was just about to cry.
"Yes," Neville's head whipped up to look at his house mate; he was already crying and ears were streaming down his face.
"P-please don't tell anyone!" Neville tried to squeak out without a sob and ended up sobbing at the end. Harry felt so bad for walking in on them; he would be as bad as Neville if that happened. "H-he doesn't want anyone to know."
"Neville, I won't tell anyone."
"Really?" Neville's voice was full of emotions and he looked as if he was going to drop down where he stood and cry himself into a coma.
"Yea," Harry contemplated if he should tell Neville about Draco and the good outweighed the bad. Draco was going to kill him; he didn't even last a day. "I'd be a hypocrite if I did."
"W-what?" Neville's knees gave out and he slumped down to the floor in the middle of the corridor leading to the common room.
"Neville, I'm going to tell you something but you can't tell anyone; not even Blaise." Neville just nodded with tears streaming down his face; he looked so defeated. "Neville, I know Draco Malfoy."
"W-well of course you do." Neville hiccupped "Everyone dose."
"No Neville," Harry crouched down to where Neville was. "I mean like you do Blaise." Neville looked to Harry after wiping his tears but more just fell down.
"Y-you're just making fun of me; l-like everyone else." Harry truly felt bad for this boy. To him, it seemed that he had a life just like his.
"Neville, I call him Dray. I know his sister Oriana and his grandmother Druella. The dragon backpack I wore yesterday was his and this," Harry reached under his shirt and pulled out the necklace that laid there. "Was my Christmas present from him. Both of our initials are carved into it."
Harry wondered if he was going overboard but thought about if Neville caught him and Draco and was trying to convince him at that time. Neville just looked at Harry with dead eyes and looked down to the floor; his legs were behind him so his body looked like it was in the center of a 'W'.
"I met him in St. Mungo's about three years ago." Harry sat down in the corridor with his legs crossed and listened to Neville talk. "I was visiting my mum and dad there; they were tortured by death eaters until they went insane."
"I live with my Gran who hates me. I mean she treats me alright, I guess, she took me in and feeds me but other than that she doesn't acknowledge me. I'm always compared to my dad or mum and I'm never good enough for her." Harry couldn't help feeling that Neville's life was like his but instead of physically abused it was mentally.
"I've been slapped by Gran a few times but it was only life threatening once but I was okay. Anyway, I always visit my parents but they don't know it's me. Dad just stares off in space and mum just plays with my hair but it's better than them being dead; I guess."
"One day I went there and Gran slapped me before hand and my mum yelled at me for something so my dad started yelling. And because they were yelling something happened and they both had seizures right in front of me."
"I was pushed into the hall by a nurse and the door was slammed in my face. I turned and walked somewhere, although I really don't remember it. My body just told me to walk and when it said to stop I just broke down crying right there."
"I didn't know where I was and I could have been if front of a crowd of people but I sat there and cried my heart out." Neville's tears didn't let up in the least and, in fact, it looked as if he was crying harder.
"Then he came," Harry was blown away by the awe in Neville's voice. Neville sounded like an angel came down and swept him away. Is that what his voice sounded like when he spoke of Draco?
"He didn't know who I was but he wrapped his arms around me; and even though I didn't know who he was either, I clung to him and cried. I clutched to him like a lifeline and sat there crying with him for hours."
"He picked me up and flooed us both to his manor but I still didn't know who he was and he didn't know who I was. When we did a few hours later, after I woke up, he told me to leave; that he never wanted to see me again."
Harry's heart felt like it was stabbed; it was then he decided Neville had it off worse than he did. If Draco told him to leave after he met him he didn't think he could have lived afterword. It was difficult enough to have had to go home that first time; but if Draco told him the next day when he found out who he was and told him he never wanted to see him again, Harry couldn't imagine.
"So I flooed home and Gran was there waiting and screamed at me for making mum and Dad go into comas. I went back to St. Mungo's a few days later and another thing happened; again I was pushed into the hall."
