Chapter Ten: Music
Disclaimer: Alright, we have some new things in this chapter. We all know what I don't own out of the old things, but I would just like to make a short note about the songs/song lyrics that don't own and that are in this chapter. There are song lyrics from songs in this chapter. I do not own these songs neither do I own the lyrics in anyway shape or form. The songs are: Part of "Bother" by Corey Taylor Part of "Forsaken" by Divinity Destroyed "Hurt" by Nine-Inch Nails, but I used the remake by Johnny Cash Mention of "Shivers" by Nick Cave. Mention of multiple wonderful artists. Go get their music I also don't own the book "Interview with a Vampire" Anne Rice does. Thank you.
The moon was just one night till full. Remus sat forlornly upon the window seat, watching it rise above the Forbidden Forest's treetops. It was late for the moon to be this low. The werewolf was humming, and began to mutter the words to the song. "I never head a voice to protect, so you fed me shit to digest. I wish I had a reason; my flaws are open season. For this I gave up trying; one good turn deserves my dying." "Why are you singing that, Remus?" "I don't know, but I heard it when I went to London today for the supplies." Remus motioned, without turning, to the cauldron Severus was making the Wolf's Bane Potion in. "It is called Bother by Corey Taylor. I liked the lyrics." "It reminds me of a muggle song I heard once. It was called Hurt I think." Just then music began to drift through the closed door to Severus' daughter's room. Dumbledore had allowed her to use her electronic machines. "Andrea, turn that down!" yelled Snape as he measured out rose hips for the potion. "My name is Talon! NOT Andrea!" Came the disrespectful shout accompanied by the music being turned up several more notches. "She calls herself by a man's name and will deafen herself with that music." Scowled Severus as the song ended. Remus just smiled at his lover and turned back to the moon. Suddenly he heard the distinct tinkling of glass shattering. "This is it!" "This is what, Severus?" "That song! And- Talon! Turn this up please!" No answer came, but the lyrics became clearer through the wall and the song started over. "That girl really is going to go deaf at this rate." Muttered the werewolf as the music came to his ears. It was an older man singing; Johnny Cash, as he would later learn. "I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain; the only thing that's read. The needle tears a hole; the old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything. What have I become, my sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will lay you down. I will make you hurt. I wear this crown of thorns upon my lair's chair, full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time, the feeling disappear. You are someone else, and I am still right here. What have I become, my sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way." The two men found themselves lost in the meaningful guitar and deep sorrows of the man's voice. As the song faded to silence, Remus sighed remembering his own sorrowful life, and Severus knelt down to clean up the broken jar of thistles and hid his tears. "Here let me help you, Severus." The werewolf started to get down from the window. "No, I can get it. You must remember that I enjoy making potions, and cleaning up is part of potion making." The music was nearly inaudible now; Talon had turned it back down. Remus sighed again and got comfortable on the window seat again. Walking into Talon's room was like walking into a muggle city. A CD player sat on her dresser with a mirror and her black, red, blue, and purple make- up. A TV with various video game and video systems sat beside the high window on a shelved stand. A computer with books piled on either side were thrown about the cluttered desk. Posters and drawing plastered the black walls. A thick bed was shoved to one side of the room near the closet. Talon herself sat on the floor surrounded by various CDs. More CDs and even some DVDs and videocassettes were stacked on her bookcase amid the vast reservoir of novels on vampires, werewolves, and other such seemingly sinister subjects. Talon was writing down song numbers from CDs by Nick Cave, Voltaire, Vast, Johnny Cash, The Bauhaus, and multiple burnt CDs. "These should make an interesting CD." She mused when she had twenty songs, most of them by Nick Cave, on the list. A match flared as she let a stick of incense and started burning a new CD. She pulled a thick book, Interview with a Vampire, from the shelf. Lying down on her bed, book in hand, Talon let the computer beep away merrily as Shivers by Nick Cave danced quietly from the CD player. A thin line of Jasmine smoke swirled upon itself as it floated out the two inch opening of the window, but the smoke was quickly washed away by the droning rain. Draco sat on Harry's bed. Harry had got him up here with the invisibility cloak several hours ago. Everyone had already been asleep and still were, but now Harry had joined the other Gryffindors. Draco looked lovingly at the slumbering visage. The rumpled black hair fell slightly into his face. The soft eyelids closed the vibrant green openings to his soul. Long, curved eyelashes brushed the blushed-red cheeks, and the full lips were parted ever so slightly. Draco sighed a long breath of contentment. He was never as happy as he was when with the green eyed Gryffindor. He got up and wrapped a thin robe around him. The window was a bit frosted near the bottom. Draco