*~Okay, well, the charm is modeled after a wine cork we have! Haha, isn't
that fun? Well, in this chapter it shows the part from the Phantom of the
Opera. Can you spot it? If not, I'll tell you what part at the end of the
chapter.~*
Harry traipsed up to his dormitory, the charm still in his pocket. He threw the charm in his trunk, undressed, and climbed into bed. As soon as he was in bed, a strange song filled his head, (oh my gosh, that rhymed!) It was smooth and alluring. He couldn't tell whether it was a voice or instruments, and he felt happy. All he wanted to do in the world was just sit there and listen to the song. It reminded him of the phoenix song, yet somehow, it seemed icy. Harry lay down on his pillows and went to sleep, but the song continued. He dreamed of wondrous things, and the next day, he asked Ron about it.
"So, what do you think that song thing is?" he asked, as the song continued.
"What? What song thing?" Ron asked curiously.
"C-can't you hear it?" Harry asked timidly. He felt a little strange, just like the time when he didn't understand why he could see thestrals and Ron couldn't.
"Are you okay, Harry? Oh, wait. It's probably something like the thestrals," Ron said. He opened the door and started down, but looked back at Harry. "Aren't you coming?"
"No.you go on, I.er.I have to find my book," Harry said slowly. He watched Ron walk down the stairs. In truth, Harry wanted to stay there and listen to the song for a bit longer. It was so beautiful; it seemed to have captured his mind. But Harry had to go down to breakfast, so he reluctantly trudged down the stairs. But for the rest of the day, he couldn't get the song out of his head.
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Nadia awoke with a start on Friday night. An icy, almost evil song had filled her head. She found it frightening, and peered around her hangings to see if any of the other girls had awoken. It didn't seem so, so she tip- toed over to Abby's bed and lightly shook her awake.
"Abby! Abby, do you hear that song? What do you think it is?" Nadia whispered. Abby merely grunted and turned over,
Nadia assumed that she was the only one to hear the song, and, hoping it was a dream, went back to sleep. She dreamed of a story her mother had told her when she was four, a couple of days before she had died.
"There is a charm that is evil and exists to destroy. It sings you a song, but only orphans can hear the ethereal tune. So you shall never hear it, my child," she had said dramatically.
Nadia's eyes snapped open and for the rest of the night she pondered over whom in Gryffindor tower could be an orphan other then herself. She used to think the story was a myth, but it fit. She was an orphan.and the song was evil enough. The next morning at breakfast, she decided to ask the one person who knew everyone in Gryffindor tower, Ginny.
"Ginny?" she asked tentatively the next morning at breakfast. "Do you know anyone in Gryffindor who's an orphan, other then I?"
"Oh sure, Harry Potter! You've heard of him, haven't you? I think he's the only one, yeah I think so. Why do you ask?" Ginny replied.
"Oh.just wondering," Nadia replied. How could she have been so stupid? Of course Harry Potter was an orphan! She knew he was in Gryffindor; he had smiled to her from down the table. If Harry had the charm, it was liable to destroy him.
She spent most of the day, lying on the grass under a birch tree with Abby, thinking of a plan to rid Harry of the ornament. Although she knew somewhere in her mind that it was a myth, the song had seemed so real. 'Maybe I was dreaming,' she thought. Well, she was awake for most of the night; it explained why she was so tired this morning. She decided that Harry probably didn't have the charm; it could have been something else. But she still formed the plan in her head, just in case.
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Harry couldn't concentrate on his homework that day. His mind kept on drifting up to his bed, where the entrancing song had filled his mind the night before. He thought of it as "the music of the night" as it sang to him at night when he slept. He didn't talk much to Ron or Hermione, and didn't accompany them down to the grounds.
While they were down on the grounds, Harry went up to the dormitory and lay on his bed, savoring the song which flowed 'round him. About fifteen minutes later, Ron burst in and told Harry that Hermione had ordered him to come down, as she said that he needed a break anyways. Harry, not wanting to anger Hermione, reluctantly followed Ron down.
"What were you doing up there, Harry?" Hermione asked curiously. "Ron said that you were in bed when he got there."
"I.I fancied a nap, that's all. Why didn't you let me stay up there? I was perfectly fine," Harry retorted angrily.
"You need fresh air. You haven't been outside for three days. Besides, it's a lovely day. We need to enjoy the sunshine while it lasts," Hermione said airily.
"Yeah, well I could've opened a window," Harry replied, raising his voice. "Don't raise your voice to me, you know perfectly well that you like being out here," Hermione said nastily.
With that, Harry leapt to his feet, and stomped angrily back to his dormitory. They just didn't understand.