"I went and cried again, not knowing where I was or anything and he wrapped his arms around me again. He took me back to his manor again but this time he didn't tell me to leave. I stayed and we talked about why we were there."
"Turns out his mom has a mental problem and that's why she marries and divorces all the time. He never see's his mom, except for when she has appointments, because she's out womanizing. He doesn't know how many times she's remarried."
"He's alone, too. I mean, I know he has Draco but they rarely let him go over. I became his friend and was always over and he came with me to see my parents." Neville trailed off from his story because he was about to go in a different direction. He just sat there sobbing and shaking; he was terrified.
"Harry, you can't tell anyone; you just can't. He's all I have left now." Neville was still in the 'W' position he slumped into but his head was down and his arms hung to his sides like they were boneless. Harry scooted closer to Neville and timidly hugged him.
It was a bit weird for both of them because Harry had never hugged anyone other than Draco, Oriana, or Druella; Neville because he hadn't hugged anyone but Blaise and his insane parents. Human contact by anyone other than the very few people they allowed was foreign to both.
Harry quickly let go because of the awkwardness in the gesture.
"Neville, I won't tell anyone; it's okay." Neville looked to Harry like everyone else did; like he was their god. But Neville did it for a very different reason.
"Thank you." He breathed out.
"You won't tell anyone about Draco and me, will you?" Neville shook his head quickly and the other smiled warmly, returning the thanks.
"Neville, we should probably get up from the middle of the corridor and get changed before people start roaming the halls." Harry stood up and offered his hand to his very new friend. Neville took it timidly and stood up.
"Okay," Together they walked to the common room; still in silence but this time it wasn't tense or awkward. Because this time they both knew they had the same secret to keep.
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"Where were you this morning?" Harry was downstairs in the great hall, sitting next to Ron and eating breakfast; his robes were on.
"What?" Harry acted like he didn't hear him to think of an excuse.
"I got up and you weren't there? Where'd you go?" Ron to another bite of his waffles.
"Oh, right, I was in the common room; I couldn't sleep." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and hoped that Ron fell for it. He almost ran out of breath when Ron nodded his head, accepting the excuse.
"I don't think you're the only one." Ron spoke after he swallowed his food. "I didn't see Neville either." He looked over to Neville who was sitting on the other side of Harry; he was playing with his food and spacing out.
"Yea, he came down a few minutes after me. I guess different people just can't sleep past sunrise." Ron blanched.
"Merlin, I feel for you Harry. I couldn't ever get used to that." Harry just nodded and bit into his apple.
Draco was directly across from him at his table. His house mates surrounded him and some chatted away even when they knew he wasn't listening. He looked as if he was thinking hard about something as he looked in the general direction of Harry. But Harry caught his eye a few times and quickly figured out Draco was concerned about him.
So, in return, sometimes he spaced out when Ron was talking to him and smiled to Draco. It was a weird version of a game; called the 'Let's try and not get caught' game.
When he wasn't playing his little game with Draco he took the time to notice that Blaise was looking at Neville when all eyes were on Draco when he spoke. Sometimes Neville looked back and other times he smiled a wee bit so Blaise could see.
It was strange that Harry could see all of these small gestures but no one else did. It just showed that when one was looking for something they could see it easier than those who weren't.
"Hey, Harry, you want to head off to Charms class now?" Harry looked over to the red head that picked up a goblet and took a swing before he stood up.
"Sure." Harry stood up as well. Neville followed their lead even though he wasn't invited; he'd follow them. So the three walked out of the great hall and off to find their charms class; two looking like they belonged and one who didn't. After all, three's a crowed.
Ron chattered away to Harry and Harry spoke back a few times but turned and spoke to Neville as well, even though the boy didn't answer him. They walked up the moving staircases and got to the floor they wanted in a few minutes time.
They easily found their charms class. Well Ron and Neville did; Harry looked as if he knew where to go. They were early but not extremely early; there were already a few students seated.
Ron walked in a direction of a few chairs that were open in a row and set his knapsack on the table.
"This alright, Harry?" Harry noticed that Neville parted ways when they entered the room and sat in the furthest corner of the room.
