)(Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of J.K. Rowling's work or any songs
written by the band "Third Eye Blind". Thank you.)(
)(A/N: A bit of writer's block, but please, bear with me. If anyone has any
ideas, flames, comments, suggestions, please email me. Seamus and Neville
may act a bit out of character, but it's been two years since OotP so
Neville has a little more confidence in himself. But not much.)(
How's It Gonna Be
Chapter II: My Band
By: Jayden Darkholme
"You want to what?!" Ron exclaimed looking increduously at Harry. Harry had just told them his plan and Seamus had taken it the best out of all of them, he had spit his butterbeer out and poor Neville was right in it's path. Ron had turned bright red, the tips of his ears looked like matchsticks and Neville just kind of went pale and muttered under his breath, not noticing that Seamus had ejected butterbeer onto the side of his head. "Harry," Ron started, "You don't know how to play any instruments, and neither do any of us. Think about it mate, with qudditch and the D.A. we don't have time for this." "Ron, trust me, it's handled." Harry pulled a canvas sack from below the table and handed each of them a book. Neville got Bass Guitar: For Those Who Can't Do Much by: Rohan Weird of the Weird Sisters. Seamus ended up with Drums for Drum-heads by: Piers Voltich and Ron got landed with Rhythm Guitar for the Tone Deaf by: Glenn Edgewood of Voodoo. "These are you're study materials, if you want to back out, now's the time to do it." Harry stated nonchalantly. Neville looked a little nervous, Seamus glared at Harry, "I am not a 'Drum head', Potter!" And Ron just kind of smiled, it was the kind of smile Harry saw out of the corner of his eye when Ron watched Hermione in class. Harry snapped his fingers in front of Ron's face and broke him out of the trance. "So, when do we start?" asked Neville. Turning the pages in the book slowly. "Tomorrow, I've paid for some rooms so study up and tomorrow I'll take you to our new friend and benifactor's shop." Harry bid them good night and went upstairs to practice. Ron went to his room and began to study the book Harry had given him, rhythm guitar, wasn't that sort of like back-up guitar. Was he just Harry's side-kick after all? He flipped through the book and set it on the nightstand next to the bed. Tomorrow was going to be interesting, who was this 'benefactor' Harry said they were going to see? Ron drifted off to sleep and dreamt of Hermione in his old Chudley Cannons tee-shirt and mass quantitys of chocolate.
"Alrigh' lads! Look alive now!" Satyr bellowed, Harry looked at his band mates. They had been together since they were eleven and were now closer than they had ever been. Neville was picking up on the bass as well as he had picked up herbology, Seamus was becomeing quite the drummer and Ron was an amazing guitar player, after a week of practicing every chance they got at Satyr's shop, under the tutelage of the old half-goat himself. Harry couldn't believe the change Satyr went through from sweet, old shop- keeper to hard nosed task-master. "Longbottom, tune your D string it's a little flat, and Seamus tighten the screws up on your snare." Harry was eager to get to school, he hadn't told anyone about this and swore the others to secrecy until the first show. Harry had already made plans to keep the instruments in the Room of Requirement until they were needed, no one but his band mates would be able to get to them. Harry looked down at his father's guitar in his hands, he had been practicing everyday this week and every spare moment of the night. He wondered why his father's guitar had not been given to him along with his parents other things when he turned sixteen. The day he turned sixteen Dumbledore had sent Hagrid to take Harry to his parent's other vault in Gringott's, their personal vault. It was filled with their most prized possesions and everything that could be saved from the ruins of their house. There were photos of them, Harry's old baby clothes, dress robes, jewlery -- including their wedding rings -- and Harry had found a leather jacket in an old trunk and a picture of his father and Sirius on motorcycles, Harry assumed this was the flying motorcycle Sirius used to talk about. Harry still had that picture hanging inside the lid of his trunk, as an homage to his departed father and god father. "Alrigh' lads. Give me one more song and you can go, I know you boys still need to pack for the train tomorrow."
This brought Harry out of his reverie, he had forgotten they had to catch the Hogwarts Express tomorrow. Ron had got a letter from his mum last night informing him that Mr. Weasley had gotten a car from the Ministry to pick them up. Now that Ron's father was the Minister of Magic it was easy for the Order to get information on Voldemort's comings and goings. Mr. Weasley had gotten the position because of his part in the Battle of Scotland, where Voldemort was trying to erect a fortress to strike England from. The Order had gone to stop him and many good witches and wizards lost their lives. Ron's older brother Charlie had been among them, along with Firenze the centaur. The centaurs and giants had decided to side with the Order, along with the leprechans and the veela. But, the Dark Lord's ranks swelled. The dementors and vampires were only the beginning, the goblins had rebelled and sided with the dark lord and he had found a way to bring dragons under his control. That was how Charlie died, there was an aerial battle above the fortress and a Horntail had smashed his Short-snout through a stone wall, killing the dragon and the rider on impact. Harry was shaken out of his thoughts by Satyr's voice. "Come on then, Potter! If your going to be the leader of this rag-tag group of individuals you'd better pay attention."
