Author: CelestialDrgn, aka Celeste
Rating: PG-13
Category: AU, Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, so don't sue! All you'll get is pocket lint. All my money goes towards my anime and Harry Potter possessions. Harry Potter is owned, however, by J. K. Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, and Raincoast Books publishing companies. Aside from Luke, none of the characters are mine, only the idea of my story. St. John Vianney school is also one of my creations. This is a work in progress, and is my first HP fanfic (that I will attempt to finish.) Send all comments/suggestions/flames to padfootmoonbellsouth.net. ((yes, I changed my address!!))
HARRY/DRACO SLASH!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Have a good day, and do not litter. ;
Author's note at the end!!
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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes (9/?)
"Everyone welcome Tom Riddle."
Harry's body went stiff. He felt as if his body had been doused in ice water, or like he had walked through a ghost. "Tom Riddle?" he whispered, his voice shaking slightly.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked softly, seeing his reaction.
"Tom Riddle was in my dream. He was Voldemort, the one who killed my parents."
As if on cue, Tom looked straight at Harry. His eyes held a cold, distant look, an icy urban glare. He then walked toward Gertrude's table.
"That's just weird. You knew all of us, but you've never met Tom before, and here he is," the blonde replied, watching the retreating figure of the newcomer.
"I have a feeling that his presence is going to change everything," Harry mumbled.
The feast began, but Harry barely picked at his food. Ron looked over at his friend. "You feeling okay, mate?" Harry told Ron about Tom Riddle's role in his dream. "Better watch out for him, then, Harry. If you get a bad feeling about him, trust it."
As the feast began to wind down, Pansy Parkinson sauntered over to Draco. "Why didn't you eat with us?" she asked, her voice whiny and much too nasal. Harry flinched hearing the sound. It ranked close to nails on a chalkboard.
"Because," Draco began, mimicking her voice. "I didn't. I don't like my house." His voice returned to normal. "Happy?"
"But Dray, we won the games today. Don't you have any house pride?"
"First off, don't call me Dray. Second, I told you less than two seconds ago that I don't like my house, ergo, I have no house pride. Gertrude plays underhandedly, and I'd rather not be associated with cheating."
She glared in Harry's general direction. "Why, because you're too involved with your boyfriend?"
Her statement drew the attention of neighboring Ignatius and Aloysius students. Harry fought down a blush. Draco narrowed his eyes, his voice a low growl.
"Leave Harry out of this. Just because you're jealous that I spend time with people in other houses does not give you a right to pick on them."
Pansy smiled maliciously. "Oh, look, everyone, he's standing up for his lover."
"Pansy, just go back to the rock you crawled out from. None of us are homophobic, so your statement has lost its effect," Terry Boot retorted.
A look of faint disgust passed on her face. "So it's true? You two are dating?"
Draco sighed heavily. "Okay, Pansy, let's put it this way. I would much rather go out with another male than with you. I would rather date a female than go out with you. And that's saying something, because I'm not interested in females."
Pansy gasped dramatically, her hand fluttering to her heart. "You're gay?"
Hermione mumbled something that sounded akin to "drama queen."
"Now, she gets it. Yes. I'm gay. Now leave," Draco snarled.
"Fine," she huffed. "I can see when I'm not welcome."
"Really? I've given her too little credit, then," Ron muttered under his breath. Harry smirked.
"Just wait, karma will catch up to you, you freak," Pansy hissed in reply before she returned to her table.
A moment of silence followed, then, "Wow, all she needed to say 'and your little dog too,' and she's perfect for the witch," Harry stated.
Everyone laughed. "Yeah, her skin looks green enough," Draco said, causing more laughs.
They did not notice a pair of gray-green eyes observing their every action.
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Thursday morning, Harry kept glancing expectantly at the doors of the Dining Hall, at his plate, then to his watch, and back to the doors. This cycle repeated in two minute intervals until Hermione put her hand on Harry's arm, startling him back to reality.
"What is it with you today? You're awfully fidgety. Oh, and you haven't even touched your food!"
"Not hungry, 'Mione," he mumbled, still sneaking looks to the dining hall doors. "Where's Draco?" he asked aloud, a hint of longing present in his voice.
"He probably slept in or something, Harry. Stop acting like a girl, you're worse than me!"
"Oh, hush, you! I am not a girl," he pouted, then thought better of it.
Hermione giggled.
"Bully."
"Faerie."
"Touché."
Finally Draco walked in. Light circles under his eyes indicated a lack of proper sleep, and the usually boisterous boy had a subdued and shaken quality to him. Harry was immediately worried. Draco sat down heavily by the two Aloysius and managed a soft, "Hullo."
"Are you okay?" the brunette asked, lightly placing his hand on top of Draco's hand that was resting on the bench.
"Yeah," he responded, distracted.
"What's wrong?"
"Riddle. He spent the whole time in the commons staring at me, then when we were getting ready for bed he said that I had better not be gay, or I would regret it. Said he didn't want to share his room with a sodomite."
Hermione looked downright ruffled. "What right has he got to tell you what to do? He's a new student, for crying out loud!"
"Tell me about it. I'm willing to bet that he saw the whole scene that Pansy started, and it didn't help that Pansy wouldn't shut up in the commons. Blaise told her to shove it, that was the only reason that she stopped talking."
"Why don't you just tell Father Snape or something? He's your head of house," Harry suggested.
"Nah, I don't want the staff involved. Plus, think of where we go to school, Harry. We're kind of the minority, if you know what I mean."
"Don't let him bother you, Draco. He's probably just trying to set his reputation," Hermione said, handing Draco the plate of toast. He nodded his thanks to her.
"I'll try not to, but he's in my dorm. I can't help but not ignore him."
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The next three days passed uneventfully, each day with Draco coming to breakfast with circles under his eyes. It did not help that Tom was in several of their classes, a majority of the time his icy, eyes targeting Draco. The pressure was making Draco jumpy and paranoid. They were in the library alone when Draco snapped at Harry when he asked a question. Harry drew back, surprise written clearly on his face.
"I'm sorry, Draco, I didn't know that history homework could get you that worked up," he replied, a wounded look in his eyes.
The blonde sighed, running his hands through his longish hair. "I'm sorry. It's just..." Draco sighed. "Riddle won't leave me alone! Everywhere I go, I feel his eyes on me!"
"Like I said, tell Father Snape. It might help. This is serious, Draco. It's not normal for someone to do that."
Draco shook his head, his small earring dancing along with him. "No, they have enough on their minds."