"Yea, this is fine." He set his things down as well and they both sat down. Charms started in about ten minutes and Ron and Harry spoke until it started. Ron spoke about random things and Harry mostly just listened until he could add to the, mostly one sided, conversation.
The room filled up quickly and the noise level grew with the more people that stepped thru the door. Ron groaned when he figured out they had classes with Slytherins. A pair of Slytherin first years were talking about their timetables behind them and Ron matched up that only two of their classes didn't match up to his.
"Man, this sucks." Harry nodded.
"Tell me about it." He bushy haired girl, named Hermione, set her things next to Harry and sat down.
"Hello,"
"Hello," He answered to be polite. He didn't know if he was going to like her or not yet. She was either going to be one of his best friends or he was going to hate her; he couldn't figure it out as of yet. She opened her mouth to speak but shut it when a small man walked in the room from another door then what the students used.
He was carrying a stack of books and walked the short distance to the desk, already stacked full of books, and set them down on it. He wore green robes and had spectacles on his face. He had a white beard and hair on his face and the top of his head was bald.
"Hello students, I am Professor Flitwick. I will tell you a wee bit about myself then we will do an activity with charms." He spoke to the relatively small class in a tone that asked if there were any questions.
"Right then," He clapped his hands. "I was born October 17th and attended Hogwarts many years ago. I was sorted into Ravenclaw, of which I am now the head of house. I am a Master Duelist and have won the title of 'Dueling champion' a few years back." He stopped speaking and made a weird gesture to show he was done with his speech. Harry was highly impressed with the petit man now.
"Well, now, instead of you all going around and meeting one another one by one I have decided to do an activity." Since he sat so close to the man he swore he heard a 'so you don't kill each other' under his breath.
"Hmm, which shall go first?" They all watched in anticipation as he picked up a piece of parchment and looked at it intently. "Yes, I think he will do nicely; Mr. Longbottom?" Harry's heart sank for his poor friend.
Neville stood up from where he was sitting, strangely enough next to Blaise, who was sitting next to Draco. Harry suspected that they came in late and they were the last two seats; he knew Blaise wasn't complaining, though.
"Come here, boy." Professor Flitwick motioned for Neville to come forward and he did as he was told; with about twenty five pairs of eyes watching him. The Professor made a stool appear from nowhere and, once again, motioned for Neville to sit on said stool.
Once Neville sat down he began to speak.
"Now, I am going to put a spell on him for us to get to know him; it's a song spell. A song either close to him or a song that describes him will be heard. Although, Mr. Longbottom will not hear the song, we will." Neville turned a bit green after he finished describing what was going to happen.
"All of you will do this so if you laugh at one person's I will have the whole class laugh at yours." Now it was the classes turn to turn a bit green; both from the threat and from him telling him that they would have to do it. On the bright side, Neville looked a bit less like he was going to vomit.
"Now, just think about something Mr. Longbottom; you won't feel a thing." Harry desperately hoped that whatever song came out didn't bluntly say that he knew Blaise.
"Cilvēka dziesma" The Professor whispered loud enough that everyone could hear and waved his wand in Neville's direction. Neville squinted a bit, as if expecting it to hurt but opened his when nothing happened to him.
His mouth opened a bit, along with everyone else in the room excluding Professor Flitwick. A blue spark came out of Neville and the room suddenly became filled with the sound of a piano playing that soon followed by a male voice.
I can't believe what is in front of me
The water's rising up to my knees
And I can't figure out
How the hell I wound up here
Neville looked around at everyone with curious eyes; he truly couldn't hear the song they all heard.
Everything seemed okay when I started out the other day
Then the rain came pouring down
And now I'm drowning in my fears
And as I watch the setting sun
I wonder if I'm the only onea
Harry felt as he knew what Neville song was about and knew that Blaise also knew what it was about. Professor Flitwick was a genius; it showed the person's inner person with no barriers but unless you knew the person, unless you truly knew the person, you had no idea what it meant.
