Chapter Fifteen: Music in the Night
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter anything. I don't own Dragon
Lance anything. I don't own the song Night Crawler. I don't own
Mozart. I don't own anything else in here with the exception of the
dissembled plot.
This is my private sanctuary. No one, but me, knows I come here when I need to think or be alone. No one knows that I listen to Muggle music in here. No one knows that I sing Muggle music in here. No one knows I play the piano in here. No one knows me. I want him to. I want him to know me like no one else does or will. Draco sat in the old abandoned music room at the top of the center tower of the school. Draco was sure of his privacy in this room. It was sound prove all around. No one would hear him. Somehow his Muggle cd player worked up here. He figured Dumbledore knew he came here when he needed to be alone with himself. Dumbledore probably lifted the no-electrical-Muggle-machines spell on this room for him. Draco always felt special in this room. He sighed contently. Harry was at Quidditch practice, leaving Draco alone with his thoughts and his music. He turned the small boom box he had been able to buy and sneak into school without his father knowing up several notches, letting the music gather his soul. Judas Priest played their song "Night Crawler" out from the speakers. "Howling winds keep screaming round / And the rain comes pouring down / Doors are locked and bolted now / As the thing crawls into town / Straight out of hell / One of a kind / Stalking his victim / Don't look behind you / Nightcrawler / Beware the beast in black / Nightcrawler / You know he's coming back / Night Crawler / Sanctuary is being sought / Whispered prayers a last resort / Homing in its' cry distorts / Terror struck they know they're caught / Straight out of hell / One of a kind / Stalking his victim / Don't look behind you / Nightcrawler / Beware the beast in black / Nightcrawler / You know he's coming back / Night Crawler / As night is falling / The end is drawing near / They'll hear / Their last rites echo on the wind / Huddled in the cellar / Fear caught in their eyes / Daring not to move or breathe / As the creature cries / Fingernails start scratching / On the outside wall / Clawing at the windows / "Come to me" it calls / Atmosphere's electric / As it now descend the stairs / Hiding in the darkness / Is so futile from its glare / Death comes in an instant / As they hoped it would / Souls ascend to heaven / While it feasts on flesh and blood / Straight out of hell / One of a kind / Stalking his victim / Don't look behind you / Nightcrawler / Beware the beast in black / Nightcrawler / You know he's coming back / Night Crawler........X2 / He's gonna get you / Beware the beast / Beware the beast / Night Crawler / Beware the beast / Beware the beast / He's gonna get to you." The music came to a subtle end just as a soft knock echoed from the magical door which let sound in but not out. Draco sighed deeply as he stood from his chair and turned down the music. Harry had just finished practice and promised to meet him here afterwards. As he walked to the door, he heard the knock again, accompanied by the shuffling of muddy feet and the drip of water. It must be raining out. I never noticed. The blonde boy thought as he reached the door and unlatched it. Slowly he turned the doorknob and pulled open the door. Harry stood in the hall, black hair dripping. He was still wearing his Quidditch robes, and it had been raining. A huge puddle lay on the floor about him and grew wider by the minute. Draco smiled a touch of his old demeanor returning. "What was so pressing that you couldn't get changed first, Harry?" He asked. Harry started and whipped his head up to stare at his lover. In the process, he got the front of Draco's robes very wet. He smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Draco. I really didn't think anyone was in this room. It has been abandoned so long, and I couldn't hear anything when I listened." Draco smiled more warmly this time and dried his robes with his wand. "It is alright, Harry. Really this old music room has been abandoned a very long time indeed. I found it half way through second year, and it has been inexhaustibly useful when I wanted to be alone." "I can tell. Music room? So then it is sound proof?" Harry looked past Draco with a peculiar look in his eye. The Slytherin caught the look and led Harry into the room. "Yes, it is sound proof." Again he shut and latched the door. No one, besides perhaps Headmaster Dumbledore, would find them tonight. The music still played, quietly now. Harry looked about him for the source of the music, which sounded so familiar. When he saw the small boom box, he fixed his eyes suspiciously on Draco. "Ok, who are you and what have you done with my Draco Malfoy?" He demanded. "Your Draco Malfoy?" The blonde boy drawled, highly amused and strangely aroused by this pronouncement. Harry looked taken aback only a brief moment