Hello everyone! Ready for another Istalksiriusonweekends special?! Well too bad cause you're getting it anyway! I hope that you like this! I think that it is a pretty original plot…Well, the beginning part I got from PhoenixMage's story "Music" Go! Read it now! After you read this of course!

Summary: Harry has been acting strange all year. He occasionally disappears for three days or so about once a month…sometimes twice. Will Snape's potions class finally come in handy and give them a clue?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Except for the plot. Well, actually part of the plot belongs to PhoenixMage. I own a Kenny Chesney CD…actually…No, I don't…. I borrowed that from the library. Oh well!

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Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley sat at the Gryffindor table, heads huddled together, occasionally looking at the doors as if looking for something…or someone.

"I don't know, Ron! I'm starting to worry. I mean he keeps disappearing and seems unusually happy when he comes back! It's not normal!" Hermione whispered to Ron.

"I know, but what can we do? He's not talking!" Ron whispered back. They quickly separated and tried to act natural as harry walked in.

"It's cold isn't it?" Harry said, shivering as he sat down at the table. It was February 23, and icy cold out.

"Uh…yeah" Said Ron. He smiled at his friends much too late. Harry gave them queer looks but said nothing as they ate.

"Come on, we're going to be late for potion" Hermione said as the food vanished. Ron groaned and Harry laughed as Hermione smacked him upside the head.

As Ron and Hermione continued to bicker Harry chose to walk behind them and began to talk to Neville.

"You know, I think that those two will make a great couple" Neville observed.

"Well, yeah. You know, once they get past the 'I hate you' 'I hate you more' stage" Harry joked. He and Neville laughed a bit but then turned back to more serious topics until they reached the potions classroom. Harry took his place next to Ron and Hermione, who again gave him odd looks which he returned.

"What?" He asked. Ron and Hermione were about to ask questions about everything that they had been wondering but Snape walked in.

"Today we will be working on a mild control potion. After taking the potion the person can be controlled by anyone for about ten minutes or so. There will be a demonstration at the end of class. The instructions are on the board. Begin!" Snape demanded. Harry groaned.

"What is it Harry? The potion's not that hard!" Hermione exclaimed while slicing her beetle eyes.

"I know but he said that there will be a demonstration and I know that I am going to be the demonstration! He's going to use the control potion on me and make me do something stupid!" Harry whispered, trying not to rip the skin of the newt.

And he was right. As the class came to a close Snape stood in the front of the room

"Potter!" He barked. Harry swore lightly under his breath but looked up, knowing what was to happen

"Yes professor?" Harry asked.

"Get up here." Snape ordered him.

"Told you" He muttered to Ron and Hermione who gave him sympathetic looks.

"Take this. Class you are about to see a demonstration of the control potion" Snape announced. Harry sighed, then downed the potion in one gulp.

"Now" Snape addressed the class", Erm…Mr. Malfoy, what should Potter do?" The Gryffindor's winced inwardly.

Malfoy pondered for a moment before answering "I think that we should have him sing a little song for us!" He said, smirking.

"Which song?" Harry asked, not being able to control himself.

"Whichever one that comes to mind" He said. Hermione immediately felt pity for Harry; he had never been much for singing. Harry opened his mouth and out flew a silky tenor voice, much different than his normal speaking voice.

"Oftentimes I dream of music.

Of the river that freely flows.

And it sings a song sweeter than honey,

One everybody knows.

Late at night, I hear it singing.

Then again when I wake at dawn.

And it fills me up with hope and goodwill,

The will to go on,

Go on

There is a river in Judea

That I heard of long ago.

And it's a singing, ringing river

That my soul cries out

To know

I believe it keeps on trav'lin'

But it rests on the Sabbath day.

And the time when it pauses in stillness

I almost hear it pray.

When I'm weary and downhearted,

How I long for the song it sings,

For the calm within its gentle blue,

The peace that it brings, it brings.

There is a river in Judea

That I heard of long ago.

And it's a singing, ringing river

That my soul cries out

To know.

May the time not be too distant

When we meet by the river shore.

'Til then dream of that wonderful day

As we sing once more, once more:

There is a river in Judea

That I heard of long ago

It's a singing, ringing river

That my soul cries out (my soul cries out)

To the river in Judea

Hallelujah!!" He finished, leaving the class in a stunned silence. Even Snape was inches from going slack jawed. He recovered quickly.

"Well…there are about five more minutes left with the potion. What shall he do next?" Snape asked the class.

"Sing another song!" Shouted a voice. No one was quite sure who it was but no one cared. They all even the Slytheriens, wanted to hear Harry sing again.

"What shall I sing?" He asked, again unable to control himself.

"Sing your favorite song!" A voice called out. Harry was pretty sure it was Dean but couldn't control himself and again opened his mouth to sing.

"The moment was custom-made to order:
I was ridin' with my daughter on our way back from Monroe.
An' like children do, she started playin' twenty questions,
But I never could've guessed one would touch me to my soul.

She said: "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?
"Are we goin' there to visit, or are we goin' there to stay?
"Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings?
"An' do you think that God could use another Angel,
"To help pour out the rain?"

Well, I won't lie: I pulled that car right over,
An' I sat there on the shoulder tryin' to dry my misty eyes.
An' I whispered: "Lord, I wanna thank you for my children.
"'Cause your innocence that fills them often takes me by surprise."

Like: "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?
"Are we goin' there to visit, or are we goin' there to stay?
"Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings?
"An' do you think that God could use another Angel,
"To help pour out the rain?"

Well, I thought about it later on,
An' a smile came to my face.
An' when I tucked her in to bed,
I got down on my knees an' prayed.

Lord, when I get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?
"I don't wanna come to visit 'cause I'm comin' home to stay?
"An' I can't wait to see my family and meet Jesus face to face.
"An' do you think, Lord, you could use just one more Angel,
"To help pour out the rain?"

Mmmm, can I help pour out the rain?" Harry ended the song just as the spell wore off. He shook

his head and peered out at the class. He quickly ran back to his seat and leaned over to whisper to Hermione.

"What did I do?" Harry whispered quickly.

"You-you sang. It was beautiful…"Hermione whispered. She seemed a bit pale and was shaking a bit. Harry paled too.

"Hermione, what did I sing?" He asked her.

"Erm…I don't know. It was two songs…one was about this river…it sang? I dunno. The other one was something about God and a child asking questions…" Hermione answered.

"About the Milky Way and Pouring the Rain and A river in Judea?" Harry asked urgently. Hermione nodded. Harry swore and packed his bag and ran out of the room. No one tried to stop him.

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Hmm…What secret is Harry hiding? This story will only have one more chapter…Maybe two if I don't feel like writing. Review!