'Cause everybody tries to put some love on the line
And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes
And even when I'm scared I have to try to fly
Sometimes I fall
But I've seen it done before
I got to step outside these walls
Harry had a feeling the walls the song was talking about was Blaise's arms; they looked like walls to Harry when he saw them earlier.
I've got no master plan to help me out
Or make me stand up for
All the things I really want
You had me to afraid to ask
And as I look ahead of me
Cry and pray for sanity
Was Neville really this confused at the moment? Harry knew he was a bit confused but he and Draco already knew what they had to do and knew how they were going to do it; did Blaise and Neville not know?
'Cause everybody tries to put some love on the line
And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes
And even when I'm scared I have to try to fly
Sometimes I fall
But I've seen it done before
I got to step outside these walls
These walls can't be my haven Cause everybody tries to put some love on the line
These walls can't keep me safe here
Now I guess I got to let them down
And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes, yeah
Even when I'm scared I have to try to fly
Sometimes I fall
But I've seen it done before
Poor Neville; he knows Blaise can't be there with him at Hogwarts but is struggling to let him go. Harry was struggling as well but not as much; he had a feeling that Neville was awake when he was but was crying himself to sleep so he didn't know Harry was crying.
I got to break out...
I got to break out...
I got to step outside these walls
Love outside these walls
I feel my heart breaking
But it's a brand new day
I'm going down
I'm stepping out
I'm stepping outside
These walls
(I've seen it done before.. I'm walking on, I'll walk it off, oh I'm moving on)
The song faded away but no one said a word; they were either shocked or… shocked. Harry heard people, Slytherins, already talking about Neville as he passed them walking to breakfast. No of what was said was good.
"Thank you, Mr. Longbottom. You may return to your seat." Neville nodded and hopped off the stool and strolled back to his seat. "Now next is…"
Harry didn't hear the next person and he suspected he didn't hear their song either; he was still thinking of Neville's. He watched as Blaise pretended to drop his quill and touched Neville's leg as he picked up the object.
Looked like Blaise didn't want to let go either.
"Next is Miss Granger." Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as Hermione stood up from next to him and walked to the stool. Professor Flitwick mumbled the spell again and a soft green color sparked from Hermione. An instrument didn't start to play but the vocals sounded in the room.
where are we? spin me round again hide and seek oily marks appear on walls hide and seek Mmmm whatcha say, ransom notes keep falling out your mouth (hide and seek) (hide and seek) (hide and seek)
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first
Mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
Mmmm what did she say?
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit
(hide and seek)
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a (you don't care a) bit
oh no, you don't care a bit
oh no, you don't care a bit
oh no, you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
Harry was a bit puzzled about her song but he knew it was because he didn't know the girl well enough to realize what it meant.
"Thank You, Miss Granger." She stood from the stool and back to where she sat next to Harry. "Mr. Malfoy." The whole class started to whisper when he said Draco's name and Harry knew he would be the only one to know what his song meant.
Draco stood up and cockily walked to the stool in the middle of the room.
"Cilvēka dziesma" The Professor whispered again and Harry felt an over whelming surge of emotions flood through him; one's that weren't his.
'Dray-?' He thought.
'Hi baby,' a sliver spark came from Draco and the sound of a base guitar filed the room followed closely by an electric one.
You could have been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would have endured my world
'Ahh, so this is my song. It's meant for my father, Baby.'
'I figured, Dray. Not exactly the nicest of songs, is it?'
'Ahh, well, I was angry at father for a long time.'
'Yea, I know, I was there; remember.'
Well if you're just as I presumed
A whore in sheep's clothing
Fucking up all I do
And if so here we stop
Then never again
Will you see this in your life
'So, what's this about Neville and Blaise?' Externally Harry's face changed into a look of shock but internally he was freaking out.
'Dray, don't tell them you know. I promised Neville I wouldn't tell anyone!'
'Whoa, Baby, calm down; I'm not that stupid.'
Hang on to the glory at my right hand You stormed off to scar the armada
Here laid to rest, is A love ever longed
With truth on the shores of compassion
You seem to take premise to all of these songs
Like Jesus played myartar
I'll drill through your hands
'I know Dray, but he just told me this morning and…'
'You told him about us, didn't you?'