half sat on the sill and looked out over the Hogwarts grounds. Warm, yellow light illuminated the ground in a halo around Hagrid's hut. Does that giant ever sleep? Pondered the blonde Slytherin in very slight amazement. Draco's eyes flowed over the lake. He watched as the early winter winds rippled the surface. Even the giant squid is sleeping. I probably should be too. Double Defense tomorrow, but I can't. He sighed, this time with a soft lining of sadness coating the breath. He looked through a shimmering of tears at the silver scene below him. He began to mutter words beneath his breath. "Lost and staring at the ground I realize: 'I am nothing.' Tears are streaming down my face and seeping deep into my wounds. I am beaten. I am battered. Dripping blood, my wings are tattered. Broken, I fall to my knees and cry to the sky, 'Heaven, take me home!'" A single tear rolled down his pale cheek. "Draco," Came a sleepy, but loved voice. "What are you doing sitting at the window with such a thin robe on? You're going to get sick, and I refuse to be blamed if you do." Malfoy smiled. "I am coming, Harry." He whispered quietly, looking up at the nearly full moon. We won't be seeing Lupin tomorrow. He thought, recalling that tomorrow was indeed the full moon. The Slytherin boy stood up and walked back over to Harry's four-poster bed. Potter held out his hands to him, and Draco sank onto the bed. The two snuggled close together, and both fell asleep. As cold dawn glowed in the sky, Ron woke them. "Harry, you have to get.him out of here before the others wake up." Harry blinked stupid up at his friend several times before comprehending. Blushing slightly from having Ron's eyes on him, he woke his lover gently, quietly. "Draco, get up. It is morning." Malfoy yawned, but got up and dressed quickly. Together Ron and Harry got the Slytherin out of the Gryffindor dormitory and common room before anyone was awake. Harry and Draco kissed only once before the blonde boy returned to his common room to change. As the two friends reentered the common room, Hermione came down from the girl's dorm. "What was that about?" She inquired. Ron answered before Harry had time to draw a breath for his own reply. "Harry brought him up to our dorm last night. I heard them all night!" He complained softly. She only grinned. "Well at least you got him out before anyone else woke up." "Yes, we did, but how did you two know?" Harry's eyes were wide with wonder. "Simple." Hermione began when Ron cut her off. "We followed you to the Defense room one night and over-heard you two together." He grinned. Harry wasn't quite as pleased, but at least his friends didn't want to disown him over this. Wizards, he knew, were as homophobic as muggles, and he didn't want to lose his friend or his lover.
Disclaimer: Alright, we have some new things in this chapter. We all know what I don't own out of the old things, but I would just like to make a short note about the songs/song lyrics that don't own and that are in this chapter. There are song lyrics from songs in this chapter. I do not own these songs neither do I own the lyrics in anyway shape or form. The songs are: Part of "Bother" by Corey Taylor Part of "Forsaken" by Divinity Destroyed "Hurt" by Nine-Inch Nails, but I used the remake by Johnny Cash Mention of "Shivers" by Nick Cave. Mention of multiple wonderful artists. Go get their music I also don't own the book "Interview with a Vampire" Anne Rice does. Thank you.
The moon was just one night till full. Remus sat forlornly upon the window seat, watching it rise above the Forbidden Forest's treetops. It was late for the moon to be this low. The werewolf was humming, and began to mutter the words to the song. "I never head a voice to protect, so you fed me shit to digest. I wish I had a reason; my flaws are open season. For this I gave up trying; one good turn deserves my dying." "Why are you singing that, Remus?" "I don't know, but I heard it when I went to London today for the supplies." Remus motioned, without turning, to the cauldron Severus was making the Wolf's Bane Potion in. "It is called Bother by Corey Taylor. I liked the lyrics." "It reminds me of a muggle song I heard once. It was called Hurt I think." Just then music began to drift through the closed door to Severus' daughter's room. Dumbledore had allowed her to use her electronic machines. "Andrea, turn that down!" yelled Snape as he measured out rose hips for the potion. "My name is Talon! NOT Andrea!" Came the disrespectful shout accompanied by the music being turned up several more notches. "She calls herself by a man's name and will deafen herself with that music." Scowled Severus as the song ended. Remus just smiled at his lover and turned back to the moon. Suddenly he heard the distinct tinkling of glass shattering. "This is it!" "This is what, Severus?" "That song! And- Talon! Turn this up please!" No answer came, but the lyrics became clearer through the wall and the song started over. "That girl really is going to go deaf at this rate." Muttered the werewolf as the music came to his ears. It was an older man singing; Johnny Cash, as he would later learn. "I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain; the only thing that's read. The needle tears a hole; the old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything. What have I become, my sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will lay you down. I will make you hurt. I wear this crown of thorns upon my lair's chair, full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time, the