Beginning of the End
Authors: Starchild and Saavik
Chapter Seven: Cry to Heaven
***Disclaimer*** We do not own the Harry Potter Universe or any of the recognizable characters that belong there. We read and watch a lot of TV so any unintentional quotes are, well, unintentional. If we mean to, and can remember, we will tell you where they come from. If we 'borrow' from your fanfiction, oops! Tell us and we will fix it or give you the credit you deserve.
When you see // ..// it means the person is thinking and not talking.
*******
Back in a remote part of England:
The room was dark. A small form lay huddled within the large bed's blankets. A strong warding lock was glowing on the door and the light from a single candle spread its glow over an odd looking muggle devise of black plastic and shining display. The only sound was coming from the artifact. A song. The form on the bed listened to the words, over and over again. Memorizing them. Taking them to heart. It all made sense when the music played. The unending torment was pushed back while the contraband devise gave off its waves of sound. It had taken the boy a good month to work the magic necessary to get it to work around so much magical energy. A month spent in desperate fear of discovery. Nightly prayers that the lock on the door and the silencing charms would be enough to keep father out.
The song ended and the boy reached out and started it over again. Trails of silent tears wove their way down his pale cheeks. It was so forbidden, this music. If his father knew he would face days of pain, more so than ever before. His father would punish him for venturing into muggle London. For buying the devise and all the hundreds of disks that it played. The boy let a small grin appear on his face. Where his father thought the money was going was a constant source of amusement to the young man. No, he did not indulge in the illicit potions his mother loved so much. Nor the amusements his father cherished. He just wanted to break the silence of the manor. Shatter the illusion of timelessness that permeated the air. He wanted to be free of it all.
Potions would only make him a lifeless lump like his mother. Lying unmoving somewhere in the house. Eyes open and dull staring up at the timber ceiling slowly dieing. He did not want to die. He wanted, what did he want? To get away yes. To never see his father again, except to dance on his grave of course. To find something better. That was it. To find something else. He clutched his pillow tighter. Was there anything else? Muggles believed in Heaven. He wondered if it existed. It must for this was surly hell. Maybe death wouldn't be so bad. But did he deserve heaven?
The tears fell onto the soft linen bedding and made perfect circles. Perfect like everyone assumed his life was. So round, so WHOLE. The boy shuttered. Whole. Hole. Like that one he had seen on his 15th birthday. The one they dumped the corpses into before they incinerated them. A burst of bright orange light and the bodies had been gone, turned to ash. But one had not been dead. He could hear the screams as the magic burned its way through her flesh. Or what had been left of it. Just 7 weeks left till his 16th birthday. The one where he would join THEM. The tears fell faster. Just 7 weeks till he would do more than see the bodies. More than help dispose of them. Just 7 weeks till he would have to become what he loathed. What everyone already thought he was. Just 7 weeks left till he.
He could almost hear his father's voice from that night almost a year ago. "I have a present for you. A little something to wet your appetite for next year. Come see what entertainments await you." Entertainments. Entertainment was a quidditch game, a muggle movie, a walk in the forest. Not murder and rape. Not torture for no reason. Where were the grand ideas, the glorious society the elders spoke of?
The tears came down in waves as the form's shoulders shook with the force of trying to containing them. The song kept playing. The candle burned out and the only light came from the wards on the door. The only hope slowly slipping away.
Hogwarts. He would find a way to escape there. There had to be a way. There is always a way, a choice. One may not like the choice, but there is one. The boy turned the song back to the beginning. Looking for answers and courage.
SCREAM: Michael and Janet Jackson
(Michael):
Tired of injustice
Tired of the schemes
Kinda disgusted
So what does it mean
Kicking me down
I got to get up
As jacked as it sounds
The whole system sucks
(Janet):
Peek in the shadow
Come into the light
You tell me I'm wrong
Then you better prove you're right
You're sellin' out souls
I care about mine
I've got to get stronger
And I won't give up the fight
(Michael):
With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream
You bash abusing victimize within the scheme
(Janet):
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both):
Somebody please have mercy cause I just can't take it
Chorus:
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make you just wanna scream
(Michael):
Tired of you tellin' the story your way
It's causin' confusion
You think it's okay
(Janet):
Keep changin' the rules
While you're playin' the game
I can't take it much longer
I think I might go insane
(Michael):
With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusing vicitimize within the scheme
(Janet):
You find your pleasure scandalizin' every lie
(Both):
Oh Father, please have mercy cause I just can't take it
Chorus:
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop fuckin' with me
Make me wanna scream
(Janet):
Oh my God, can't believe what I saw
As I turned on the TV this evening
I was disgusted by all the injustice
All the injustice
(Michael):
All the injustice
(News Man):
("A man has been brutally beaten to death by Police after being wrongly identified as a robbery suspect. The man was an 18 year old black man..")
(Michael):
With such collusions don't it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet):
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both):
Oh brother please have mercy cause I just can't take it
Chorus:
*****
A/N: I know, I didn't say who this was. But come on. Think about it. And as for him being out of character, we have no idea about his character. JKR has kept him so flat we have no idea of the inner working of his mind. And very little evidence of his home life. Only what fanfiction authors think up. So this is my version of the unnamed party. For timeline update. Let's say school got out in early July. Harry arrives in mid- July. The boy in the chapter's birthday is about a week into September. Seven weeks from here, so.. Do the math. My head hurts. Hope the time line works. If it is inconsistent with JRK, please allow for artistic license. This is fanfiction. Review. Please. Yes, Review. You must review. The voice commands you.