"Stop playing the hero here, and listen to me, please!" Harry pleaded. "Just tell Father Snape that Tom is bothering you, and that you want him to change his room assignment. Okay?"
Crystal blue eyes flecked with gray met with deep emerald, and Draco relented. "Okay, fine. I'll talk to him after school. We'd better go, we have Theology next," he said, picking up his books. Harry did the same.
"Well, at least Tom's not in that class," Harry said smiling.
"I think that's going to be the highlight of my day," Draco mumbled, as they walked out the door and down the corridor.
"Oh, and I'm not?"
Draco smirked. "Nope."
"I love you too," Harry laughed.
They walked into Remus Lupin's classroom pretty much unnoticed, as the room was filled with chattering students. U2's music was blaring from Remus' radio, and Remus was flipping idly through an instrumental catalogue. Harry lay his bag by his usual desk, which was right in front of Remus.
"Hullo, Captain, my Captain," Harry greeted. [1]
Remus looked up. "Hey, Harry!"
"What are we doing today?"
"We're going to study The Ology, my friend," he said, grinning at his own joke.
"Theology, you mean?" Draco said, joining Harry in front of Remus' desk.
Their teacher smiled. "Hello, Draco. No, The Ology. The Study. The most important thing in your life is faith. Not food or water or clothes, but faith. Because if your faith is strong enough, it will help you move mountains."
"You do know that was incorrect Greek, right, Remus?" Hermione asked. She and Ron had walked into the room and overheard their conversation.
"Yes, yes, but this isn't a Greek class, now is it?" Flashing Hermione a smile, he turned off his radio and tried to collect order of the class. "Okay, everyone, quiet down, please! The longer you take, the less time we have to do our activity in class!"
Everyone hushed immediately. Remus' class was just like Harry remembered from his fantasy of Hogwarts: unorthodox, but serving its purpose.
"Right... Since we've been studying the sacraments, we're going to do a skit to make sure you fully understand how the sacrament is performed. Divide yourselves into groups of four. I will assign you each a sacrament, and you have forty minutes to come up with a skit. Okay, go on!" Remus flipped his radio back on, and many voices filled the classroom once more.
"We're a group!" Draco proclaimed, hooking Ron and Hermione around the neck.
"Ack?!" Ron untangled himself from Draco's grasp. Harry laughed at their antics. He was glad that Draco was beginning to unwind, knowing he was safe with his friends.
Hermione looked around the room. "There are seven groups of four. Ooh, I hope we get marriage!"
The three boys rolled their eyes. "Of course..." Ron muttered. Hermione smiled sweetly in reply.
Lavender Brown squealed happily when Remus came to their group, and latched herself onto Dean Thomas. The tall boy tried in vain to pry loose of Lavender's death grip, and Parvati exclaimed, "I'm your Maid of Honour!"
The three boys looked expectantly at Hermione for her response. She glared back defiantly. "What?"
The three hid identical grins.
Remus finally came to their group and sat on top of one of the desks. "Okay, you guys are Reconciliation. You can either do a confessional set up, or do something 'Saved By The Bell'-esque, you know, with the 'time out!' thing, whichever you prefer. Now, who's what?"
"I'm the priest!" Draco sang.
"Hey, I wanted to be the priest..." Ron protested.
"I called it first," the blonde responded childishly.
Ron thought for a while. "Okay, I'll be a sinner guy then."
Remus laughed. "I think that was the only other role left, Ron."
"Yeah, well..."
"We can all say a sin or something, but not typical sins. You know, something outrageous," Harry suggested.
"Fine by me. You have thirty-five minutes left until everyone presents their skit." Remus lightly patted Harry on the back and moved on to the next group.
"Does everyone know the procedure for Reconciliation?" Hermione asked. Ron and Harry shook their heads, and Hermione gave them a run through. "Understand that much?"
"I say that you and Draco go first, then we'll follow your example," said Harry.
"Agreed," stated Ron.
"Fine, you lazy arses," Hermione quipped.
"I reckon she's still upset about not getting marriage," Ron muttered.
The four friends continued forming a strategy for their skit. When the time arrived for the different groups to perform, they watched, entertained by their classmates, on their out take on the sacraments. Seamus resembled a drowned rat after their Baptism skit, Lavender and Dean were "married," Susan Bones, the "Bishop," actually slapped Ernie Macmillan across the face in their Confirmation skit, Vincent Crabbe was ordained a priest, then came their turn.
Draco dragged two chairs to the front of the room and sat down, adjusting the other so that it faced him. Hermione sat down in the vacant chair. She crossed herself and began.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a year since my last confession."
"Go on," coaxed "Father" Malfoy.
"Well..." Hermione fiddled with the edge of her skirt, worrying her bottom lip. "I've been taking my roommate's birth control pills and replacing them with baby aspirin. Is that a sin?"
Pure shock was written on everyone's face. "Hermione came up with that?" was the general thought.
Draco stared at her, disbelieving. "Please tell me you're lying."
Hermione laughed. "Back in character, Draco."
"Oh yeah." He cleared his throat. "I officially excommunicate you from the Church. Have a nice day, and may God bless you."
Hanging her head in mock shame, Hermione walked back to Harry and Ron, her friends laughing at her "punishment."
Ron and Harry (who had his hair in tiny pigtails) walked to the front of the classroom. "Okay, for our skit, Harry's a cat, and I'm the sinner," said Ron.
Everyone gave them a strange look.
"What do you need a cat for?" Lavender asked aloud.
They found out soon enough. Ron pulled a neon orange index card labeled, 'fire' with a cartoon drawing of a flame, from his pocket. He brought this closer to Harry, who was pantomiming licking the back of his "paw." Kitty!Harry glanced at the flame, and making a loud, angry cat noise, jumped away as Ron touched the card to Harry's sleeve. Ron walked over to a snickering Draco and sat down in the chair across from him.
"B-bless me Father..." Snicker. "..for I have sinned..." Snicker, snort.
Draco waved his hand for him to continue, pressing his fist against his lips to keep from cracking up.
"I..." Giggle. "I wanted to see if a cat would stop drop and roll, so I set one on fire."
"Are you sorry for your sin?" Draco asked, a smile still playing on his lips.
"No, not really."
"Then get out of here! You're wasting my valuable time!"
The group returned to their seats with the laughter and scattered applause from their classmates, and Draco poked Harry's pigtails.
"Very sexy look, if I do say so myself."
"Only for you, dearest," Harry said, taking the elastic bands out of his hair.