feeling disappear. You are someone else, and I am still right here. What have I become, my sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way." The two men found themselves lost in the meaningful guitar and deep sorrows of the man's voice. As the song faded to silence, Remus sighed remembering his own sorrowful life, and Severus knelt down to clean up the broken jar of thistles and hid his tears. "Here let me help you, Severus." The werewolf started to get down from the window. "No, I can get it. You must remember that I enjoy making potions, and cleaning up is part of potion making." The music was nearly inaudible now; Talon had turned it back down. Remus sighed again and got comfortable on the window seat again. Walking into Talon's room was like walking into a muggle city. A CD player sat on her dresser with a mirror and her black, red, blue, and purple make- up. A TV with various video game and video systems sat beside the high window on a shelved stand. A computer with books piled on either side were thrown about the cluttered desk. Posters and drawing plastered the black walls. A thick bed was shoved to one side of the room near the closet. Talon herself sat on the floor surrounded by various CDs. More CDs and even some DVDs and videocassettes were stacked on her bookcase amid the vast reservoir of novels on vampires, werewolves, and other such seemingly sinister subjects. Talon was writing down song numbers from CDs by Nick Cave, Voltaire, Vast, Johnny Cash, The Bauhaus, and multiple burnt CDs. "These should make an interesting CD." She mused when she had twenty songs, most of them by Nick Cave, on the list. A match flared as she let a stick of incense and started burning a new CD. She pulled a thick book, Interview with a Vampire, from the shelf. Lying down on her bed, book in hand, Talon let the computer beep away merrily as Shivers by Nick Cave danced quietly from the CD player. A thin line of Jasmine smoke swirled upon itself as it floated out the two inch opening of the window, but the smoke was quickly washed away by the droning rain. Draco sat on Harry's bed. Harry had got him up here with the invisibility cloak several hours ago. Everyone had already been asleep and still were, but now Harry had joined the other Gryffindors. Draco looked lovingly at the slumbering visage. The rumpled black hair fell slightly into his face. The soft eyelids closed the vibrant green openings to his soul. Long, curved eyelashes brushed the blushed-red cheeks, and the full lips were parted ever so slightly. Draco sighed a long breath of contentment. He was never as happy as he was when with the green eyed Gryffindor. He got up and wrapped a thin robe around him. The window was a bit frosted near the bottom. Draco half sat on the sill and looked out over the Hogwarts grounds. Warm, yellow light illuminated the ground in a halo around Hagrid's hut. Does that giant ever sleep? Pondered the blonde Slytherin in very slight amazement. Draco's eyes flowed over the lake. He watched as the early winter winds rippled the surface. Even the giant squid is sleeping. I probably should be too. Double Defense tomorrow, but I can't. He sighed, this time with a soft lining of sadness coating the breath. He looked through a shimmering of tears at the silver scene below him. He began to mutter words beneath his breath. "Lost and staring at the ground I realize: 'I am nothing.' Tears are streaming down my face and seeping deep into my wounds. I am beaten. I am battered. Dripping blood, my wings are tattered. Broken, I fall to my knees and cry to the sky, 'Heaven, take me home!'" A single tear rolled down his pale cheek. "Draco," Came a sleepy, but loved voice. "What are you doing sitting at the window with such a thin robe on? You're going to get sick, and I refuse to be blamed if you do." Malfoy smiled. "I am coming, Harry." He whispered quietly, looking up at the nearly full moon. We won't be seeing Lupin tomorrow. He thought, recalling that tomorrow was indeed the full moon. The Slytherin boy stood up and walked back over to Harry's four-poster bed. Potter held out his hands to him, and Draco sank onto the bed. The two snuggled close together, and both fell asleep. As cold dawn glowed in the sky, Ron woke them. "Harry, you have to get.him out of here before the others wake up." Harry blinked stupid up at his friend several times before comprehending. Blushing slightly from having Ron's eyes on him, he woke his lover gently, quietly. "Draco, get up. It is morning." Malfoy yawned, but got up and dressed quickly. Together Ron and Harry got the Slytherin out of the Gryffindor dormitory and common room before anyone was awake. Harry and Draco kissed only once before the blonde boy returned to his common room to change. As the two friends reentered the common room, Hermione came down from the girl's dorm. "What was that about?" She inquired. Ron answered before Harry had time to draw a breath for his own reply. "Harry brought him up to our dorm last night. I heard them all night!" He complained softly. She only grinned. "Well at least you got him out before anyone else woke up." "Yes, we did, but how did you two know?" Harry's eyes were wide with wonder. "Simple." Hermione began when Ron cut her off. "We followed you to the Defense room one night and over-heard you two together." He grinned. Harry wasn't quite as pleased, but at least his friends didn't want to disown him over this. Wizards, he knew, were as homophobic as muggles, and he didn't want to lose his friend or his lover.
