Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. Get over it. I'm just a poor deluded fan
who has no life and has decided to twist her lovely creations into doing
unspeakable things! *dies laughing* Oh yeah... I also don't own the song
either... don't know who sang it originally but here it is... can anyone
guess what it's the theme song to? ^_^ Anywho here's the story!
From last chapter: "Snape? Nice? You can use those two words in the same sentance? Wow," Ron said. And now... on with the story! *giggles*
Harry nodded. "Yeah... it was... odd to say the least." He shook his head, a little confused but not wanting to show it. He motioned to Ron and Hermoine. "C'mon, let's go to the Tower," he said quietly, taking off down the halls. Harry walked up to the Fat Lady and said the password then passed through the Common room and went up to his bed. He got the guitar that Hermoine had gotten him for his birthday and quickly tuned it. He carried it gingerly down into the common room and sat down in one of the comfy chairs. He looked around then quietly started to play and to sing. "Through early morning fog I see, Visions of the things to be, The pains that are withheld for me, I realize and I can see... That suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
He played the slow song, singing the words softly and with feeling.
I try to find a way to make, All our little joys relate, Without that ever- present hate, But now I know that it's too late, and... That suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
He lowered his head and studied his hand, watching as it struck the melancholy chords.
"The game of life is hard to play, I'm gonna lose it anyway. The losing card I'll someday lay, So this is all I have to say...That suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
"The only way to win is cheat, And lay it down before I'm beat, And to another give my seat, For that's the only painless feat...and suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
"The sword of time will pierce our skins. It doesn't hurt when it begins. But as it works its way on in, The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but... suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
He didn't notice that people were starting to crowd around him, staring raptly at him. Everyone was amazed, for most of them had never heard Harry sing before and those who had hadn't ever heard him sing anything so sad. He made the listeners feel the song.
"A brave man once requested me, to answer questions that are key. Is it to be or not to be? And I replied 'Oh why ask me?' 'Cause suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
He paused for a moment and then sang in a soft voice, "...And you can do the same thing if you choose."
Clapping startled him out of his daze. He'd not realized that everyone in the room was staring at him. He saw the looks in their eyes, the pure astonishment. Harry looked around and smiled. They'd liked his playing. He hadn't played for anyone but Ron and Hermoine so far, but the looks on everyone else's face was priceless. He blushed and retreated to his room. Ron and Hermoine followed silently.
"Harry, how did you get so good at playing? It's not been that long since I gave it to you!" Hermoine asked, amazed. Harry blushed again and smirked at her.
"Well... I discovered a memory charm that helped me remember where to place my hands and after that... well it was rather easy."
Hermoine nodded and sat down on his bed.
"Um, Hermoine?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yes Harry?" she replied.
"What day is it again?" he asked, afraid of the answer.
"It's Friday. Why?" she asked, curious.
"Shite! I'm gonna be late for the meeting!" He stood up and ran out of the room, not stopping to say goodbye or to explain himself. Hermoine looked to Ron and saw the same bewildered look on his face. He didn't know either. Damn. She looked at him and the corner of her mouth quirked up.
"Well... since we're alone..." she started, gazing into his eyes. She hoped he'd guess without her prompting him. They'd never done anything more than kiss but still... she hoped for more. He smiled into her eyes and slid his hands around her small waist. He brought his lips to hers, licking along the bottom lip, his tongue begging for admittance into her sweet mouth. She opened willingly and they dueled with their tongues.
A/N: Sorry but I couldn't fit everything I wanted to into this chappy... I'll update soon so you will be able to find out what happens! *grins*
From last chapter: "Snape? Nice? You can use those two words in the same sentance? Wow," Ron said. And now... on with the story! *giggles*
Harry nodded. "Yeah... it was... odd to say the least." He shook his head, a little confused but not wanting to show it. He motioned to Ron and Hermoine. "C'mon, let's go to the Tower," he said quietly, taking off down the halls. Harry walked up to the Fat Lady and said the password then passed through the Common room and went up to his bed. He got the guitar that Hermoine had gotten him for his birthday and quickly tuned it. He carried it gingerly down into the common room and sat down in one of the comfy chairs. He looked around then quietly started to play and to sing. "Through early morning fog I see, Visions of the things to be, The pains that are withheld for me, I realize and I can see... That suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
He played the slow song, singing the words softly and with feeling.
I try to find a way to make, All our little joys relate, Without that ever- present hate, But now I know that it's too late, and... That suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
He lowered his head and studied his hand, watching as it struck the melancholy chords.
"The game of life is hard to play, I'm gonna lose it anyway. The losing card I'll someday lay, So this is all I have to say...That suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
"The only way to win is cheat, And lay it down before I'm beat, And to another give my seat, For that's the only painless feat...and suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
"The sword of time will pierce our skins. It doesn't hurt when it begins. But as it works its way on in, The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but... suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
He didn't notice that people were starting to crowd around him, staring raptly at him. Everyone was amazed, for most of them had never heard Harry sing before and those who had hadn't ever heard him sing anything so sad. He made the listeners feel the song.
"A brave man once requested me, to answer questions that are key. Is it to be or not to be? And I replied 'Oh why ask me?' 'Cause suicide is painless. It brings on many changes. And I can take or leave it if I please."
He paused for a moment and then sang in a soft voice, "...And you can do the same thing if you choose."
Clapping startled him out of his daze. He'd not realized that everyone in the room was staring at him. He saw the looks in their eyes, the pure astonishment. Harry looked around and smiled. They'd liked his playing. He hadn't played for anyone but Ron and Hermoine so far, but the looks on everyone else's face was priceless. He blushed and retreated to his room. Ron and Hermoine followed silently.
"Harry, how did you get so good at playing? It's not been that long since I gave it to you!" Hermoine asked, amazed. Harry blushed again and smirked at her.
"Well... I discovered a memory charm that helped me remember where to place my hands and after that... well it was rather easy."
Hermoine nodded and sat down on his bed.
"Um, Hermoine?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yes Harry?" she replied.
"What day is it again?" he asked, afraid of the answer.
"It's Friday. Why?" she asked, curious.
"Shite! I'm gonna be late for the meeting!" He stood up and ran out of the room, not stopping to say goodbye or to explain himself. Hermoine looked to Ron and saw the same bewildered look on his face. He didn't know either. Damn. She looked at him and the corner of her mouth quirked up.
"Well... since we're alone..." she started, gazing into his eyes. She hoped he'd guess without her prompting him. They'd never done anything more than kiss but still... she hoped for more. He smiled into her eyes and slid his hands around her small waist. He brought his lips to hers, licking along the bottom lip, his tongue begging for admittance into her sweet mouth. She opened willingly and they dueled with their tongues.
A/N: Sorry but I couldn't fit everything I wanted to into this chappy... I'll update soon so you will be able to find out what happens! *grins*