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written by the band "Third Eye Blind", or any other songs/names/characters
used in this fictional work. Thank you.)( )(A/N: The indentions and
spacing of this story are off because I am too lazy to use anything other
than Microsoft Word, and Microsoft Word doesn't format when you transfer it
i guess. ::Shrugs:: What can I do? I had an eye appointment today, I have
to get glasses! One step closer to "being" Harry. lol. J/K If you would
like a soundtrack to this story please check the bottom of the page.)(
How's It Gonna Be
Chapter III: Crystal Clear
By: Jayden Darkholme
Harry strode into his room and grabbed a handful of floo powder from the vase on the mantle and threw it into the fireplace, the flames flicked emerald green and he called out, "Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." A few seconds later he saw his ancient professor's head glowing around the embers. "Oh! Hello, Harry! My you've grown this summer, lad!" Harry smiled at his mentor. "Professor, I was wondering something." Albus' grin died some "Now, Harry, you know I cannot help you with your assignments. I-" "No, Professor," Harry cut him off, "it's nothing like that. I was wondering if you would let my band play during the opening ceremony, maybe before the feast?" Albus beamed at him. "Why, of course, Harry! I'd be happy to arrange-" Albus stopped and thought for a second. "Now, this isn't one of those hippty-hop bands Muggles listen to nowadays is it?" "No, Professor," said Harry, "Strictly rock and roll. I would appreciate you not informing any of the students until the feast, though." "Of course, I'll arrange to have your band and your things transported to the castle before the train gets here so you can set up. Talk to Tom in the morning." Harry nodded and grinned. "Thank you, Professor." Dumbledore's expression changed to one of a concerned parent. "How are you, Harry?" he asked. "I'm fine, professor, really. I'll see you tomorrow." Harry turned away from the fire and got into bed. He would pack his things in the morning after he talked to Tom.
Harry looked out the curtain on the Great Hall of Hogwarts, this was it. He had been waiting for this for a month, Dumbledore had agreed to let his band play the Beginning of the Year Feast, and now after twenty minutes of set up and preperation they were ready. Harry watched the soaking wet students enter, looking disgruntled at the extra wait after being on the train all day. He saw Hermione sit down next to Ginny and Luna, no one knew about them. She was probably asking Ginny what happend to Ron, Ginny would just shrug and say he had gone to London to stay with friends for a month. Harry found himself staring at Ginny, she had changed a lot over the summer, he hadn't really noticed her until the end of last year. He smiled at the way the light reflected off of her blazing red hair, streaking it with bronze and gold. "Harry!" he turned and saw ron and his band mates, Seamus was twirling a drumstick and Neville was strapping on his canary yellow bass. "Alright, mates." Harry started, "this is it, the moment we've practiced for, the moment we've waited for. So let's go out there and show them we are more than magicians, we're musicians." Seamus grinned, and took his place behind the drums. A black hippogriff on a purple background carrying the words "The Order" in it's razor sharp beak was emblazoned on the head of the bass drum. Seamus was wearing a black muggle tee shirt sporting a band called 'The Clash' on the front and jeans, Ron wore an orange Chudley Cannons shirt and his uniform slacks, Neville had borrowed a shirt from Seamus that was a button up with the sleeves ripped off and Harry had used a spell to spike up his hair, he wore a red jersey with the words "Griffindor House Team" in gold. Harry strapped on the guitar and looked over at Dumbledore. "We're ready, Professor."
"And I would like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students." Harry listened to Dumbledore wind down his usual speech. This was it, now or never. He felt as if he was going to vomit. "And without further ado, I would like to present you with a special treat, a young man I admire for his bravery and a very talented group all together. Ladies and Gentlemen I give you, Harry Potter and The Order." A series of things happened in a short amount of time, the curtain dropped, the teachers cleared away the head table on the dias and many whispers and laughs began to grow louder and louder in Harry's ears. He stepped up to the microphone he had brought from Satyr's, knowing he could have just cast a sonorus charm, but liked things the muggle way. He looked down at Ginny and Hermione, Ginny sat with her mouth gaping and Hermione had a frozen look of amazment on her face. Harry grinned, still feeling as if he would vomit. "This one is called 'Crystal Baller' and I'd like to thank Madame Trelawney and a special person, who will remain nameless, for the inspiration." He looked down and began the slow lead in on his guitar. He looked up and several people had already come closer to the stage, he looked at Ginny and took a deep breath. I close my eyes and I see a freak
I think it's me and I'm afraid to speak
I keep on going from week to weakness way out in a line.
