Song Night at Hogwarts
Lucia: Chapter two, people. Give good suggestions.
Keno: This chappy?
Lucia: Harry's first song. Anyone who's heard it will instantly know why I chose it.
Keno: Anything else you want say?
Lucia: Could someone run to the pharmacy and pick up my prescription of "Writer's Block" pills? *massages temples* And some headache medicine. Please.
Keno: What IS it with you and headaches?!
Lucia: Went to a doctor about them; says it's stress. NO SHIT, DICK TRACY!!
Keno: Eep! *hides*
~*~*~*~*~*~
". . . . Harry James Potter." Dumbledore smiled and left the stage. Sirius stared at his godson, who had adopted red as his new skin tone.
"Harry?" Sirius asked curiously.
Harry just smiled softly as he stood and walked onto the stage. It was surprisingly quiet. Everyone seemed as shocked as Sirius at Harry's daring.
"I heard this Muggle song and. . ." Harry hesitated, "thought it had me down pretty well." The music started. It was an interesting mix of speedy beats and a soft guitar backround.
"~I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me"
Hermione's hand flew across her mouth in surprise. Pleasant surprise, of course. She turned to Ron and thought she better tell him to take his jaw off the floor.
The rest of the hall was in stunned silence. Harry's voice was soft, and quiet, but at the same time holding a deadly intensity.
"I'm more than a bird . . . I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me"
Harry voice floated. His heart was crying out that the song gave his feelings away all too much. Moot point, though. Everyone was too preoccupied listening raptly to his voice. Harry almost smiled. He was glad for that.
Harry's eyes floated around until they met Sirius'. Harry suddenly found himself unable to shake his eyes away. Sirius' bright blue eyes said more than words. He saw through Harry's voice. He knew how much this song meant to Harry. Harry gulped ever to slightly. His godfather understood him better than anyone else.[1] Harry was beyond hesitant to move onto the the next lryics.
"Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see"
Sirius smirked. Harry would see that home.
Sirius knew the importance of this song to Harry. Harry fought against his own and everyone's demons. Voldemort, he was everyone else's enemy. It was just a bad twist of faith that it was Harry's, this small fifteen year old, responsiblty to take care of everyone else. Harry was even more unlucky. He had no family that loved him. No warm home. No parents to help him through tough times. No one to be there to share his burden. Harry was alone all his life. Sirius swore, right then and there, he would change that.
"It may sound absurd . . . but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed . . . but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me"
Everyone laughed at the words "I may be disturbed. . ." Everyone remembered the Rita Skeeter article. It stood out vividly at those words. Harry smiled. This was going well. Get their minds off the message of the song.
"Up, up and away.away from me
It's all right.You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy.or anything."
Harry took a deep breathe. Almost done. Soon, his song would be done and, hopefully, out of the crowds head so they wouldn't draw anything from it.
"I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
It's not easy to be me."
The Hall exploded with appaulse. Discluding the Slytherins, everyone clapped and cheered. Harry bowed before walking offstage and headed to his table.
"Wow, Harry. That was. . . " Hermione tried to finish but seemed at loss for words. Ron wasn't though.
"Bloody brillant! That was so cool!" he jumped up and patted Harrys back before sitting back down as Dumbledore commented breifly on the performance. Harry sat slightly seperated from his friends who were sitting two and three seats to his right. Sirius leaned over to Harry's ear.
"I don't know what you meant by that song Harry. Your home is now going to be with me." Sirius said, grasping his godson's shoulder. Harry looked at him. He nodded solemnly, and a second later hugged Siriys tightly. Sirius rubbed his back soothingly.
"Good job, Harry. I couldn't be prouder." He said as Harry sat back again and sipped some tea.
"Thanks Sirius."
~*~*~*~*~*~ Lucia: *sigh* Wasn't that sweet?
Keno: Number thing?
Lucia: Oh yeah!
[1] I mean their relation in a totally non-slash way. Harry's never known a father and he considers Sirius his father figure. I'll stop romanticising them for the rest of the fic (hopefully). I just really love the idea of Harry living with Sirius.
Keno: Yes. The sappiness is making me hurl. Yuck.
Lucia: Have you no heart?!
Keno: *glares* This coming from the female "Artemis Fowl?"