"Yes, sir." acknowledged Harry. He began to pick the intro to the song, the guitar amplifying itself magically, and stepped up to the mic.
After practice the band went to the Leaky Cauldron and ordered a few butter beers, Tom came back with their orders and turned to Harry, "Mr. Potter is it true?" he asked quietly.
"Is what true, Tom?" asked Harry.
"That yer starting a band." Tom elaborated, Harry nodded and Tom grinned, "So, when can I schedule you to play here?" Tom asked jokingly. Harry sniggared, "Well we aren't quiet ready for that yet, Tom, but you'll be the first to know when we start our world tour." Harry joked. Ron laughed a little and Neville looked pastey. "World tour! No one told me about any world tour!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, shut it, will yeh Nev. Harry joking. Right Harry?" Seamus asked. Harry just kept grinning.
"So," said Tom, "what do you lads call yourselves?" Harry looked at Ron, who looked at Seamus, who looked at Neville, who was as pastey-looking as ever. "You mean you dunnae hav' a name?" asked Tom. "How do you expect have fans if yeh dun hav' a name?"
"How 'bout the Firebolts?" asked Neville, "Nah, we can't use that, it'd be copyright infringement." said Seamus, "How about the Wailing Banshees?"
Ron gave him a weird look, "Aren't Banshees girls? I say we should be the Cannons" Ron smirked. Harry looked around the table, the dim light of the pub glinting off of his glasses. "I say we should call ourselves The Order."
)(Cliff Hanger? Not really. Some people have asked me if I have given up on the Sword of Kuan Ti. I haven't given up, I've just had a lot of stuff to handle and my life has been really weird lately. Expect more chapters to be out soon. Within the next month. Short chapter this time, but I was mostly explaining whats been going on in Harry's world. Poor pastey Neville, I might give him a girlfriend soon. I feel sorry for the little bugger. Expect dark dreams, lust and maybe even some Ron/Hermione in the next few chapters. I just had a great idea for a final chapter, but I won't ruin it for you. Just know, the final chapter of this story and the Sword are written. Chapter title is taken from D-12 and Eminem. Peace. Jay)(
How's It Gonna Be
Chapter II: My Band
By: Jayden Darkholme
"You want to what?!" Ron exclaimed looking increduously at Harry. Harry had just told them his plan and Seamus had taken it the best out of all of them, he had spit his butterbeer out and poor Neville was right in it's path. Ron had turned bright red, the tips of his ears looked like matchsticks and Neville just kind of went pale and muttered under his breath, not noticing that Seamus had ejected butterbeer onto the side of his head. "Harry," Ron started, "You don't know how to play any instruments, and neither do any of us. Think about it mate, with qudditch and the D.A. we don't have time for this." "Ron, trust me, it's handled." Harry pulled a canvas sack from below the table and handed each of them a book. Neville got Bass Guitar: For Those Who Can't Do Much by: Rohan Weird of the Weird Sisters. Seamus ended up with Drums for Drum-heads by: Piers Voltich and Ron got landed with Rhythm Guitar for the Tone Deaf by: Glenn Edgewood of Voodoo. "These are you're study materials, if you want to back out, now's the time to do it." Harry stated nonchalantly. Neville looked a little nervous, Seamus glared at Harry, "I am not a 'Drum head', Potter!" And Ron just kind of smiled, it was the kind of smile Harry saw out of the corner of his eye when Ron watched Hermione in class. Harry snapped his fingers in front of Ron's face and broke him out of the trance. "So, when do we start?" asked Neville. Turning the pages in the book slowly. "Tomorrow, I've paid for some rooms so study up and tomorrow I'll take you to our new friend and benifactor's shop." Harry bid them good night and went upstairs to practice. Ron went to his room and began to study the book Harry had given him, rhythm guitar, wasn't that sort of like back-up guitar. Was he just Harry's side-kick after all? He flipped through the book and set it on the nightstand next to the bed. Tomorrow was going to be interesting, who was this 'benefactor' Harry said they were going to see? Ron drifted off to sleep and dreamt of Hermione in his old Chudley Cannons tee-shirt and mass quantitys of chocolate.
