Streets of Philadelphia
A/N: Ok, I'm gonna try again to write a fic. That includes music. I know I know, they all suck so far, but I really wanna try and write one that is really good. Songfics. Are basically the reason that I started writing at all, to be very honest. So I started out with poems, then unfinished stories, now this. Please give it a chance, that's all I'm asking.
Summary: Draco and Harry are now cast-outs from Hogwarts. After so many arguments and Duels, Dumbledore thought it would be a lesson to all if they were to be sent to a deserted place, where they could duel as much as they wanted, until one or the other would fall.
Disclaimer: none of the H.P. cast belongs to me, neither does the song. I'm borrowing it from Bruce Springsteen.
-I was bruised and battered, couldn't tell what I felt
-I was unrecognizable to myself
It hurt. Harry's soul and body ached with pain and anger. How dare they think this a joke? Draco had seen the honesty in his eyes, had admitted that to himself so many times. But yet they were still fighting about it, about the truth. Bloody hell, he thought. Just as good that their both in pain. Never had he felt this way before. What was wrong with him?
-I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know it was my own face
-Oh brother are you gonna leave my wasting away
This battle had been their 16th duel that month, Draco counted off. How much longer would they have to go on like this? Passing by a slightly shattered window, Draco saw what had become of him. His face bruised, bloody in some places. All of his muscles screamed for relaxation. He smiled grimly to himself. This had all started because of three silly little words, that weren't meant for others to hear. But they hadn't been silly to him.
-I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone
-I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
Harry needed a place to rest fast. Wonder how Dracos's doing? The bloody bastard. . . How long had he been walking? Harry had left his watch in the School. He thought he heard Hermione and Ron calling his name from a distance. He looked around hopefully, wishing that they did want him back home. But as he turned, he only saw the fading light of the setting sun, bloodred, like a bleeding, wounded heart.
-At night I could hear the blood in my veins
-Black and whispering as the rain
-On the streets of Philadelphia
Draco huddled under a tree with thick branches, the only shelter he had found with a roof. Damn Potter, he swore, why do I ache for you like this? He heard the blood rushing through his ears, silently, the rain began to fall. But his eyes were wet as well Not knowing if it was the raindrops or his own tears running down his face. He only knew that the thoughts left of him would help him survive this night. But the vision in front of his eyes looked so real, that . . .
-Ain't no angel gonna greet me
-It's just you and I my friend
-My clothes don't fit me no more
-I walked a thousand miles
-Just to slip this skin
As the rain began to fall, Harry could feel it soaking through his clothes, to his skin, making him feel more clammy and weak than before. Why did it have to rain tonight? Draco, Harry whispered as the worlds started spinning, please be safe. Darkness rushed over him quickly, under the stormy sky that let little droplets loose all over. Harry was falling, falling until a hand held him fast. This warmth, he remembered as someone held him close, I know this warmth. Then he fell asleep.
-The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake
-I can feel myself fading away
'Harry!' Draco yelled as the boy started moving next to him. 'Harry, are you alright?' Harry looked around him with a slightly drowsy expression before the darkness took him over again. 'Where am I?' he asked. 'And where are my clothes?' he felt a slight blush creeping towards his cheeks. Draco smiled mischievously, though also a bit ashamed. 'I had to let them dry,' he explained. 'You understand.' Harry nodded, but his head felt like it would explode. 'Harry!'
'I think I'm going to die. . . agh!'
'Harry, please, don't leave me!'
-So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
-Or will we leave each other alone like this
-On the streets of Philadelphia
Draco couldn't afford to let Harry go. He wouldn't let Harry go. 'Harry, please! I love you!'
Harry tried reaching out to touch the other boys' face, but it hurt him to even try and move, causing the darkness to come quicker, no matter what struggles he pushed against it.
'Harry!' Draco had tears in his eyes now. Bending over the pale boy, Draco kissed Harry fiercely on the lips, hoping to get hold of Harry before he left him. No reaction.
'Harry, don't leave me alone!'
Harry put his last efforts into putting a comforting smile on his face, just as his life's light faded away.
-Ain't no angel gonna greet me
-It's just you and I my friend
-My clothes don't fit me no more
-I walked a thousand miles
-Just to slip this skin
'HARRY!' Draco called out to the night.
'please forgive me,' Harry thought. 'I've always wanted to tell you that I love you as well.' This is how far they came, just for Harry to slip this skin. . .
A death-report for Harry was issued.
