A/N: If anyone would like to hear the piece of music "Canon", e-mail me at

Blinded_by_the_moonlight@hotmail.com and let me know. I have it in midi sound, and it really is very, very beautiful. If I ever get married (thankfully a long way off) I think I am going to have it played instead of hear comes the bride! I am afraid I do not know whom it is by, but if anyone can tell me I would be very grateful!



Calming Cannon



As I was on my way out, Dumbledore followed me. When I went to head for the Common room, he seemed a little confused.

"Surely, now she is awake, you want to spend some time with Miss Evans?"

"I do, Professor, but...I think it best I wait until Severus is gone. Emotions are still running high, and I do not want to get Lily into a state. Please could you tell her I'll be up to see her later?"

He smiled again, and nodded his head contentedly.

"I see, I see. That would be for the best, I think. Good evening, and do give my regards to your father next time you see him."

"I will sir, don't worry."

Then the most awful thought crossed my mind. He didn't know. I ran a step closer to Dumbledore, and quickly spoke again.

"Sir? Does he know that I told them?"

"Yes. I cleared it with him before I spoke in the hospital wing on Christmas day."

The weight of the world left my shoulders as soon as it had come, and I nodded in gratitude. I walked slowly back to the common room, enjoying the solitude. We would be back in lessons in four days time. I hoped that at least one of Ed and Severus would have come round by then, but I couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore's age would at all affect his sense of time so much that "a little while" may mean a few years, and "eventually" meant a decade.

All I could do was wait.

I reached the common room, and slumped down in a chair near the fire. I lay back and could almost hear calming music playing. As I thought about it, I could hear music playing. It was a violin solo, and as far as I could make out, it was "Canon". I wasn't too sure of anything about the piece, except that it was usually played by stringed instrument and that it was my favourite piece of music. That was what made me think I had been imagining it, but it was far too real. I followed the sound, and it seemed to be coming from the boy's dorms. I searched my mind, and none of the boys I knew were staying played any instruments to my knowledge.

I shrugged, and sat down in my chair once again, and listened quietly. It was soothing, and I just pressed my head back into the cushions and closed my eyes; the sound positively floated down. The next thing I knew it was about 1am, and I had fallen asleep in the chair. I got up, still none the wiser as to the mystery musician, and ambled up the winding stairs to bed. I have never, not even to this day, forgotten the haunting, yet enthralling sound that wafted down the stairs at me, and I doubt I ever will.