The rest of the class continued uneventfully, the rest of the time taken up by Remus playing "Name That Tune" on his guitar, giving out sweets to the winners. Ron collected six pieces of candy compared to the rest of the class' one or two pieces. Draco would continue to try to steal some of Ron's candy when he wasn't looking, but Harry or Hermione would grab his arm just in time. Finally, the bell rang signaling the end of the school day, causing the halls to thunder distantly with the sound of almost five hundred students spilling into one general area. Harry and his friends stayed behind to avoid becoming trampled in the corridors.
"Remus, please, can I have more candy?" Draco whined, pulling on his teacher's sleeve.
"Oh, fine, yes, you can have more. Honestly, Draco..."
Draco cheered.
"Remus, now he'll be hyper!" Harry exclaimed, watching regretfully as Draco grabbed a handful of sweets.
"Your problem, not mine," Remus said, packing his guitar away.
"Well, he has dance to wear himself out with," Hermione said.
Ron spoke up after eating a piece of caramel. "Speaking of which, I have tennis, Hermione has volleyball, and Harry, you have soccer."
"Yeah, I reckon it's safe to venture into the school now. I'll see you four later," Remus said, gathering his papers.
"Bye!" they chorused collectively as they grabbed their respective bags and headed out of the room. The group split up to prepare for their activities. Harry changed into his soccer gear and headed to practice.
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After a slightly muddy and tiring practice, the Aloysius soccer team came back into the school, stepping carefully to avoid tracking mud on the floor. Mr. Filch, the main janitor, was known for his ferocious temper and sadistic pleasure of landing students in detention for as little as walking by a piece of paper and not picking it up. As the rest of the team walked past him to the shower rooms, Harry paused, then started walking toward the arts wing, carrying his mud-caked cleats by the laces. His feet made no sound, his socks leaving sweaty footprints on the tiled floor. Music [2] was playing in one of the dance rooms, and Harry followed the sound. The music led him to a slightly open door, the buttery light spilling into the hall. Harry peeked inside.
The girls inside were wearing black leotards with dance skirts wrapped around each of their slim waists. These girls sat against the wall, occasionally taking sips from their water bottles, their attention focused on the two dancers in the centre of the room. The girl in the centre of the room had long, silky black hair which glowed healthily, wrapped into a licorice bun. Her leotard was also black; the only difference between her and the others was her blue dance skirt, which fell to her knees in a petal pattern. The boy beside her wore simply a thin t-shirt and loose sweatpants, his aristocratic figure making up for the casualness of his clothing. The girl and the boy moved in such a way that made water seem clumsy. The music was ancient and earthly, Celtic in its roots. The two dancers moved sensually, their very movements praising and mimicking the four elements individually. Harry kept his eyes glued on the male dancer. He had never known, even in his world of Hogwarts, that Draco was that graceful. The Draco Harry knew at Hogwarts was arrogant and snobbish. Harry's Draco was playful and kind. This side of Draco was... sexy. He embodied all that was sensual in nature, his body simply becoming one with the song. Harry watched in rapt fascination as the song drew to a close and the dancers took their final pose. Their onlookers applauded loudly, a few catcalled. Shortly after, they were dismissed. Harry stepped out of the way to let the others out of the room, and Draco wandered out last. Harry hooked his arm around Draco's waist, causing Draco to turn quickly in surprise.
"Harry!" he laughed, returning the hug.
"I watched you dance," Harry mumbled into Draco's shoulder, wrapping his free arm around his boyfriend completely.
"Yeah, I saw you in the mirror. What did you think?"
"You looked..." Harry laughed, his breath fanning against the blonde's neck. "I don't think I can put it into words. It was that good."
Draco blushed, laughing as well. "I was the one who suggested that song for the next house competition, except Cho Chang had to substitute for one of the other dancers. It's one of my favourites."
"Well, as usual, your house will get the points." Harry pulled away slightly and stared into Draco's blue-gray eyes. "You were... beautiful. Sexy. All of the above."
Draco stared back into the emerald green eyes of his boyfriend. They leaned closer and slowly closed their eyes, Harry capturing Draco's lips with a hungry kiss. He brought his hand up and gently pulled out Draco's hair-tie, running his fingers through the silky strands. Draco softly moaned, and trailed kisses down Harry's jaw, lightly nipping on the side of his neck. Harry once again captured Draco's lips, and their intensity softened to one tender, loving kiss. Both of them opened their eyes, and Draco placed his forehead against Harry's. They would have continued to stare deeply into each other's eyes, but the two of them were startled by a bright flash. Jumping apart, they turned to see who their "attacker" was. A smirking Ron was hiding behind a cooing Hermione.
"Oh, that was the best picture I've taken ever!" The bushy-haired girl proclaimed.
"Hermione!"
"Forgive me, Harry, I couldn't resist! It was too precious!"
"'Mione, give me a copy..."
"Of course, Draco."
"..Why?!"
"It was cute!"
"How?!"
"Oh, hush, Harry. Draco, I have photography tomorrow, so I'll develop it after school and copy it."
"Score!"
"I give up. I'm going to go shower, now, I'll see you lot later," Harry huffed.
"Oh, stop sulking. Come here," Draco said, wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders. He gave him a light peck on the lips and held him close. "Cheer up, okay? We're just teasing. Although I do want that picture..."
Harry laughed softly. "Okay, but seriously, I need to shower."
"But you look sexier this way."
"You sure?"
"Quite."
"I love it when you sound all British."
"Argh! The sappiness!"
"Shut up, Ron!" the three replied.
The four friends started walking back to the dormitories talking and teasing, Harry and Draco holding hands the whole time.
"So... Harry, when are you going to fulfill the dare?" Draco asked.
"Dare? What... oh." Harry turned bright red.
"What are you two talking about?" Hermione asked. Ron smothered a laugh.
"You don't want to know, 'Mione," Harry mumbled.
"Well, Harry? Your place or mine?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"I think I pretty much know," Hermione stated, grinning.
"Draco, it's a school night. I'm tired enough as it is, all I want to do is shower then climb into bed and sleep."
"Sure, that's what they all say."
"Okay, we're here! I'll see you tomorrow, love of mine," Harry said, kissing Draco on the cheek.
"Fine, be like that." Draco laughed and kissed Harry in return. "Good night, love. 'Night, Ron, 'Mione."
"'Night," they said, and started toward the forth floor. Once they reached their floor, the three split up to go to their respective rooms. Harry managed to make it into his dorm before Mr. Filch appeared. He would have had a fit if he saw the state of Harry's clothes and cleats. Harry placed his cleats on a sheet of open newspaper on the floor and took a shower. Afterward, he sank into the soft sheets and fell asleep immediately, still warm from the shower.