'I'm sorry, Dray,'
The stone for the curse you have blamed me But if you could just write me out
With love and devotion, I'll die as you sleep.
To neverless wonder... happy will I become
Be true that this is no option,
So with sin I condemn you
Demon pray, Demon out.
'It's okay as long as you know we can trust him.'
'Dray, he wouldn't tell because he doesn't want me to tell.'
'Yes, I suppose that's true.'
Hang on to the glory at my right hand One last kiss for you
Here laid to rest is our love ever longed
With truth on the shores of compassion
You seem to take premise to all of these songs
One more wish to you
Please make up your mind girl,
I'd do anything for you
'Why do you suppose we can hear each other?'
'I think it's because Professor Flitwick put a spell on me. The Sorting hat said he was the magic that connected us at that time so I think its Professor's that's connecting us now.' Harry's face turned to puzzled.
'How do you suppose we do it on our own?'
One last kiss for you
One more wish to you
Please make up your mind girl
Before I hope you die.
'I haven't figured that out yet.'
'Oh,' well now Harry felt stupid and Draco's laugh filled his head.
'I'll talk to you when you get up here, Baby.'
'Kay,' their connection broke when the last note was strummed from the guitar. Before Professor Flitwick could thank Draco he got up from the stool and sat back in his spot.
"Thank you, now Mr. Weasley, if you please." Ron timidly stood up and sat down in front of everyone. The only word Harry could describe his song as was hilarious. How in the world did a wizard know about Star Wars?
A long, long time ago Oh Did you know this junkyard slave Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen Well, I know he built C-3PO We started singin' Now we finally got to Coruscant He was singin' We caught a ride back to Naboo And I was singin' We were singin'
In a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn
Could talk the federation in
To maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn't thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to Theed to see the Queen
We all wound up on Tatooine
That's where we found this boy
My my this here Anakin guy
Maybe Vader someday later
Now he's just a small fry
He left his home
And kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin'
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Isn't even old enough to shave
But he can use the Force, they say
Though he's just nine and she's fourteen
Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday
And I've heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, it's true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin' ace
And the minute Jabba started off that race
Well, I knew who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy
My my this here Anakin guy
Maybe Vader someday later
Now he's just a small fry
And he left his home
And kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin'
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
The Jedi Council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh the Council was impressed of course
Could he bring balance to the Force?
They interviewed the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said "Now listen here"
"Just stick it in your pointy ear"
"I still will teach this boy"
My my this here Anakin guy
Maybe Vader someday later
Now he's just a small fry
And he left his home
And kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin'
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to
I frankly would've liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasn't long at all before
Little hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some Gungans died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin'
The battle droids were broken
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast
Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost
I guess I'll train this boy
My my this here Anakin guy
Maybe Vader someday later
Now he's just a small fry
And he left his home
And kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin'
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
My my this here Anakin guy
Maybe Vader someday later
Now he's just a small fry
And he left his home
And kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
He, Hermione, and one other actually fell out of their chairs laughing. Everyone looked over to the three crying children.
"Would you mind telling me what is so funny Miss Granger?" Professor Flitwick said sternly. Hermione tried to breathe to tell him what exactly they were laughing about but burst out laughing once she calmed herself down.
The class waited for a bit for the three to stop laughing and when they did Professor Flitwick excused Ron to go back to his seat; Ron was a bit pink when he did.
"What was that all about Harry?" Ron whispered to his friend.
"It was a muggle comedy song that wizards would not find funny." Ron's pinkness went down when he realized that the one's laughing were the only ones that got the song.
"Oh," A few went after that but Harry still couldn't get over Ron's song so he didn't pay any attention. Instead he focused all his energy into not bursting out laughing again.
"Mr. Zabini." Harry heard Blaise's name called at paid attention again. He looked to where Blaise and Neville were sitting and Blaise got up, nudging Neville's leg with his own. Wither it was because he was in the way or out of affection; Harry did not know.