LL&P Saavik
Authors: Starchild and Saavik
Chapter Seven: Cry to Heaven
***Disclaimer*** We do not own the Harry Potter Universe or any of the recognizable characters that belong there. We read and watch a lot of TV so any unintentional quotes are, well, unintentional. If we mean to, and can remember, we will tell you where they come from. If we 'borrow' from your fanfiction, oops! Tell us and we will fix it or give you the credit you deserve.
When you see // ..// it means the person is thinking and not talking.
*******
Back in a remote part of England:
The room was dark. A small form lay huddled within the large bed's blankets. A strong warding lock was glowing on the door and the light from a single candle spread its glow over an odd looking muggle devise of black plastic and shining display. The only sound was coming from the artifact. A song. The form on the bed listened to the words, over and over again. Memorizing them. Taking them to heart. It all made sense when the music played. The unending torment was pushed back while the contraband devise gave off its waves of sound. It had taken the boy a good month to work the magic necessary to get it to work around so much magical energy. A month spent in desperate fear of discovery. Nightly prayers that the lock on the door and the silencing charms would be enough to keep father out.
The song ended and the boy reached out and started it over again. Trails of silent tears wove their way down his pale cheeks. It was so forbidden, this music. If his father knew he would face days of pain, more so than ever before. His father would punish him for venturing into muggle London. For buying the devise and all the hundreds of disks that it played. The boy let a small grin appear on his face. Where his father thought the money was going was a constant source of amusement to the young man. No, he did not indulge in the illicit potions his mother loved so much. Nor the amusements his father cherished. He just wanted to break the silence of the manor. Shatter the illusion of timelessness that permeated the air. He wanted to be free of it all.
Potions would only make him a lifeless lump like his mother. Lying unmoving somewhere in the house. Eyes open and dull staring up at the timber ceiling slowly dieing. He did not want to die. He wanted, what did he want? To get away yes. To never see his father again, except to dance on his grave of course. To find something better. That was it. To find something else. He clutched his pillow tighter. Was there anything else? Muggles believed in Heaven. He wondered if it existed. It must for this was surly hell. Maybe death wouldn't be so bad. But did he deserve heaven?
The tears fell onto the soft linen bedding and made perfect circles. Perfect like everyone assumed his life was. So round, so WHOLE. The boy shuttered. Whole. Hole. Like that one he had seen on his 15th birthday. The one they dumped the corpses into before they incinerated them. A burst of bright orange light and the bodies had been gone, turned to ash. But one had not been dead. He could hear the screams as the magic burned its way through her flesh. Or what had been left of it. Just 7 weeks left till his 16th birthday. The one where he would join THEM. The tears fell faster. Just 7 weeks till he would do more than see the bodies. More than help dispose of them. Just 7 weeks till he would have to become what he loathed. What everyone already thought he was. Just 7 weeks left till he.
He could almost hear his father's voice from that night almost a year ago. "I have a present for you. A little something to wet your appetite for next year. Come see what entertainments await you." Entertainments. Entertainment was a quidditch game, a muggle movie, a walk in the forest. Not murder and rape. Not torture for no reason. Where were the grand ideas, the glorious society the elders spoke of?
The tears came down in waves as the form's shoulders shook with the force of trying to containing them. The song kept playing. The candle burned out and the only light came from the wards on the door. The only hope slowly slipping away.
Hogwarts. He would find a way to escape there. There had to be a way. There is always a way, a choice. One may not like the choice, but there is one. The boy turned the song back to the beginning. Looking for answers and courage.
SCREAM: Michael and Janet Jackson
(Michael):
Tired of injustice
Tired of the schemes
Kinda disgusted
So what does it mean
Kicking me down
I got to get up
As jacked as it sounds
The whole system sucks
(Janet):
Peek in the shadow
Come into the light
You tell me I'm wrong
Then you better prove you're right
You're sellin' out souls
I care about mine
I've got to get stronger
And I won't give up the fight
(Michael):
With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream
You bash abusing victimize within the scheme
(Janet):
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both):
Somebody please have mercy cause I just can't take it
Chorus:
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make you just wanna scream
(Michael):
Tired of you tellin' the story your way
It's causin' confusion
You think it's okay
(Janet):
Keep changin' the rules
While you're playin' the game
I can't take it much longer
I think I might go insane
(Michael):
With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusing vicitimize within the scheme
(Janet):
You find your pleasure scandalizin' every lie
(Both):
Oh Father, please have mercy cause I just can't take it
Chorus:
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop fuckin' with me
Make me wanna scream
(Janet):
Oh my God, can't believe what I saw
As I turned on the TV this evening
I was disgusted by all the injustice
All the injustice
(Michael):
All the injustice
(News Man):
("A man has been brutally beaten to death by Police after being wrongly identified as a robbery suspect. The man was an 18 year old black man..")
(Michael):
With such collusions don't it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet):
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both):
Oh brother please have mercy cause I just can't take it
Chorus:
*****
A/N: I know, I didn't say who this was. But come on. Think about it. And as for him being out of character, we have no idea about his character. JKR has kept him so flat we have no idea of the inner working of his mind. And very little evidence of his home life. Only what fanfiction authors think up. So this is my version of the unnamed party. For timeline update. Let's say school got out in early July. Harry arrives in mid- July. The boy in the chapter's birthday is about a week into September. Seven weeks from here, so.. Do the math. My head hurts. Hope the time line works. If it is inconsistent with JRK, please allow for artistic license. This is fanfiction. Review. Please. Yes, Review. You must review. The voice commands you.
LL&P Saavik