Lucia: *opens mouth to speak a few times and fails, face burning scarlet*
Lucia: Chapter two, people. Give good suggestions.
Keno: This chappy?
Lucia: Harry's first song. Anyone who's heard it will instantly know why I chose it.
Keno: Anything else you want say?
Lucia: Could someone run to the pharmacy and pick up my prescription of "Writer's Block" pills? *massages temples* And some headache medicine. Please.
Keno: What IS it with you and headaches?!
Lucia: Went to a doctor about them; says it's stress. NO SHIT, DICK TRACY!!
Keno: Eep! *hides*
~*~*~*~*~*~
". . . . Harry James Potter." Dumbledore smiled and left the stage. Sirius stared at his godson, who had adopted red as his new skin tone.
"Harry?" Sirius asked curiously.
Harry just smiled softly as he stood and walked onto the stage. It was surprisingly quiet. Everyone seemed as shocked as Sirius at Harry's daring.
"I heard this Muggle song and. . ." Harry hesitated, "thought it had me down pretty well." The music started. It was an interesting mix of speedy beats and a soft guitar backround.
"~I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me"
Hermione's hand flew across her mouth in surprise. Pleasant surprise, of course. She turned to Ron and thought she better tell him to take his jaw off the floor.
The rest of the hall was in stunned silence. Harry's voice was soft, and quiet, but at the same time holding a deadly intensity.
"I'm more than a bird . . . I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me"
Harry voice floated. His heart was crying out that the song gave his feelings away all too much. Moot point, though. Everyone was too preoccupied listening raptly to his voice. Harry almost smiled. He was glad for that.
Harry's eyes floated around until they met Sirius'. Harry suddenly found himself unable to shake his eyes away. Sirius' bright blue eyes said more than words. He saw through Harry's voice. He knew how much this song meant to Harry. Harry gulped ever to slightly. His godfather understood him better than anyone else.[1] Harry was beyond hesitant to move onto the the next lryics.
"Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see"
Sirius smirked. Harry would see that home.
Sirius knew the importance of this song to Harry. Harry fought against his own and everyone's demons. Voldemort, he was everyone else's enemy. It was just a bad twist of faith that it was Harry's, this small fifteen year old, responsiblty to take care of everyone else. Harry was even more unlucky. He had no family that loved him. No warm home. No parents to help him through tough times. No one to be there to share his burden. Harry was alone all his life. Sirius swore, right then and there, he would change that.
"It may sound absurd . . . but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed . . . but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me"
Everyone laughed at the words "I may be disturbed. . ." Everyone remembered the Rita Skeeter article. It stood out vividly at those words. Harry smiled. This was going well. Get their minds off the message of the song.
"Up, up and away.away from me
It's all right.You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy.or anything."
Harry took a deep breathe. Almost done. Soon, his song would be done and, hopefully, out of the crowds head so they wouldn't draw anything from it.
"I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
It's not easy to be me."
The Hall exploded with appaulse. Discluding the Slytherins, everyone clapped and cheered. Harry bowed before walking offstage and headed to his table.
"Wow, Harry. That was. . . " Hermione tried to finish but seemed at loss for words. Ron wasn't though.
"Bloody brillant! That was so cool!" he jumped up and patted Harrys back before sitting back down as Dumbledore commented breifly on the performance. Harry sat slightly seperated from his friends who were sitting two and three seats to his right. Sirius leaned over to Harry's ear.
"I don't know what you meant by that song Harry. Your home is now going to be with me." Sirius said, grasping his godson's shoulder. Harry looked at him. He nodded solemnly, and a second later hugged Siriys tightly. Sirius rubbed his back soothingly.
"Good job, Harry. I couldn't be prouder." He said as Harry sat back again and sipped some tea.
"Thanks Sirius."
~*~*~*~*~*~ Lucia: *sigh* Wasn't that sweet?
Keno: Number thing?
Lucia: Oh yeah!
[1] I mean their relation in a totally non-slash way. Harry's never known a father and he considers Sirius his father figure. I'll stop romanticising them for the rest of the fic (hopefully). I just really love the idea of Harry living with Sirius.
Keno: Yes. The sappiness is making me hurl. Yuck.
Lucia: Have you no heart?!
Keno: *glares* This coming from the female "Artemis Fowl?"
Lucia: *opens mouth to speak a few times and fails, face burning scarlet*