Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry, Hedwig, Severus (as much as I love him), and everyone else, all belong to JKR and whoever else is in the long list of Harry Potter owners. Tidmag owns the basic plot as he/she (?) gave me the idea for this story. Also, this is another answer for Severitus' challenge. This story has no relation to my other story written partly in answer to Severitus' challenge because there is no Saerry (except for yours truly). I also do not own Lifehouse or their lyrics.
Summary: Fifth year and Harry finds himself changing. But are they for better or for worse? And what secret lurks behind these changes? A secret only Remus Lupin seems to know.
These Dreams-Saerry Snape-
*Hearing Without Listening*
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I'm hearing without listening
And believing every word
You are not saying
Speaking without a sound
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Harry looked down at the base of the Astronomy Tower where Draco's body lay crumpled. He knew he wasn't dead. Draco had begun to slow in his fall halfway down and landed on the ground only hard enough to render him unconscious. Harry laughed at this then leapt over the edge
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"Uhn."
Draco lifted his head and blinked blearily.
"Welcome back to the living, Malfoy."
"Potter?" Draco's gray eyes flew open in surprise and he saw Harry kneeling beside him, his arms leant on his thighs, long hair shadowing his face. But his eyes were what shocked Draco. Instead of being emerald green, they were completely and wholly black. And emotionless.
Draco tried to scramble backwards and yell but all that he managed was a slight wheeze. Harry threw back his head and laughed, hard and cold. He then smiled maliciously and said, "Scared, Malfoy?"
Draco pushed himself up on his elbows and gasped, "What the hell were you thinking, Potter?"
Harry affected a look of surprise and laid a hand on his chest.
"Me?"
"Yea, you sodding git. Were you thinking at all?"
"No."
"No?"
Harry smirked and said, "Be thankful you're alive. Now get up. Someone might see us."
"Oh joy…"
Draco grunted as Harry rose and kicked him in the back.
"Up, Malfoy! Or shall I shove your face into the dirt? It might look better there."
Draco growled something under his breath and received another kick, this one in the ribs. Harry jerked him to his feet a second later and shoved him forward.
"Weakling."
Draco stumbled forward and Harry followed, eyes still flooded black.
What neither teen knew is that they were being watched.
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Dumbledore appeared out of thin air at the top of the tower, his face grim. He had proof that something was seriously wrong now. Something had happened to Harry and it had everything to do with the truth about who his father was.
Dumbledore sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out the remains of Harry's glasses. The boy had obviously not noticed them gone and neither had anyone else. Turning them over in his hand, Dumbledore frowned.
He had to tell Snape about Harry.
He had to tell a father that his son was slowly being driven off the brink, it not already teetering on it.
Dumbledore sighed again then shoved the broken glasses back into his robes, turning to leave the two.
It was time to talk to Snape.
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Trapped inside
Of these four walls
Walking brainless muppet dolls
Mushroom face
Beneath the tangles
Bleeding silhouette inside
Dancing like an angel would
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