A/N-Ok the last chapter took place in their fourth year. This is chapter
takes place that summer, right after Draco ran away. And this is one-sided
slash. Of course it maintains its PG rating, for angst and 1 cuss word,
lol. I've been wanting to write this chapter for the longest time, but
couldn't find the right song to fit. But this song rules! You have gotta
read the lyrics!!! I'm thinking of writing one more chapter, or two more.
It depends how much response I get. So please review or email at
politicly96incorect@hotmail.com. Tnx!~Curly~*~
Disclaimer- I don't own Ozzy Obsourne's lyrics or anything, or Harry
Potter.
And Caged Birds Sing
Chapter 2: I Don't Care About the Sunshine
Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come, but I ain't the same
Mama, I'm coming home
Cedric Diggory. How many times has that name passed through his head during the last month was unfathomable. Murderer. Worthless. Harry Potter; savior of the entire wizarding, and perhaps entire world lay on his stomach with his flat pillow pressed tightly over his head. He'd do anything to drown out the constant ramblings of his uncle. However he'd gladly take being yelled at then face accusing voices in his conscience His fifth year at Hogwarts was quickly approaching and for the first time since he had completed his first year there he didn't want to go back.
Times gone by seem to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, I'm coming home
Ron. Hermione. Blinded by their faith in him and the image of Harry Potter; the golden boy, failed to see his guilt, his pain. But then again they hadn't tried contacting him since summer vacation, so how would they know. Perhaps they didn't know what to say. Perhaps it would be too awkward. Its not like they could actually help him anyway, he didn't need any reminders of what took place that year.
You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes
The Dursleys; closed-minded fools. Why had they taken him in in the first place? Maybe they didn't want to spare the money it cost for a house keeper or punching bag, and figured he would be more efficient in the long run.
You made me cry, you told me lies
But I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, I'm coming home
What sort of person was able to point-blank lie to a orphaned child, tell them that their parents had been bad people, and had died leaving him to be nothing but a burden to their family. That's what he was, a burden. Maybe he should runaway. No. He deserved his family's abuse. All he got was pity in the wizarding world. Anything was better then that almost shameful look in his friends eyes; even hate.
I could be right, I could be wrong
Hurts so bad, it's been so long
Mama, I'm coming home
What did it matter anymore. Everyone already knew the ending to his story. There would be one battle to end them all. And in the end he would face Voldemort. He would either kill the Dark Lord with his last strength, or die trying. So what was the use. Why prolong it? He wasn't scared of death, but welcomed a ending to his well-known tale.
Selfish love yeah we're both alone
The ride before the fall
Love? Who did Harry Potter love? His family? No. His friends? Probably. His enemy? Definitely. Ha, there's a shocker, the one thing that no one knew about the story of his life.
But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just got to have it all
Draco Malfoy. Why are you so sad? Why do your eyes never smile when your lips do. Why do I love you?
I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
Mom. His dreams used to be filled with her sweet smile, and loving voice. Now they were filled with terrible visions of someone in need. Someone who needed him. Why do they run? Where are they going?
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Glory? Yes his days would end in glory. But the glory would be only for those around him. Not that he wanted the fame. Truth be told Harry Potter just wanted to be left alone. He wanted solitude. No, that is a lie. Harry Potter wants love. No, that's not quite right either. Harry Potter wants to love. Yes and be loved in return. But what ever comes of want? Oh yea, disappointment.
You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes
Yes he wanted love, and a home. Not so hard right? Where was his home? 'Murderer.' The whispered words of his conscience they could not and would not be quieted. Harry sat up in his bed and swiftly walked over to the door. Maybe if he couldn't quiet the voices he could out-run them.
I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Grasping the doorknob to the Dursley's front door Harry took a deep breath and turned. "And where the hell do you suppose you're going?!" A rather irritated Vernon Dursley yelled. And with a very simple, crooked smile, Harry replied "Home." And with that he began his swift sprint down the Privet Drive.
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Please review, I need to know people are actually reading this story in order to begin to write the next chapter. And oh what a great next chapter it will be. Probably not a songfic. But filled with slash, ;).
And Caged Birds Sing
Chapter 2: I Don't Care About the Sunshine
Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come, but I ain't the same
Mama, I'm coming home
Cedric Diggory. How many times has that name passed through his head during the last month was unfathomable. Murderer. Worthless. Harry Potter; savior of the entire wizarding, and perhaps entire world lay on his stomach with his flat pillow pressed tightly over his head. He'd do anything to drown out the constant ramblings of his uncle. However he'd gladly take being yelled at then face accusing voices in his conscience His fifth year at Hogwarts was quickly approaching and for the first time since he had completed his first year there he didn't want to go back.
Times gone by seem to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, I'm coming home
Ron. Hermione. Blinded by their faith in him and the image of Harry Potter; the golden boy, failed to see his guilt, his pain. But then again they hadn't tried contacting him since summer vacation, so how would they know. Perhaps they didn't know what to say. Perhaps it would be too awkward. Its not like they could actually help him anyway, he didn't need any reminders of what took place that year.
You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes
The Dursleys; closed-minded fools. Why had they taken him in in the first place? Maybe they didn't want to spare the money it cost for a house keeper or punching bag, and figured he would be more efficient in the long run.
You made me cry, you told me lies
But I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, I'm coming home
What sort of person was able to point-blank lie to a orphaned child, tell them that their parents had been bad people, and had died leaving him to be nothing but a burden to their family. That's what he was, a burden. Maybe he should runaway. No. He deserved his family's abuse. All he got was pity in the wizarding world. Anything was better then that almost shameful look in his friends eyes; even hate.
I could be right, I could be wrong
Hurts so bad, it's been so long
Mama, I'm coming home
What did it matter anymore. Everyone already knew the ending to his story. There would be one battle to end them all. And in the end he would face Voldemort. He would either kill the Dark Lord with his last strength, or die trying. So what was the use. Why prolong it? He wasn't scared of death, but welcomed a ending to his well-known tale.
Selfish love yeah we're both alone
The ride before the fall
Love? Who did Harry Potter love? His family? No. His friends? Probably. His enemy? Definitely. Ha, there's a shocker, the one thing that no one knew about the story of his life.
But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just got to have it all
Draco Malfoy. Why are you so sad? Why do your eyes never smile when your lips do. Why do I love you?
I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
Mom. His dreams used to be filled with her sweet smile, and loving voice. Now they were filled with terrible visions of someone in need. Someone who needed him. Why do they run? Where are they going?
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Glory? Yes his days would end in glory. But the glory would be only for those around him. Not that he wanted the fame. Truth be told Harry Potter just wanted to be left alone. He wanted solitude. No, that is a lie. Harry Potter wants love. No, that's not quite right either. Harry Potter wants to love. Yes and be loved in return. But what ever comes of want? Oh yea, disappointment.
You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes
Yes he wanted love, and a home. Not so hard right? Where was his home? 'Murderer.' The whispered words of his conscience they could not and would not be quieted. Harry sat up in his bed and swiftly walked over to the door. Maybe if he couldn't quiet the voices he could out-run them.
I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Grasping the doorknob to the Dursley's front door Harry took a deep breath and turned. "And where the hell do you suppose you're going?!" A rather irritated Vernon Dursley yelled. And with a very simple, crooked smile, Harry replied "Home." And with that he began his swift sprint down the Privet Drive.
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Please review, I need to know people are actually reading this story in order to begin to write the next chapter. And oh what a great next chapter it will be. Probably not a songfic. But filled with slash, ;).