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History was their first class on Tuesday morning. Mr. Binns cheerfully wrote notes on the board and everyone dutifully copied them down. He made the Crimean war sound a lot more interesting than it should have been, and everyone went to Shakespeare in a good mood. After lunch, Harry had his chorus class with Sister Catherine. Harry sat in his seat in the second tenor section and took out his music folder. A couple of girls were gathered around the piano listening to Blaise play a minuet, cheering when he had finished. Sister Catherine briskly entered the classroom and told Blaise in the same tone she told him at the beginning of every class to get off of the piano and take a seat. The Gertrude student went to his usual seat beside Harry.
"Hello, Blaise."
"'lo, Harry. Up for hitting those falsetto notes?"
"Well, seeing as I'm a tenor two and you're a tenor one, no, I'm not looking forward to them."
"But there's not much of a difference between tenor one and two!"
"Except for the voice range, maybe?"
"Well, true, true..."
Apparently Harry was put in chorus for a reason other than the art classes were full. The year before, the school had held a singing competition for house points. Harry was dared to join, and he succeeded in winning third place overall. In the chorus class, he was placed as predominantly tenor two, but was sometimes switched to bass one for more difficult pieces.
"Students, your attention please," Sister Catherine called.
Everyone stood beside their seats.
"Thank you. I would like everyone to please make sure their uniform is on correctly and neatly, I don't want to see shirt tails hanging out or ties half-mast." After her inspection, she continued. "Okay, now I would like the bass to sing middle C, tenor, an E, alto, a G, and sopranos, a C."
The class sang the notes with precision. Sister Catherine led the group through a series of vocal warm ups (including falsetto exercises for the men), then walked over to a cabinet that was behind Blaise, and extracted something from within. She gave a stack of papers to Blaise. "Mr. Zabini, will you please hand these out to everyone?"
Blaise sighed heavily and took the stack, handing everyone a sheet labeled "Choral Repertoire." The sheet asked for the name of a piece, composer, and other details of the music. Harry gave his paper a blank look. What in the hell?
Blaise sat back down after putting the extra papers on the piano. "You look confused," he said to Harry.
"That's because I am. Exactly what are we doing with this?"
"You'll see."
Sister Catherine then handed out what looked to be a pamphlet to each person. "This is one of the pieces we will sing at Festival. I'll give you ten minutes to fill out the repertoire sheet, then we will sight-sing."
One of the "pamphlets" was placed on Harry's desk. The cover was a cornflower blue, entitled "Kyrie Eleison." [3]
"Aw, hell," Blaise muttered, staring at his opened piece.
"What?"
"She expects us to sight-sing this? It's polyphonic."
"Laymen's terms, please?"
"Polyphonic. Each part is independent of each other, and accompaniment. Meaning, this will be hell to sight-sing because no one will have a clue where everyone else is."
"Well, it's only four part. All she needs to do is put on her metronome and cue us in, how hard will that be?" Harry then opened his music. Half-notes and eighth notes littered the page in cut-time, completely different from the quarter notes in four/four time that Harry had taught himself. "Aw, hell..."
"Five minutes," said Sister Catherine.
Both boys hurriedly scribbled down answers on their repertoire sheets and finished right when their teacher called time.
"Alright, students, I will play it once, then we will sight-sing the song." Sister Catherine sat down elegantly by the piano, and poised her hands above the keyboard. Then she started playing. A haunting, longing melody filled the classroom, and Harry could imagine ancient voices singing the four-part harmony. The voices slowly extinguished as the song drew to a close, and Sister Catherine let the final chord fade before she spoke.
"Now, everyone, stand up, and I will play your opening notes, and you will start."
The tenors started on an A, followed two beats later by the bass. Their voices softly wove together, gaining strength as the altos joined in, followed four beats later by the sopranos. Harry's imagination took off, the room transforming into a cathedral lit softly by candle light, the scent of incense wafting on the air. The air was musty, his robes starched and rough, but his voice rang pure as silver, their plea spiraling to the heavens. Notes created tension, causing voices to increase volume to mezzo forte, the stress released gently, mezzo piano, a beat later. The song progressed, the dynamics becoming louder and more passionate, and dwindled down to piano, voices frozen on a D major chord. As the song ended, Harry's majestic cathedral faded, gentle candle light replaced by the harsh florescent lighting, the rough robes giving way to his soft uniform. Harry stared at the again lifeless melody printed on the aging paper.
"Wow," he breathed.
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Author's Note: ::bows repeatedly:: I'm soo sorry for not updating in a long, long time! I thought I would have time during Thanksgiving... wrong. I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend (I'm still upset over that), being accepted into a choir (I couldn't go to Arkansas in November because of it.. grr..), being buried under an avalanche of work preparing for mid- terms, preparing for choral concerts... yeah. Then came Christmas... I was attacked by a two by four called writer's block!! New Year's... another avalanche of homework, Model United Nations position papers, preparing for a choral concert, Science Olympiad... Whoo hoo. Anywho, thank you to all you whom have stayed faithful!! ::hugs all her fans:: Thanks to Sardius-Sky ((thankies for reviewing!!)), ddz008 ((I'm sorry I don't update frequently!! I'll make it up, I promise!)) PeachDancer82 ((thankie for reviewing!!)), GaBrIeLa2 ((Lol, you'll see what happened to Harry's dare. )), Sesaru ((my story actually ended up being 21 pages single-spaced, I might post it on fiction press. I'll tell ya when I do! :)), NayNymic ((don't worry, no Tom/Harry angst)), Lyonessheart ((thankies for the comments!!)), marishamarish ((you'll see what happens!)), HeatherM ((Lol, thanks for the slight criticism)), Trempush ((sorry for making you wait!!)), Eadon ((thanks for reviewing!!)), rct the deku nut ((many thanks, Becky!!)), VirginSuicide ((thanks for reviewing!!)), embyr81788 ((thankies for reviewing!!)) and last but not least, Mon2 ((thankie for reviewing!)) Erm... when I was in the writer's block I started writing another ficcy, which I will post and continue when I get writer's block for this ficcy. Whoo hoo! Lol, again, it's gonna take a while until next chapter since I'm a loser and join too many things, when I'm busy enough with homework. Erm.. the events in the Theology class happened in my Theology class, because I have an oh-so-cool teacher who does cool activities like that. Oh, and I went back and edited some minor grammar mistakes in previous chapters, nothing too serious. Anywho, until next time!!
[1]- taken from Dead Poet's Society [2]- this song is by Loreena McKennit, The Mummer's Dance [3]- Kyrie Eleison (Lord, Have Mercy Upon Us), Antonio Lotti.
