The Longing

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Opening Comments:  Hello all my faithful readers. Sorry this one took so long. I went skiing last weekend and wasn't able to write. Well, here it is; the next chapter.

Chapter 4: The Unknown Talent Mixed with Internal Pain

                        When they reached Grimmauld Place, Harry noticed many changes. Mrs. Black's picture had finally been removed, but not without leaving a huge burn mark where her portrait had once been. All the other portraits in the hall were also gone, and with less marks. The elf heads on the stairwell were almost gone. Harry noticed that Kreacher's head was among them now. He couldn't say that he was sad to see the little git go.

                        All too suddenly, though, Harry remembered whose house this had been, and he felt himself on the verge of crying. Remus must have seen what was going on because he gently towed Harry upstairs and into a bedroom.

                        "Harry, it's okay to cry. Um…this is your room, now. S-Sirius wanted you to have it. I'm here if you want to talk."

                        Without another word, Remus left, and Harry was by himself. He looked sadly around the room that he knew had once been his godfather's. As he looked around the room, Harry saw a guitar in the corner. It was by an amplifier, but one that worked by magic.

                        Harry sighed. He knew he couldn't use magic. Of course, he didn't even know how to play the guitar, but he thought he would try. He picked it up and put the strap over his shoulder. It felt so right for him. It was like a long lost friend being found or something. He hadn't even realized he was playing until he heard the music getting louder, and himself singing:

When this began

I had nothing to say

And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me

I was confused

And I let it all out to find

That I'm not the only person with these things in mind

Inside of me

But all the vacancy the words revealed

Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel

Nothing to lose

Just stuck

Hollow and alone

And the fault is my own

And the fault is my own

I want to heal

I want to feel

What I thought was never real

I want to let go of the pain I've felt so long

[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]

I want to heal

I want to feel

Like I'm close to something real

I was to find something I've wanted all along

Somewhere I belong

And I've got nothing to say

I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face

I was confused

Looking everywhere

Only to find

That it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind

So what I am?

What do I have but negativity?

Cause I can't justify the way everyone is looking at me

Nothing to lose

Nothing to gain

Hollow and alone

And the fault is my own

And the fault is my own

I want to heal

I want to feel

What I thought was never real

I want to let go of the pain I've felt so long

[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]

I want to heal

I want to feel

Like I'm close to something real

I want to find something

I've wanted all along

Somewhere I belong

I will never know

Myself until I do this on my own

And I will never feel

Anything else until my wounds are healed

I will never be

Anything 'til I break away from me

And I will break away

I'll find my self today

I want to heal

I want to feel

Like I'm somewhere I belong

(Lyrics By: Linkin Park

                        And when he was finished, he set that beautiful guitar back on its stand and collapsed where he was at.

Closing Comments: Well, there you have it, another chapter. Sorry if this one is a little shorter, but I really wanted to add that song somehow. Please review, and try not to be too mean…LOL. Well, thanks for reading, and I will have another chapter up for you shortly.