"Alrigh' lads! Look alive now!" Satyr bellowed, Harry looked at his band mates. They had been together since they were eleven and were now closer than they had ever been. Neville was picking up on the bass as well as he had picked up herbology, Seamus was becomeing quite the drummer and Ron was an amazing guitar player, after a week of practicing every chance they got at Satyr's shop, under the tutelage of the old half-goat himself. Harry couldn't believe the change Satyr went through from sweet, old shop- keeper to hard nosed task-master. "Longbottom, tune your D string it's a little flat, and Seamus tighten the screws up on your snare." Harry was eager to get to school, he hadn't told anyone about this and swore the others to secrecy until the first show. Harry had already made plans to keep the instruments in the Room of Requirement until they were needed, no one but his band mates would be able to get to them. Harry looked down at his father's guitar in his hands, he had been practicing everyday this week and every spare moment of the night. He wondered why his father's guitar had not been given to him along with his parents other things when he turned sixteen. The day he turned sixteen Dumbledore had sent Hagrid to take Harry to his parent's other vault in Gringott's, their personal vault. It was filled with their most prized possesions and everything that could be saved from the ruins of their house. There were photos of them, Harry's old baby clothes, dress robes, jewlery -- including their wedding rings -- and Harry had found a leather jacket in an old trunk and a picture of his father and Sirius on motorcycles, Harry assumed this was the flying motorcycle Sirius used to talk about. Harry still had that picture hanging inside the lid of his trunk, as an homage to his departed father and god father. "Alrigh' lads. Give me one more song and you can go, I know you boys still need to pack for the train tomorrow."
This brought Harry out of his reverie, he had forgotten they had to catch the Hogwarts Express tomorrow. Ron had got a letter from his mum last night informing him that Mr. Weasley had gotten a car from the Ministry to pick them up. Now that Ron's father was the Minister of Magic it was easy for the Order to get information on Voldemort's comings and goings. Mr. Weasley had gotten the position because of his part in the Battle of Scotland, where Voldemort was trying to erect a fortress to strike England from. The Order had gone to stop him and many good witches and wizards lost their lives. Ron's older brother Charlie had been among them, along with Firenze the centaur. The centaurs and giants had decided to side with the Order, along with the leprechans and the veela. But, the Dark Lord's ranks swelled. The dementors and vampires were only the beginning, the goblins had rebelled and sided with the dark lord and he had found a way to bring dragons under his control. That was how Charlie died, there was an aerial battle above the fortress and a Horntail had smashed his Short-snout through a stone wall, killing the dragon and the rider on impact. Harry was shaken out of his thoughts by Satyr's voice. "Come on then, Potter! If your going to be the leader of this rag-tag group of individuals you'd better pay attention."
"Yes, sir." acknowledged Harry. He began to pick the intro to the song, the guitar amplifying itself magically, and stepped up to the mic.
After practice the band went to the Leaky Cauldron and ordered a few butter beers, Tom came back with their orders and turned to Harry, "Mr. Potter is it true?" he asked quietly.
"Is what true, Tom?" asked Harry.
"That yer starting a band." Tom elaborated, Harry nodded and Tom grinned, "So, when can I schedule you to play here?" Tom asked jokingly. Harry sniggared, "Well we aren't quiet ready for that yet, Tom, but you'll be the first to know when we start our world tour." Harry joked. Ron laughed a little and Neville looked pastey. "World tour! No one told me about any world tour!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, shut it, will yeh Nev. Harry joking. Right Harry?" Seamus asked. Harry just kept grinning.
"So," said Tom, "what do you lads call yourselves?" Harry looked at Ron, who looked at Seamus, who looked at Neville, who was as pastey-looking as ever. "You mean you dunnae hav' a name?" asked Tom. "How do you expect have fans if yeh dun hav' a name?"
"How 'bout the Firebolts?" asked Neville, "Nah, we can't use that, it'd be copyright infringement." said Seamus, "How about the Wailing Banshees?"
Ron gave him a weird look, "Aren't Banshees girls? I say we should be the Cannons" Ron smirked. Harry looked around the table, the dim light of the pub glinting off of his glasses. "I say we should call ourselves The Order."
)(Cliff Hanger? Not really. Some people have asked me if I have given up on the Sword of Kuan Ti. I haven't given up, I've just had a lot of stuff to handle and my life has been really weird lately. Expect more chapters to be out soon. Within the next month. Short chapter this time, but I was mostly explaining whats been going on in Harry's world. Poor pastey Neville, I might give him a girlfriend soon. I feel sorry for the little bugger. Expect dark dreams, lust and maybe even some Ron/Hermione in the next few chapters. I just had a great idea for a final chapter, but I won't ruin it for you. Just know, the final chapter of this story and the Sword are written. Chapter title is taken from D-12 and Eminem. Peace. Jay)(