Rating: PG-13
Category: AU, Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, so don't sue! All you'll get is pocket lint. All my money goes towards my anime and Harry Potter possessions. Harry Potter is owned, however, by J. K. Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, and Raincoast Books publishing companies. Aside from Luke, none of the characters are mine, only the idea of my story. St. John Vianney school is also one of my creations. This is a work in progress, and is my first HP fanfic (that I will attempt to finish.) Send all comments/suggestions/flames to padfootmoonbellsouth.net. ((yes, I changed my address!!))
HARRY/DRACO SLASH!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Have a good day, and do not litter. ;
Author's note at the end!!
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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes (9/?)
"Everyone welcome Tom Riddle."
Harry's body went stiff. He felt as if his body had been doused in ice water, or like he had walked through a ghost. "Tom Riddle?" he whispered, his voice shaking slightly.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked softly, seeing his reaction.
"Tom Riddle was in my dream. He was Voldemort, the one who killed my parents."
As if on cue, Tom looked straight at Harry. His eyes held a cold, distant look, an icy urban glare. He then walked toward Gertrude's table.
"That's just weird. You knew all of us, but you've never met Tom before, and here he is," the blonde replied, watching the retreating figure of the newcomer.
"I have a feeling that his presence is going to change everything," Harry mumbled.
The feast began, but Harry barely picked at his food. Ron looked over at his friend. "You feeling okay, mate?" Harry told Ron about Tom Riddle's role in his dream. "Better watch out for him, then, Harry. If you get a bad feeling about him, trust it."
As the feast began to wind down, Pansy Parkinson sauntered over to Draco. "Why didn't you eat with us?" she asked, her voice whiny and much too nasal. Harry flinched hearing the sound. It ranked close to nails on a chalkboard.
"Because," Draco began, mimicking her voice. "I didn't. I don't like my house." His voice returned to normal. "Happy?"
"But Dray, we won the games today. Don't you have any house pride?"
"First off, don't call me Dray. Second, I told you less than two seconds ago that I don't like my house, ergo, I have no house pride. Gertrude plays underhandedly, and I'd rather not be associated with cheating."
She glared in Harry's general direction. "Why, because you're too involved with your boyfriend?"
Her statement drew the attention of neighboring Ignatius and Aloysius students. Harry fought down a blush. Draco narrowed his eyes, his voice a low growl.
"Leave Harry out of this. Just because you're jealous that I spend time with people in other houses does not give you a right to pick on them."
Pansy smiled maliciously. "Oh, look, everyone, he's standing up for his lover."
"Pansy, just go back to the rock you crawled out from. None of us are homophobic, so your statement has lost its effect," Terry Boot retorted.
A look of faint disgust passed on her face. "So it's true? You two are dating?"
Draco sighed heavily. "Okay, Pansy, let's put it this way. I would much rather go out with another male than with you. I would rather date a female than go out with you. And that's saying something, because I'm not interested in females."
Pansy gasped dramatically, her hand fluttering to her heart. "You're gay?"
Hermione mumbled something that sounded akin to "drama queen."
"Now, she gets it. Yes. I'm gay. Now leave," Draco snarled.
"Fine," she huffed. "I can see when I'm not welcome."
"Really? I've given her too little credit, then," Ron muttered under his breath. Harry smirked.
"Just wait, karma will catch up to you, you freak," Pansy hissed in reply before she returned to her table.
A moment of silence followed, then, "Wow, all she needed to say 'and your little dog too,' and she's perfect for the witch," Harry stated.
Everyone laughed. "Yeah, her skin looks green enough," Draco said, causing more laughs.
They did not notice a pair of gray-green eyes observing their every action.
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Thursday morning, Harry kept glancing expectantly at the doors of the Dining Hall, at his plate, then to his watch, and back to the doors. This cycle repeated in two minute intervals until Hermione put her hand on Harry's arm, startling him back to reality.
"What is it with you today? You're awfully fidgety. Oh, and you haven't even touched your food!"
"Not hungry, 'Mione," he mumbled, still sneaking looks to the dining hall doors. "Where's Draco?" he asked aloud, a hint of longing present in his voice.
"He probably slept in or something, Harry. Stop acting like a girl, you're worse than me!"
"Oh, hush, you! I am not a girl," he pouted, then thought better of it.
Hermione giggled.
"Bully."
"Faerie."
"Touché."
Finally Draco walked in. Light circles under his eyes indicated a lack of proper sleep, and the usually boisterous boy had a subdued and shaken quality to him. Harry was immediately worried. Draco sat down heavily by the two Aloysius and managed a soft, "Hullo."
"Are you okay?" the brunette asked, lightly placing his hand on top of Draco's hand that was resting on the bench.
"Yeah," he responded, distracted.
"What's wrong?"
"Riddle. He spent the whole time in the commons staring at me, then when we were getting ready for bed he said that I had better not be gay, or I would regret it. Said he didn't want to share his room with a sodomite."
Hermione looked downright ruffled. "What right has he got to tell you what to do? He's a new student, for crying out loud!"
"Tell me about it. I'm willing to bet that he saw the whole scene that Pansy started, and it didn't help that Pansy wouldn't shut up in the commons. Blaise told her to shove it, that was the only reason that she stopped talking."
"Why don't you just tell Father Snape or something? He's your head of house," Harry suggested.
"Nah, I don't want the staff involved. Plus, think of where we go to school, Harry. We're kind of the minority, if you know what I mean."
"Don't let him bother you, Draco. He's probably just trying to set his reputation," Hermione said, handing Draco the plate of toast. He nodded his thanks to her.
"I'll try not to, but he's in my dorm. I can't help but not ignore him."
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The next three days passed uneventfully, each day with Draco coming to breakfast with circles under his eyes. It did not help that Tom was in several of their classes, a majority of the time his icy, eyes targeting Draco. The pressure was making Draco jumpy and paranoid. They were in the library alone when Draco snapped at Harry when he asked a question. Harry drew back, surprise written clearly on his face.
"I'm sorry, Draco, I didn't know that history homework could get you that worked up," he replied, a wounded look in his eyes.
The blonde sighed, running his hands through his longish hair. "I'm sorry. It's just..." Draco sighed. "Riddle won't leave me alone! Everywhere I go, I feel his eyes on me!"
"Like I said, tell Father Snape. It might help. This is serious, Draco. It's not normal for someone to do that."
Draco shook his head, his small earring dancing along with him. "No, they have enough on their minds."
"Stop playing the hero here, and listen to me, please!" Harry pleaded. "Just tell Father Snape that Tom is bothering you, and that you want him to change his room assignment. Okay?"