Date: August 6th, 2003
Place: Streets of Philadelphia
A/N: Ok, I'm gonna try again to write a fic. That includes music. I know I know, they all suck so far, but I really wanna try and write one that is really good. Songfics. Are basically the reason that I started writing at all, to be very honest. So I started out with poems, then unfinished stories, now this. Please give it a chance, that's all I'm asking.
Summary: Draco and Harry are now cast-outs from Hogwarts. After so many arguments and Duels, Dumbledore thought it would be a lesson to all if they were to be sent to a deserted place, where they could duel as much as they wanted, until one or the other would fall.
Disclaimer: none of the H.P. cast belongs to me, neither does the song. I'm borrowing it from Bruce Springsteen.
-I was bruised and battered, couldn't tell what I felt
-I was unrecognizable to myself
It hurt. Harry's soul and body ached with pain and anger. How dare they think this a joke? Draco had seen the honesty in his eyes, had admitted that to himself so many times. But yet they were still fighting about it, about the truth. Bloody hell, he thought. Just as good that their both in pain. Never had he felt this way before. What was wrong with him?
-I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know it was my own face
-Oh brother are you gonna leave my wasting away
This battle had been their 16th duel that month, Draco counted off. How much longer would they have to go on like this? Passing by a slightly shattered window, Draco saw what had become of him. His face bruised, bloody in some places. All of his muscles screamed for relaxation. He smiled grimly to himself. This had all started because of three silly little words, that weren't meant for others to hear. But they hadn't been silly to him.
-I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone
-I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
Harry needed a place to rest fast. Wonder how Dracos's doing? The bloody bastard. . . How long had he been walking? Harry had left his watch in the School. He thought he heard Hermione and Ron calling his name from a distance. He looked around hopefully, wishing that they did want him back home. But as he turned, he only saw the fading light of the setting sun, bloodred, like a bleeding, wounded heart.
-At night I could hear the blood in my veins
-Black and whispering as the rain
-On the streets of Philadelphia
Draco huddled under a tree with thick branches, the only shelter he had found with a roof. Damn Potter, he swore, why do I ache for you like this? He heard the blood rushing through his ears, silently, the rain began to fall. But his eyes were wet as well Not knowing if it was the raindrops or his own tears running down his face. He only knew that the thoughts left of him would help him survive this night. But the vision in front of his eyes looked so real, that . . .
-Ain't no angel gonna greet me
-It's just you and I my friend
-My clothes don't fit me no more
-I walked a thousand miles
-Just to slip this skin
As the rain began to fall, Harry could feel it soaking through his clothes, to his skin, making him feel more clammy and weak than before. Why did it have to rain tonight? Draco, Harry whispered as the worlds started spinning, please be safe. Darkness rushed over him quickly, under the stormy sky that let little droplets loose all over. Harry was falling, falling until a hand held him fast. This warmth, he remembered as someone held him close, I know this warmth. Then he fell asleep.
-The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake
-I can feel myself fading away
'Harry!' Draco yelled as the boy started moving next to him. 'Harry, are you alright?' Harry looked around him with a slightly drowsy expression before the darkness took him over again. 'Where am I?' he asked. 'And where are my clothes?' he felt a slight blush creeping towards his cheeks. Draco smiled mischievously, though also a bit ashamed. 'I had to let them dry,' he explained. 'You understand.' Harry nodded, but his head felt like it would explode. 'Harry!'
'I think I'm going to die. . . agh!'
'Harry, please, don't leave me!'
-So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
-Or will we leave each other alone like this
-On the streets of Philadelphia
Draco couldn't afford to let Harry go. He wouldn't let Harry go. 'Harry, please! I love you!'
Harry tried reaching out to touch the other boys' face, but it hurt him to even try and move, causing the darkness to come quicker, no matter what struggles he pushed against it.
'Harry!' Draco had tears in his eyes now. Bending over the pale boy, Draco kissed Harry fiercely on the lips, hoping to get hold of Harry before he left him. No reaction.
'Harry, don't leave me alone!'
Harry put his last efforts into putting a comforting smile on his face, just as his life's light faded away.
-Ain't no angel gonna greet me
-It's just you and I my friend
-My clothes don't fit me no more
-I walked a thousand miles
-Just to slip this skin
'HARRY!' Draco called out to the night.
'please forgive me,' Harry thought. 'I've always wanted to tell you that I love you as well.' This is how far they came, just for Harry to slip this skin. . .
A death-report for Harry was issued.
Date: August 6th, 2003
Place: Streets of Philadelphia