before nodding curtly. Draco laughed shortly, abruptly. "I haven't done anything with your Draco Malfoy. He stands before you still. If you do not believe it, then take this as your proof." With that Draco kissed the Boy-Who-Lived will all his deep- rooted passion and lust mingled love. Harry smiled as he pulled away finally. "Alright, alright. You're my Draco, but still." He paused and glanced again at the Muggle boom box. "That isn't like you. You hate Muggles and everything to do with them." "No, I hate almost everything to do with them. Certain types of their music on the other hand, I love." He walked past his dripping lover, and sat on the piano bench. He stopped the cd he had been playing and began to play Mozart. Harry cast the same spell Draco had to dry himself, and found himself only half as wet as he had been. Taking off his sodden robes, he replaced them with some warm, dry ones he had brought; then he joined Draco on the piano bench. He lover was enthralled in the music, drifting in a sea of endless music. Harry marveled at the quick, nimble movements of Draco's long, thin fingers. The Slytherin's eyes were closed, but not squinted in concentration, merely shut to enhance the thrall. Harry found himself quickly becoming lost in the music as well, but he didn't know how to add to it with one of the other instruments. He had never learned. Or more, the Dursleys had never let him learn. The music needed something; it was lacking in someway. Perhaps it was a solo when it should be a duet. Yes, that is it. Harry thought triumphantly. He had always been told how beautiful his singing voice was, so he opened his mouth and sang. He didn't have words to couple to the music, so he let his voice just mingle with the music. After, neither knew how long, the song ended. Harry's voice had blended so well with Draco's piano playing. Each anchored the other when it was too high and lifted when it was too low. Draco opened his eyes at last and looked deep into Harry's. Harry smiled proudly, if a little sheepishly. "You have a wonderful voice." The blonde boy whispered. "Thank you." Harry leant forward, such a little distance, and planted a soft kiss upon his lover's lips. Talon sat at her computer, one of her last links to the outside world. She could only leave the castle to go to London. Fortunately, London had plenty of Goth stores and several very good clubs. She had in fact just returned from one such trip and now sat writing the details away on the computer for any whom wished to read. Several very good looking Goths had made passes at her to her amusement and enjoyment, but none were from around the Hogwarts castle. Pressing enter to upload the page, she lay on her bed, book in hand. She lay in the relatively brightly-lit darkness and reached up to turn on her cd player. Then lost in one of the thicker volumes from her shelves, she let the music drift about the room and out from under the door. It seemed someone heard it because there was a pause outside her door of footsteps that had at first been content to simply pass her room by. Talon never seemed to notice; never looked up from the thick book. "Hello, is someone in there?" questioned the owner of the paused footsteps. "Of course I am." She muttered absent-mindedly, still lost in her book. "May I come in?" "I don't think so as I don't even know who you are." She finally looked up from the book long enough to scowl at the door, or more through it at the person, before returning again to her book. "Talon, you do know me, in a way. I am Sirrius, Remus' friend and Krista's brother." Talon sneered. What can he possibly want with me? She wondered setting down her book and opening the door. "Well what do you want?" She variably snarled. "Just to speak with you for a moment, no longer." "Come in then." She muttered, non-too-graciously. Sirrius sat in a chair she had set in the corner for her computer. She just returned, albeit in a sitting position, to her bed. "How has your stay so far been here?" "Dull and boring." She muttered through clenched teeth. "It can be, when one doesn't try to enjoy the fruits of a wizarding school. Dumbledore asked me to teach you some of the finery of magic, if you are willing to learn." Talon mulled the thought over in her head a moment. "Well it sure beats doing nothing all bloody day. Alright, you can teach me some magic, but be warned, my magic may not be well controlled, but my aim is rather good when it needs to be." The threat hung in her voice and the air between them like a whispered promise. "I understand. We shall start tomorrow, if that suits you?" "It does." "Then I shall leave you to your rest." With that Sirrius was gone, and Talon lay again upon her bed. This time she thought about learning magic with the ex-convict.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter anything. I don't own Dragon
Lance anything. I don't own the song Night Crawler. I don't own
Mozart. I don't own anything else in here with the exception of the
dissembled plot.