Crystal blue eyes flecked with gray met with deep emerald, and Draco relented. "Okay, fine. I'll talk to him after school. We'd better go, we have Theology next," he said, picking up his books. Harry did the same.
"Well, at least Tom's not in that class," Harry said smiling.
"I think that's going to be the highlight of my day," Draco mumbled, as they walked out the door and down the corridor.
"Oh, and I'm not?"
Draco smirked. "Nope."
"I love you too," Harry laughed.
They walked into Remus Lupin's classroom pretty much unnoticed, as the room was filled with chattering students. U2's music was blaring from Remus' radio, and Remus was flipping idly through an instrumental catalogue. Harry lay his bag by his usual desk, which was right in front of Remus.
"Hullo, Captain, my Captain," Harry greeted. [1]
Remus looked up. "Hey, Harry!"
"What are we doing today?"
"We're going to study The Ology, my friend," he said, grinning at his own joke.
"Theology, you mean?" Draco said, joining Harry in front of Remus' desk.
Their teacher smiled. "Hello, Draco. No, The Ology. The Study. The most important thing in your life is faith. Not food or water or clothes, but faith. Because if your faith is strong enough, it will help you move mountains."
"You do know that was incorrect Greek, right, Remus?" Hermione asked. She and Ron had walked into the room and overheard their conversation.
"Yes, yes, but this isn't a Greek class, now is it?" Flashing Hermione a smile, he turned off his radio and tried to collect order of the class. "Okay, everyone, quiet down, please! The longer you take, the less time we have to do our activity in class!"
Everyone hushed immediately. Remus' class was just like Harry remembered from his fantasy of Hogwarts: unorthodox, but serving its purpose.
"Right... Since we've been studying the sacraments, we're going to do a skit to make sure you fully understand how the sacrament is performed. Divide yourselves into groups of four. I will assign you each a sacrament, and you have forty minutes to come up with a skit. Okay, go on!" Remus flipped his radio back on, and many voices filled the classroom once more.
"We're a group!" Draco proclaimed, hooking Ron and Hermione around the neck.
"Ack?!" Ron untangled himself from Draco's grasp. Harry laughed at their antics. He was glad that Draco was beginning to unwind, knowing he was safe with his friends.
Hermione looked around the room. "There are seven groups of four. Ooh, I hope we get marriage!"
The three boys rolled their eyes. "Of course..." Ron muttered. Hermione smiled sweetly in reply.
Lavender Brown squealed happily when Remus came to their group, and latched herself onto Dean Thomas. The tall boy tried in vain to pry loose of Lavender's death grip, and Parvati exclaimed, "I'm your Maid of Honour!"
The three boys looked expectantly at Hermione for her response. She glared back defiantly. "What?"
The three hid identical grins.
Remus finally came to their group and sat on top of one of the desks. "Okay, you guys are Reconciliation. You can either do a confessional set up, or do something 'Saved By The Bell'-esque, you know, with the 'time out!' thing, whichever you prefer. Now, who's what?"
"I'm the priest!" Draco sang.
"Hey, I wanted to be the priest..." Ron protested.
"I called it first," the blonde responded childishly.
Ron thought for a while. "Okay, I'll be a sinner guy then."
Remus laughed. "I think that was the only other role left, Ron."
"Yeah, well..."
"We can all say a sin or something, but not typical sins. You know, something outrageous," Harry suggested.
"Fine by me. You have thirty-five minutes left until everyone presents their skit." Remus lightly patted Harry on the back and moved on to the next group.
"Does everyone know the procedure for Reconciliation?" Hermione asked. Ron and Harry shook their heads, and Hermione gave them a run through. "Understand that much?"
"I say that you and Draco go first, then we'll follow your example," said Harry.
"Agreed," stated Ron.
"Fine, you lazy arses," Hermione quipped.
"I reckon she's still upset about not getting marriage," Ron muttered.
The four friends continued forming a strategy for their skit. When the time arrived for the different groups to perform, they watched, entertained by their classmates, on their out take on the sacraments. Seamus resembled a drowned rat after their Baptism skit, Lavender and Dean were "married," Susan Bones, the "Bishop," actually slapped Ernie Macmillan across the face in their Confirmation skit, Vincent Crabbe was ordained a priest, then came their turn.
Draco dragged two chairs to the front of the room and sat down, adjusting the other so that it faced him. Hermione sat down in the vacant chair. She crossed herself and began.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a year since my last confession."
"Go on," coaxed "Father" Malfoy.
"Well..." Hermione fiddled with the edge of her skirt, worrying her bottom lip. "I've been taking my roommate's birth control pills and replacing them with baby aspirin. Is that a sin?"
Pure shock was written on everyone's face. "Hermione came up with that?" was the general thought.
Draco stared at her, disbelieving. "Please tell me you're lying."
Hermione laughed. "Back in character, Draco."
"Oh yeah." He cleared his throat. "I officially excommunicate you from the Church. Have a nice day, and may God bless you."
Hanging her head in mock shame, Hermione walked back to Harry and Ron, her friends laughing at her "punishment."
Ron and Harry (who had his hair in tiny pigtails) walked to the front of the classroom. "Okay, for our skit, Harry's a cat, and I'm the sinner," said Ron.
Everyone gave them a strange look.
"What do you need a cat for?" Lavender asked aloud.
They found out soon enough. Ron pulled a neon orange index card labeled, 'fire' with a cartoon drawing of a flame, from his pocket. He brought this closer to Harry, who was pantomiming licking the back of his "paw." Kitty!Harry glanced at the flame, and making a loud, angry cat noise, jumped away as Ron touched the card to Harry's sleeve. Ron walked over to a snickering Draco and sat down in the chair across from him.
"B-bless me Father..." Snicker. "..for I have sinned..." Snicker, snort.
Draco waved his hand for him to continue, pressing his fist against his lips to keep from cracking up.
"I..." Giggle. "I wanted to see if a cat would stop drop and roll, so I set one on fire."
"Are you sorry for your sin?" Draco asked, a smile still playing on his lips.
"No, not really."
"Then get out of here! You're wasting my valuable time!"
The group returned to their seats with the laughter and scattered applause from their classmates, and Draco poked Harry's pigtails.
"Very sexy look, if I do say so myself."
"Only for you, dearest," Harry said, taking the elastic bands out of his hair.
