A/N the last chapter was really bad I'm sorry for that, hope this is better
and if any of you have five minutes on your hand could you read a short
chapter of a story called A Girl Who Could Sing A Legend, thanks I wrote
and I'm wondering what people think of it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the song (my first song) and, the plot (if there's one).
I sat straight up, breathing heavily, in a cold sweat. I had had another one of
those dreams. With one hand, I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
I would not be able to go to sleep; I knew that from my former dreams. So, I
rubbed my eyes and threw back the warm covers.
The screams still echoed in my mind. That laugh reminded me of one those
mad scientist cartoons that Dudley watched on the telley.
My hand traveled to my scar, but the pain was gone as soon as my palm touched it.
I closed my eyes and rocked myself. I willed myself to hear
the lullaby my mom had sung to me so long ago, though I only remembered part
of it. It always calmed me. I felt the smile settle into my face.
~ look at the world around you little one,
look at the dreams in front of you,
and promise me you'll always follow them.
Remember keep your head up high- don't let it fall,
angels are always shielding you.
keep that smile on your face don't let it fade away.~
I opened my eyes, still smiling. I was able to remember more of the dream. It had never had been
that long though, there had been new parts to it: Sirus had been in it,
but he had changed into a human, (was that possible?), then, my father was in it
also, playing jokes on Sirus, using a stick to turn his hair
different colors. They seemed to be laughing, but the dream had been silent, except for that dreadful laugh.
I looked around the room. My eyes swept from the bed, to the chair at the desk, to the door. He
was not there. "He must be looking for me", I thought.
I turned my head to the door, from which I had heard laughter. Suddenly, I remembered my Mother Father and SIRUS!
I walked over to the door
then paused,
did they want me down there?
I sat down on the floor to argue with my self, a sigh escaping my lips. I
was half-way through the argument when I heard knock on my door.
I scrambled away from the door on which I had been leaning. Tap, tip, tad, came the
slow soft knocks on the door. "Why had they not come in?" said a voice in my
head.
"Are you awake, Harry?" came a man's voice.
"Yes" I spoke.
"Can I come in?" My father's voice asked. I wrinkled my brow
in puzzlement, why was he asking me? but I answered. "Yes".
The door opened slowly. Then my father's eyes came to mine. He smiled.
"What are you doing on the floor?" My Dad asked.
" I was, thinking" I said. Wasn't it obvious? " Does sitting on the floor
help one think?" he asked, surpressing a laugh.
"Maybe, but grown-ups always find that funny, for some reason" I said with a
shrug, and it was true; grown ups found it funny, why, I will never know!
" I don't find it funny just...."
"Funny!" I finished for him,meaning that in a comical way, but when it had
come out, I saw two ways it could have been seen, and hoped he took it the
same way I had meant it to be.
"okay you caught me, I just never remember doing that" he said with a sigh,
"you're too smart for me, man! I won't be able to play any jokes on you". He waved his hand in the air in a fake surrender, but that was not what I was looking at. There, tucked carefully in his belt was a stick, or rather a wand! It looked like my friend's but different. Then, I remembered my friend's words
~ "wands are like people, there is not one the same as the other" ~
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the song (my first song) and, the plot (if there's one).
I sat straight up, breathing heavily, in a cold sweat. I had had another one of
those dreams. With one hand, I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
I would not be able to go to sleep; I knew that from my former dreams. So, I
rubbed my eyes and threw back the warm covers.
The screams still echoed in my mind. That laugh reminded me of one those
mad scientist cartoons that Dudley watched on the telley.
My hand traveled to my scar, but the pain was gone as soon as my palm touched it.
I closed my eyes and rocked myself. I willed myself to hear
the lullaby my mom had sung to me so long ago, though I only remembered part
of it. It always calmed me. I felt the smile settle into my face.
~ look at the world around you little one,
look at the dreams in front of you,
and promise me you'll always follow them.
Remember keep your head up high- don't let it fall,
angels are always shielding you.
keep that smile on your face don't let it fade away.~
I opened my eyes, still smiling. I was able to remember more of the dream. It had never had been
that long though, there had been new parts to it: Sirus had been in it,
but he had changed into a human, (was that possible?), then, my father was in it
also, playing jokes on Sirus, using a stick to turn his hair
different colors. They seemed to be laughing, but the dream had been silent, except for that dreadful laugh.
I looked around the room. My eyes swept from the bed, to the chair at the desk, to the door. He
was not there. "He must be looking for me", I thought.
I turned my head to the door, from which I had heard laughter. Suddenly, I remembered my Mother Father and SIRUS!
I walked over to the door
then paused,
did they want me down there?
I sat down on the floor to argue with my self, a sigh escaping my lips. I
was half-way through the argument when I heard knock on my door.
I scrambled away from the door on which I had been leaning. Tap, tip, tad, came the
slow soft knocks on the door. "Why had they not come in?" said a voice in my
head.
"Are you awake, Harry?" came a man's voice.
"Yes" I spoke.
"Can I come in?" My father's voice asked. I wrinkled my brow
in puzzlement, why was he asking me? but I answered. "Yes".
The door opened slowly. Then my father's eyes came to mine. He smiled.
"What are you doing on the floor?" My Dad asked.
" I was, thinking" I said. Wasn't it obvious? " Does sitting on the floor
help one think?" he asked, surpressing a laugh.
"Maybe, but grown-ups always find that funny, for some reason" I said with a
shrug, and it was true; grown ups found it funny, why, I will never know!
" I don't find it funny just...."
"Funny!" I finished for him,meaning that in a comical way, but when it had
come out, I saw two ways it could have been seen, and hoped he took it the
same way I had meant it to be.
"okay you caught me, I just never remember doing that" he said with a sigh,
"you're too smart for me, man! I won't be able to play any jokes on you". He waved his hand in the air in a fake surrender, but that was not what I was looking at. There, tucked carefully in his belt was a stick, or rather a wand! It looked like my friend's but different. Then, I remembered my friend's words
~ "wands are like people, there is not one the same as the other" ~