This is my private sanctuary. No one, but me, knows I come here when I need to think or be alone. No one knows that I listen to Muggle music in here. No one knows that I sing Muggle music in here. No one knows I play the piano in here. No one knows me. I want him to. I want him to know me like no one else does or will. Draco sat in the old abandoned music room at the top of the center tower of the school. Draco was sure of his privacy in this room. It was sound prove all around. No one would hear him. Somehow his Muggle cd player worked up here. He figured Dumbledore knew he came here when he needed to be alone with himself. Dumbledore probably lifted the no-electrical-Muggle-machines spell on this room for him. Draco always felt special in this room. He sighed contently. Harry was at Quidditch practice, leaving Draco alone with his thoughts and his music. He turned the small boom box he had been able to buy and sneak into school without his father knowing up several notches, letting the music gather his soul. Judas Priest played their song "Night Crawler" out from the speakers. "Howling winds keep screaming round / And the rain comes pouring down / Doors are locked and bolted now / As the thing crawls into town / Straight out of hell / One of a kind / Stalking his victim / Don't look behind you / Nightcrawler / Beware the beast in black / Nightcrawler / You know he's coming back / Night Crawler / Sanctuary is being sought / Whispered prayers a last resort / Homing in its' cry distorts / Terror struck they know they're caught / Straight out of hell / One of a kind / Stalking his victim / Don't look behind you / Nightcrawler / Beware the beast in black / Nightcrawler / You know he's coming back / Night Crawler / As night is falling / The end is drawing near / They'll hear / Their last rites echo on the wind / Huddled in the cellar / Fear caught in their eyes / Daring not to move or breathe / As the creature cries / Fingernails start scratching / On the outside wall / Clawing at the windows / "Come to me" it calls / Atmosphere's electric / As it now descend the stairs / Hiding in the darkness / Is so futile from its glare / Death comes in an instant / As they hoped it would / Souls ascend to heaven / While it feasts on flesh and blood / Straight out of hell / One of a kind / Stalking his victim / Don't look behind you / Nightcrawler / Beware the beast in black / Nightcrawler / You know he's coming back / Night Crawler........X2 / He's gonna get you / Beware the beast / Beware the beast / Night Crawler / Beware the beast / Beware the beast / He's gonna get to you." The music came to a subtle end just as a soft knock echoed from the magical door which let sound in but not out. Draco sighed deeply as he stood from his chair and turned down the music. Harry had just finished practice and promised to meet him here afterwards. As he walked to the door, he heard the knock again, accompanied by the shuffling of muddy feet and the drip of water. It must be raining out. I never noticed. The blonde boy thought as he reached the door and unlatched it. Slowly he turned the doorknob and pulled open the door. Harry stood in the hall, black hair dripping. He was still wearing his Quidditch robes, and it had been raining. A huge puddle lay on the floor about him and grew wider by the minute. Draco smiled a touch of his old demeanor returning. "What was so pressing that you couldn't get changed first, Harry?" He asked. Harry started and whipped his head up to stare at his lover. In the process, he got the front of Draco's robes very wet. He smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Draco. I really didn't think anyone was in this room. It has been abandoned so long, and I couldn't hear anything when I listened." Draco smiled more warmly this time and dried his robes with his wand. "It is alright, Harry. Really this old music room has been abandoned a very long time indeed. I found it half way through second year, and it has been inexhaustibly useful when I wanted to be alone." "I can tell. Music room? So then it is sound proof?" Harry looked past Draco with a peculiar look in his eye. The Slytherin caught the look and led Harry into the room. "Yes, it is sound proof." Again he shut and latched the door. No one, besides perhaps Headmaster Dumbledore, would find them tonight. The music still played, quietly now. Harry looked about him for the source of the music, which sounded so familiar. When he saw the small boom box, he fixed his eyes suspiciously on Draco. "Ok, who are you and what have you done with my Draco Malfoy?" He demanded. "Your Draco Malfoy?" The blonde boy drawled, highly amused and strangely aroused by this pronouncement. Harry looked taken aback only a brief moment before nodding