The rest of the class continued uneventfully, the rest of the time taken up by Remus playing "Name That Tune" on his guitar, giving out sweets to the winners. Ron collected six pieces of candy compared to the rest of the class' one or two pieces. Draco would continue to try to steal some of Ron's candy when he wasn't looking, but Harry or Hermione would grab his arm just in time. Finally, the bell rang signaling the end of the school day, causing the halls to thunder distantly with the sound of almost five hundred students spilling into one general area. Harry and his friends stayed behind to avoid becoming trampled in the corridors.
"Remus, please, can I have more candy?" Draco whined, pulling on his teacher's sleeve.
"Oh, fine, yes, you can have more. Honestly, Draco..."
Draco cheered.
"Remus, now he'll be hyper!" Harry exclaimed, watching regretfully as Draco grabbed a handful of sweets.
"Your problem, not mine," Remus said, packing his guitar away.
"Well, he has dance to wear himself out with," Hermione said.
Ron spoke up after eating a piece of caramel. "Speaking of which, I have tennis, Hermione has volleyball, and Harry, you have soccer."
"Yeah, I reckon it's safe to venture into the school now. I'll see you four later," Remus said, gathering his papers.
"Bye!" they chorused collectively as they grabbed their respective bags and headed out of the room. The group split up to prepare for their activities. Harry changed into his soccer gear and headed to practice.
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After a slightly muddy and tiring practice, the Aloysius soccer team came back into the school, stepping carefully to avoid tracking mud on the floor. Mr. Filch, the main janitor, was known for his ferocious temper and sadistic pleasure of landing students in detention for as little as walking by a piece of paper and not picking it up. As the rest of the team walked past him to the shower rooms, Harry paused, then started walking toward the arts wing, carrying his mud-caked cleats by the laces. His feet made no sound, his socks leaving sweaty footprints on the tiled floor. Music [2] was playing in one of the dance rooms, and Harry followed the sound. The music led him to a slightly open door, the buttery light spilling into the hall. Harry peeked inside.
The girls inside were wearing black leotards with dance skirts wrapped around each of their slim waists. These girls sat against the wall, occasionally taking sips from their water bottles, their attention focused on the two dancers in the centre of the room. The girl in the centre of the room had long, silky black hair which glowed healthily, wrapped into a licorice bun. Her leotard was also black; the only difference between her and the others was her blue dance skirt, which fell to her knees in a petal pattern. The boy beside her wore simply a thin t-shirt and loose sweatpants, his aristocratic figure making up for the casualness of his clothing. The girl and the boy moved in such a way that made water seem clumsy. The music was ancient and earthly, Celtic in its roots. The two dancers moved sensually, their very movements praising and mimicking the four elements individually. Harry kept his eyes glued on the male dancer. He had never known, even in his world of Hogwarts, that Draco was that graceful. The Draco Harry knew at Hogwarts was arrogant and snobbish. Harry's Draco was playful and kind. This side of Draco was... sexy. He embodied all that was sensual in nature, his body simply becoming one with the song. Harry watched in rapt fascination as the song drew to a close and the dancers took their final pose. Their onlookers applauded loudly, a few catcalled. Shortly after, they were dismissed. Harry stepped out of the way to let the others out of the room, and Draco wandered out last. Harry hooked his arm around Draco's waist, causing Draco to turn quickly in surprise.
"Harry!" he laughed, returning the hug.
"I watched you dance," Harry mumbled into Draco's shoulder, wrapping his free arm around his boyfriend completely.
"Yeah, I saw you in the mirror. What did you think?"
"You looked..." Harry laughed, his breath fanning against the blonde's neck. "I don't think I can put it into words. It was that good."
Draco blushed, laughing as well. "I was the one who suggested that song for the next house competition, except Cho Chang had to substitute for one of the other dancers. It's one of my favourites."
"Well, as usual, your house will get the points." Harry pulled away slightly and stared into Draco's blue-gray eyes. "You were... beautiful. Sexy. All of the above."
Draco stared back into the emerald green eyes of his boyfriend. They leaned closer and slowly closed their eyes, Harry capturing Draco's lips with a hungry kiss. He brought his hand up and gently pulled out Draco's hair-tie, running his fingers through the silky strands. Draco softly moaned, and trailed kisses down Harry's jaw, lightly nipping on the side of his neck. Harry once again captured Draco's lips, and their intensity softened to one tender, loving kiss. Both of them opened their eyes, and Draco placed his forehead against Harry's. They would have continued to stare deeply into each other's eyes, but the two of them were startled by a bright flash. Jumping apart, they turned to see who their "attacker" was. A smirking Ron was hiding behind a cooing Hermione.
"Oh, that was the best picture I've taken ever!" The bushy-haired girl proclaimed.
"Hermione!"
"Forgive me, Harry, I couldn't resist! It was too precious!"
"'Mione, give me a copy..."
"Of course, Draco."
"..Why?!"
"It was cute!"
"How?!"
"Oh, hush, Harry. Draco, I have photography tomorrow, so I'll develop it after school and copy it."
"Score!"
"I give up. I'm going to go shower, now, I'll see you lot later," Harry huffed.
"Oh, stop sulking. Come here," Draco said, wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders. He gave him a light peck on the lips and held him close. "Cheer up, okay? We're just teasing. Although I do want that picture..."
Harry laughed softly. "Okay, but seriously, I need to shower."
"But you look sexier this way."
"You sure?"
"Quite."
"I love it when you sound all British."
"Argh! The sappiness!"
"Shut up, Ron!" the three replied.
The four friends started walking back to the dormitories talking and teasing, Harry and Draco holding hands the whole time.
"So... Harry, when are you going to fulfill the dare?" Draco asked.
"Dare? What... oh." Harry turned bright red.
"What are you two talking about?" Hermione asked. Ron smothered a laugh.
"You don't want to know, 'Mione," Harry mumbled.
"Well, Harry? Your place or mine?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"I think I pretty much know," Hermione stated, grinning.
"Draco, it's a school night. I'm tired enough as it is, all I want to do is shower then climb into bed and sleep."
"Sure, that's what they all say."
"Okay, we're here! I'll see you tomorrow, love of mine," Harry said, kissing Draco on the cheek.
"Fine, be like that." Draco laughed and kissed Harry in return. "Good night, love. 'Night, Ron, 'Mione."
"'Night," they said, and started toward the forth floor. Once they reached their floor, the three split up to go to their respective rooms. Harry managed to make it into his dorm before Mr. Filch appeared. He would have had a fit if he saw the state of Harry's clothes and cleats. Harry placed his cleats on a sheet of open newspaper on the floor and took a shower. Afterward, he sank into the soft sheets and fell asleep immediately, still warm from the shower.