*~Okay, there are two things from The Phantom of the Opera. The music of the night is a song in it, and the phantom sings to a girl while she sleeps. So it's tied in two ways. Haha! I am sooooooo clever! Not really though. oh well!~*
Harry traipsed up to his dormitory, the charm still in his pocket. He threw the charm in his trunk, undressed, and climbed into bed. As soon as he was in bed, a strange song filled his head, (oh my gosh, that rhymed!) It was smooth and alluring. He couldn't tell whether it was a voice or instruments, and he felt happy. All he wanted to do in the world was just sit there and listen to the song. It reminded him of the phoenix song, yet somehow, it seemed icy. Harry lay down on his pillows and went to sleep, but the song continued. He dreamed of wondrous things, and the next day, he asked Ron about it.
"So, what do you think that song thing is?" he asked, as the song continued.
"What? What song thing?" Ron asked curiously.
"C-can't you hear it?" Harry asked timidly. He felt a little strange, just like the time when he didn't understand why he could see thestrals and Ron couldn't.
"Are you okay, Harry? Oh, wait. It's probably something like the thestrals," Ron said. He opened the door and started down, but looked back at Harry. "Aren't you coming?"
"No.you go on, I.er.I have to find my book," Harry said slowly. He watched Ron walk down the stairs. In truth, Harry wanted to stay there and listen to the song for a bit longer. It was so beautiful; it seemed to have captured his mind. But Harry had to go down to breakfast, so he reluctantly trudged down the stairs. But for the rest of the day, he couldn't get the song out of his head.
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Nadia awoke with a start on Friday night. An icy, almost evil song had filled her head. She found it frightening, and peered around her hangings to see if any of the other girls had awoken. It didn't seem so, so she tip- toed over to Abby's bed and lightly shook her awake.
"Abby! Abby, do you hear that song? What do you think it is?" Nadia whispered. Abby merely grunted and turned over,
Nadia assumed that she was the only one to hear the song, and, hoping it was a dream, went back to sleep. She dreamed of a story her mother had told her when she was four, a couple of days before she had died.
"There is a charm that is evil and exists to destroy. It sings you a song, but only orphans can hear the ethereal tune. So you shall never hear it, my child," she had said dramatically.
Nadia's eyes snapped open and for the rest of the night she pondered over whom in Gryffindor tower could be an orphan other then herself. She used to think the story was a myth, but it fit. She was an orphan.and the song was evil enough. The next morning at breakfast, she decided to ask the one person who knew everyone in Gryffindor tower, Ginny.
"Ginny?" she asked tentatively the next morning at breakfast. "Do you know anyone in Gryffindor who's an orphan, other then I?"
"Oh sure, Harry Potter! You've heard of him, haven't you? I think he's the only one, yeah I think so. Why do you ask?" Ginny replied.
"Oh.just wondering," Nadia replied. How could she have been so stupid? Of course Harry Potter was an orphan! She knew he was in Gryffindor; he had smiled to her from down the table. If Harry had the charm, it was liable to destroy him.
She spent most of the day, lying on the grass under a birch tree with Abby, thinking of a plan to rid Harry of the ornament. Although she knew somewhere in her mind that it was a myth, the song had seemed so real. 'Maybe I was dreaming,' she thought. Well, she was awake for most of the night; it explained why she was so tired this morning. She decided that Harry probably didn't have the charm; it could have been something else. But she still formed the plan in her head, just in case.
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Harry couldn't concentrate on his homework that day. His mind kept on drifting up to his bed, where the entrancing song had filled his mind the night before. He thought of it as "the music of the night" as it sang to him at night when he slept. He didn't talk much to Ron or Hermione, and didn't accompany them down to the grounds.
While they were down on the grounds, Harry went up to the dormitory and lay on his bed, savoring the song which flowed 'round him. About fifteen minutes later, Ron burst in and told Harry that Hermione had ordered him to come down, as she said that he needed a break anyways. Harry, not wanting to anger Hermione, reluctantly followed Ron down.
"What were you doing up there, Harry?" Hermione asked curiously. "Ron said that you were in bed when he got there."
"I.I fancied a nap, that's all. Why didn't you let me stay up there? I was perfectly fine," Harry retorted angrily.
"You need fresh air. You haven't been outside for three days. Besides, it's a lovely day. We need to enjoy the sunshine while it lasts," Hermione said airily.
"Yeah, well I could've opened a window," Harry replied, raising his voice. "Don't raise your voice to me, you know perfectly well that you like being out here," Hermione said nastily.
With that, Harry leapt to his feet, and stomped angrily back to his dormitory. They just didn't understand.
*~Okay, there are two things from The Phantom of the Opera. The music of the night is a song in it, and the phantom sings to a girl while she sleeps. So it's tied in two ways. Haha! I am sooooooo clever! Not really though. oh well!~*