Blaise sat down and the Professor wasted no time in casting the spell. A dark indigo spark came from him and the sound of an acoustic guitar sounded about the room.
This world will never be what I expected Even if I say it'll be alright
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late, it's never too late
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Harry didn't know it the song was supposed to be about his mother or Neville. It was half and half in his mind right now.
No one will ever see this side reflected Even if I say it'll be alright
And if there's something wrong who would have guessed it?
And I have left alone everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late, it's never too late
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
The world we knew won't come back
The time we've lost can't get back
The life we had won't be ours again
Okay, it was for Neville. A very depressing song dedicated to Neville but hey, both of their lives weren't happy without each other. But he just couldn't believe Neville had wanted to commit suicide.
This world will never be what I expected Even if I say it'll be alright Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
And if I don't belong
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
It's never too late
It's not too late, it's never too late
So it wasn't past tense; Neville still wanted to commit suicide. Well this was getting better and better; he hoped he could save Neville.
Blaise was sent back to his chair and thanked by the professor before Professor Flitwick read off another name. Harry became lost in thought about Neville and didn't pay any attention after that for a while.
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"Mr. Potter." He was forcibly snapped out of his concentration when his name was called. Whispers arose and Harry stood up and walked to the center of the room. His Professor looked at him intently for a moment then whispered the spell.
"Cilvēka dziesma" Harry felt a spark in him and a magical glow as well as the now familiar rushing of emotions that he learned was Draco.
'What was that all about, baby?'
'It was nothing; you wouldn't get it anyway. It's a muggle thing.'
'Oh, hey, your song is Oriana's lullaby.' When Draco said that he started to hear the familiar tune of the lullaby.
Hush now, my baby
Be still love, don't cry
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember
My lullaby
And I'll be with you when you dream
'Well, Baby, it looks like this song is close to your heart.' Draco teased him and if Harry could have shoved Draco he would have.
'Oh shut up, Prat.'
Drift on a river
That flows through my arms
Drift as I'm singing to you
I see you smiling
So peaceful and calm
And holding you, I'm smiling, too
Here in my arms
Safe from all harm
Holding you, I'm smiling, too
"I'm a prat, am I? See if you get anything for Christmas."
"So not the time Dray."
"You started it."
"You're sounding to sound like you're Oriana's age.'
Hush now, my baby
Be still, love, don't cry
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember this river lullaby
And I'll be with you when you dream
I'll be with you when you dream
'Am not!'
'Cause that didn't just prove my point.' Harry mentally snickered at Draco.
'This is so not over.'
'Oh, I'm shaking in my boots.' This bantering was fun; neither noticed that the connection should have broken by now and that the song wasn't over.
'You should be, Potions with my godfather is next.' That shook Harry but before he could reply a scream cut thru their mental bantering.
A sound of a door breaking open was heard about the class room.
"Stand aside."
A voice said, this apparently was a part of Harry's song since he knew he was hearing it thru Draco.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead —"
'That's my mum, Dray.' Harry recognized the voice as the one who sang to him; He didn't know if he should be happy to hear her voice or not. 'This the night she died, isn't it?'
'It seems like it, Baby.'
"This is my last warning —"
'Dray, is that's Voldemort?'
'Yes, Baby, it is.' Draco's voice in Harry's head sounded sad at the grief and pain emotions in him went thru the roof; because both of them felt it.
"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy ... Not Harry! Please — I'll do anything..."
"Avada Kedavra!"
Another scream was heard and Harry's world started to fade. He couldn't see anyone in the room anymore.
'Baby?' He heard Draco's voice in his head and he felt his body move but he didn't know which way or if he was falling; he just knew it was moving.
'BABY!' Was the last thing Harry heard and his world went black.
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I hoped you all liked this chapter! The songs aren't mine; I can't write THAT well.
Songs-
Harry's- River Lullaby
Ron's- The Saga Begins
Blaise- Never too late
Hermione- Hide and Seek
Draco- Welcome Home
Neville- These walls
I'll try and update as quickly as possible.
Review! ;3