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History was their first class on Tuesday morning. Mr. Binns cheerfully wrote notes on the board and everyone dutifully copied them down. He made the Crimean war sound a lot more interesting than it should have been, and everyone went to Shakespeare in a good mood. After lunch, Harry had his chorus class with Sister Catherine. Harry sat in his seat in the second tenor section and took out his music folder. A couple of girls were gathered around the piano listening to Blaise play a minuet, cheering when he had finished. Sister Catherine briskly entered the classroom and told Blaise in the same tone she told him at the beginning of every class to get off of the piano and take a seat. The Gertrude student went to his usual seat beside Harry.
"Hello, Blaise."
"'lo, Harry. Up for hitting those falsetto notes?"
"Well, seeing as I'm a tenor two and you're a tenor one, no, I'm not looking forward to them."
"But there's not much of a difference between tenor one and two!"
"Except for the voice range, maybe?"
"Well, true, true..."
Apparently Harry was put in chorus for a reason other than the art classes were full. The year before, the school had held a singing competition for house points. Harry was dared to join, and he succeeded in winning third place overall. In the chorus class, he was placed as predominantly tenor two, but was sometimes switched to bass one for more difficult pieces.
"Students, your attention please," Sister Catherine called.
Everyone stood beside their seats.
"Thank you. I would like everyone to please make sure their uniform is on correctly and neatly, I don't want to see shirt tails hanging out or ties half-mast." After her inspection, she continued. "Okay, now I would like the bass to sing middle C, tenor, an E, alto, a G, and sopranos, a C."
The class sang the notes with precision. Sister Catherine led the group through a series of vocal warm ups (including falsetto exercises for the men), then walked over to a cabinet that was behind Blaise, and extracted something from within. She gave a stack of papers to Blaise. "Mr. Zabini, will you please hand these out to everyone?"
Blaise sighed heavily and took the stack, handing everyone a sheet labeled "Choral Repertoire." The sheet asked for the name of a piece, composer, and other details of the music. Harry gave his paper a blank look. What in the hell?
Blaise sat back down after putting the extra papers on the piano. "You look confused," he said to Harry.
"That's because I am. Exactly what are we doing with this?"
"You'll see."
Sister Catherine then handed out what looked to be a pamphlet to each person. "This is one of the pieces we will sing at Festival. I'll give you ten minutes to fill out the repertoire sheet, then we will sight-sing."
One of the "pamphlets" was placed on Harry's desk. The cover was a cornflower blue, entitled "Kyrie Eleison." [3]
"Aw, hell," Blaise muttered, staring at his opened piece.
"What?"
"She expects us to sight-sing this? It's polyphonic."
"Laymen's terms, please?"
"Polyphonic. Each part is independent of each other, and accompaniment. Meaning, this will be hell to sight-sing because no one will have a clue where everyone else is."
"Well, it's only four part. All she needs to do is put on her metronome and cue us in, how hard will that be?" Harry then opened his music. Half-notes and eighth notes littered the page in cut-time, completely different from the quarter notes in four/four time that Harry had taught himself. "Aw, hell..."
"Five minutes," said Sister Catherine.
Both boys hurriedly scribbled down answers on their repertoire sheets and finished right when their teacher called time.
"Alright, students, I will play it once, then we will sight-sing the song." Sister Catherine sat down elegantly by the piano, and poised her hands above the keyboard. Then she started playing. A haunting, longing melody filled the classroom, and Harry could imagine ancient voices singing the four-part harmony. The voices slowly extinguished as the song drew to a close, and Sister Catherine let the final chord fade before she spoke.
"Now, everyone, stand up, and I will play your opening notes, and you will start."
The tenors started on an A, followed two beats later by the bass. Their voices softly wove together, gaining strength as the altos joined in, followed four beats later by the sopranos. Harry's imagination took off, the room transforming into a cathedral lit softly by candle light, the scent of incense wafting on the air. The air was musty, his robes starched and rough, but his voice rang pure as silver, their plea spiraling to the heavens. Notes created tension, causing voices to increase volume to mezzo forte, the stress released gently, mezzo piano, a beat later. The song progressed, the dynamics becoming louder and more passionate, and dwindled down to piano, voices frozen on a D major chord. As the song ended, Harry's majestic cathedral faded, gentle candle light replaced by the harsh florescent lighting, the rough robes giving way to his soft uniform. Harry stared at the again lifeless melody printed on the aging paper.
"Wow," he breathed.
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Author's Note: ::bows repeatedly:: I'm soo sorry for not updating in a long, long time! I thought I would have time during Thanksgiving... wrong. I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend (I'm still upset over that), being accepted into a choir (I couldn't go to Arkansas in November because of it.. grr..), being buried under an avalanche of work preparing for mid- terms, preparing for choral concerts... yeah. Then came Christmas... I was attacked by a two by four called writer's block!! New Year's... another avalanche of homework, Model United Nations position papers, preparing for a choral concert, Science Olympiad... Whoo hoo. Anywho, thank you to all you whom have stayed faithful!! ::hugs all her fans:: Thanks to Sardius-Sky ((thankies for reviewing!!)), ddz008 ((I'm sorry I don't update frequently!! I'll make it up, I promise!)) PeachDancer82 ((thankie for reviewing!!)), GaBrIeLa2 ((Lol, you'll see what happened to Harry's dare. )), Sesaru ((my story actually ended up being 21 pages single-spaced, I might post it on fiction press. I'll tell ya when I do! :)), NayNymic ((don't worry, no Tom/Harry angst)), Lyonessheart ((thankies for the comments!!)), marishamarish ((you'll see what happens!)), HeatherM ((Lol, thanks for the slight criticism)), Trempush ((sorry for making you wait!!)), Eadon ((thanks for reviewing!!)), rct the deku nut ((many thanks, Becky!!)), VirginSuicide ((thanks for reviewing!!)), embyr81788 ((thankies for reviewing!!)) and last but not least, Mon2 ((thankie for reviewing!)) Erm... when I was in the writer's block I started writing another ficcy, which I will post and continue when I get writer's block for this ficcy. Whoo hoo! Lol, again, it's gonna take a while until next chapter since I'm a loser and join too many things, when I'm busy enough with homework. Erm.. the events in the Theology class happened in my Theology class, because I have an oh-so-cool teacher who does cool activities like that. Oh, and I went back and edited some minor grammar mistakes in previous chapters, nothing too serious. Anywho, until next time!!
[1]- taken from Dead Poet's Society [2]- this song is by Loreena McKennit, The Mummer's Dance [3]- Kyrie Eleison (Lord, Have Mercy Upon Us), Antonio Lotti.