curtly. Draco laughed shortly, abruptly. "I haven't done anything with your Draco Malfoy. He stands before you still. If you do not believe it, then take this as your proof." With that Draco kissed the Boy-Who-Lived will all his deep- rooted passion and lust mingled love. Harry smiled as he pulled away finally. "Alright, alright. You're my Draco, but still." He paused and glanced again at the Muggle boom box. "That isn't like you. You hate Muggles and everything to do with them." "No, I hate almost everything to do with them. Certain types of their music on the other hand, I love." He walked past his dripping lover, and sat on the piano bench. He stopped the cd he had been playing and began to play Mozart. Harry cast the same spell Draco had to dry himself, and found himself only half as wet as he had been. Taking off his sodden robes, he replaced them with some warm, dry ones he had brought; then he joined Draco on the piano bench. He lover was enthralled in the music, drifting in a sea of endless music. Harry marveled at the quick, nimble movements of Draco's long, thin fingers. The Slytherin's eyes were closed, but not squinted in concentration, merely shut to enhance the thrall. Harry found himself quickly becoming lost in the music as well, but he didn't know how to add to it with one of the other instruments. He had never learned. Or more, the Dursleys had never let him learn. The music needed something; it was lacking in someway. Perhaps it was a solo when it should be a duet. Yes, that is it. Harry thought triumphantly. He had always been told how beautiful his singing voice was, so he opened his mouth and sang. He didn't have words to couple to the music, so he let his voice just mingle with the music. After, neither knew how long, the song ended. Harry's voice had blended so well with Draco's piano playing. Each anchored the other when it was too high and lifted when it was too low. Draco opened his eyes at last and looked deep into Harry's. Harry smiled proudly, if a little sheepishly. "You have a wonderful voice." The blonde boy whispered. "Thank you." Harry leant forward, such a little distance, and planted a soft kiss upon his lover's lips. Talon sat at her computer, one of her last links to the outside world. She could only leave the castle to go to London. Fortunately, London had plenty of Goth stores and several very good clubs. She had in fact just returned from one such trip and now sat writing the details away on the computer for any whom wished to read. Several very good looking Goths had made passes at her to her amusement and enjoyment, but none were from around the Hogwarts castle. Pressing enter to upload the page, she lay on her bed, book in hand. She lay in the relatively brightly-lit darkness and reached up to turn on her cd player. Then lost in one of the thicker volumes from her shelves, she let the music drift about the room and out from under the door. It seemed someone heard it because there was a pause outside her door of footsteps that had at first been content to simply pass her room by. Talon never seemed to notice; never looked up from the thick book. "Hello, is someone in there?" questioned the owner of the paused footsteps. "Of course I am." She muttered absent-mindedly, still lost in her book. "May I come in?" "I don't think so as I don't even know who you are." She finally looked up from the book long enough to scowl at the door, or more through it at the person, before returning again to her book. "Talon, you do know me, in a way. I am Sirrius, Remus' friend and Krista's brother." Talon sneered. What can he possibly want with me? She wondered setting down her book and opening the door. "Well what do you want?" She variably snarled. "Just to speak with you for a moment, no longer." "Come in then." She muttered, non-too-graciously. Sirrius sat in a chair she had set in the corner for her computer. She just returned, albeit in a sitting position, to her bed. "How has your stay so far been here?" "Dull and boring." She muttered through clenched teeth. "It can be, when one doesn't try to enjoy the fruits of a wizarding school. Dumbledore asked me to teach you some of the finery of magic, if you are willing to learn." Talon mulled the thought over in her head a moment. "Well it sure beats doing nothing all bloody day. Alright, you can teach me some magic, but be warned, my magic may not be well controlled, but my aim is rather good when it needs to be." The threat hung in her voice and the air between them like a whispered promise. "I understand. We shall start tomorrow, if that suits you?" "It does." "Then I shall leave you to your rest." With that Sirrius was gone, and Talon lay again upon her bed. This time she thought about learning magic with the ex-convict.
