Disclaimer: I own no characters seen in any Harry Potter book. However, I
do own Endyimon, and if you take him without permission, I will cap you in
the arse, or if I'm really pissed, I'll run a drive-by up your house.
Includes text from Order of the Phoenix, in italics. The lyrics to "Dirge
for November" belong to the awesome band called Opeth.
Harry Potter and the Dark Progeny
Chapter II: Dirge for November
Harry woke up in a mess. Yet another night tormented by dreams of Sirius, his godfather. This time, all he could think of is how he might have been able to save him. He had been having these dreams ever since he came back. The pain from the loss of his godfather ached at his heart everyday, and there was no one he could talk to about the pain. Not even his best friends, Ron and Hermione, could do anything to help him. They were faithful as ever, but they could not understand truly what it is like to lose someone you love firsthand. Was there any one Harry could trust with his pain?
Just then, his mind flashed back to the last day of school at Hogwarts. He remembered the conversation with Luna Lovegood. He remembered that he was able to talk to her about Sirius. He always thought that girl was...well, strange. However, there was something about her that he could trust. The fact he was honest with herself, unwilling to change herself for other people...and the fact she also lost someone she loved...her own mother. Yet she seemed to be so optimistic. Then there was what she said about her mother...
"It's not like I'll never see them again, right?" She also heard the voices behind the veil. Did that mean that they were special in some way? As the rays of the moonlight pierced the small room in which Harry Potter slept, his thoughts drifted from Sirius, to Luna. As he thought, a song he had recently heard played in his head, as he fell back to the world of sleep.
Lost, here is nowhere, Searching home still... Turning past me, all are gone Time is now
The omen showed, took me away
Preparations are done, this can't last
The mere reflection brought disgust
No ordeal to conquer, this firm silt It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool,
Grant me sleep, take me under
Like the wings of a dove, folding around
I fade into this tender care
Konnechi wa! This is my first fanfiction, and I need reviews! Please review for me to see if I'm getting readers! The lyrics belong to Opeth, as stated above, and the title of the song is "Dirge for November." I love this song. I'll put more songs in later chapters and later fanfiction.
Harry Potter and the Dark Progeny
Chapter II: Dirge for November
Harry woke up in a mess. Yet another night tormented by dreams of Sirius, his godfather. This time, all he could think of is how he might have been able to save him. He had been having these dreams ever since he came back. The pain from the loss of his godfather ached at his heart everyday, and there was no one he could talk to about the pain. Not even his best friends, Ron and Hermione, could do anything to help him. They were faithful as ever, but they could not understand truly what it is like to lose someone you love firsthand. Was there any one Harry could trust with his pain?
Just then, his mind flashed back to the last day of school at Hogwarts. He remembered the conversation with Luna Lovegood. He remembered that he was able to talk to her about Sirius. He always thought that girl was...well, strange. However, there was something about her that he could trust. The fact he was honest with herself, unwilling to change herself for other people...and the fact she also lost someone she loved...her own mother. Yet she seemed to be so optimistic. Then there was what she said about her mother...
"It's not like I'll never see them again, right?" She also heard the voices behind the veil. Did that mean that they were special in some way? As the rays of the moonlight pierced the small room in which Harry Potter slept, his thoughts drifted from Sirius, to Luna. As he thought, a song he had recently heard played in his head, as he fell back to the world of sleep.
Lost, here is nowhere, Searching home still... Turning past me, all are gone Time is now
The omen showed, took me away
Preparations are done, this can't last
The mere reflection brought disgust
No ordeal to conquer, this firm silt It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool,
Grant me sleep, take me under
Like the wings of a dove, folding around
I fade into this tender care
Konnechi wa! This is my first fanfiction, and I need reviews! Please review for me to see if I'm getting readers! The lyrics belong to Opeth, as stated above, and the title of the song is "Dirge for November." I love this song. I'll put more songs in later chapters and later fanfiction.