I dream of lives we could have had before
But the heat is broke down open doorways.
Friends of yours will tell me more what happens in your mind. Harry had closed his eyes, feeling the rhythm of the guitar flow through his body. Seamus had started in with the drums and the beat of the song changed from slow ballad into a driving tune. He thought of the insiration for this song, watching Ginny out of the corner of his eye last year while doing his divination homework and predicting his untimely demise at the paws of rabid otters. He smiled. Can we try and take the high road
Though we don't know where it ends
I want to be your Crystal Baller
I want to show you how it ends Harry ventured to open his eyes, there were many people in front of the stage, bouncing and swaying with the music. He turned his gaze to Malfoy and his motley Slytherin posse, they weren't the only ones at the table, but they had been one of the few groups to remain sitting. Macramé queens in the afternoon
And I'm in tune or did I speak too soon
Punch drunk on somebody's joke
What happened to the time
A footnote in your dance of days
In my mind that record still plays
Still wonder what the fuck it says, hoping there is time There were a few gasps from the professors when Harry had said the dreaded "F-word", but he just continued, he would deal with the critics later. Can we try and take the high road
Though we don't know where it ends
I want to be your Crystal Baller
I can show you how it ends Harry heard Ron and Neville's voices behind his own, but now he was focused. He gained that clarity only when playing his music, he could feel every note, every sound, every movement. Can we talk about tomorrow
And the promise that it brings
I want to be your Crystal Baller
I want to show everything I like the way it was before
I like the way it was before In the moment you were screaming at me I must have been somebody else
And the patrons of the pub keep singing He looked down, now Draco and his band of Slytherins were the only ones not danceing or jumping up and down. Hermione had her eyes locked on Ron's, Harry searched the crowd and found a pair of big brown eyes on his. Harry smiled at her and then looked back into the crowd. Macramé queens in the afternoon
And I'm in tune or did I speak too soon
Punch drunk on somebody's joke
what happened to the time I dream of lives we could have had before
where the heat is broke down open doorways
Like waiting for a trick to score, It seems that way some times
I wonder where were all going, I'm homesick for your primal knowing
I wonder why the wind keeps blowing you through my mind This was it, aside from Quidditch he knew he was born to play, to perform, he loved the attention. Not because he was the "fameous" Harry Potter, but because he was good at what he was doing. He loved this feeling. Try and take the high road
Remember we were friends
I want to be your Crystal Baller
I want to be your diamond ring The one I never gave you and the promise that it brings
Let me be your Crystal Baller
I will show you everything.
I'll be your Crystal Baller Harry looked down at Ginny, he heard the thunderous applause and felt his band mates slapping him on the back, but his eyes were locked on hers. She smiled and he smiled back, but, unknown to them a brother watched the display with disgust. )(A/N)( So, The Order has had their first gig, and Ron gets slightly ticked, tune in next time to see the reactions Jay)(
)(Soundtrack:)(
Third Eye Blind -
Narcolepsy
Losing A Whole Year
How's It Gonna Be
Graduation
Background
Jumper
Blinded
Crystal Baller Hanson -
Penny and Me
If Only
This Time Around Lifehouse -
Hanging By A Moment The Calling -
Our Lives
Unstoppable
Wherever You Will Go Matchbox Twenty -
If You're Gone
Disease
Unwell
Time After Time (cover) New Found Glory -
Head On Collision
My Friends Over You
Everything I Do, I Do It For You (cover) )(A/N: If You want more email me, or if you have suggestions I'll be happy to hear them.)(
Chapter III: Crystal Clear
By: Jayden Darkholme
Harry strode into his room and grabbed a handful of floo powder from the vase on the mantle and threw it into the fireplace, the flames flicked emerald green and he called out, "Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." A few seconds later he saw his ancient professor's head glowing around the embers. "Oh! Hello, Harry! My you've grown this summer, lad!" Harry smiled at his mentor. "Professor, I was wondering something." Albus' grin died some "Now, Harry, you know I cannot help you with your assignments. I-" "No, Professor," Harry cut him off, "it's nothing like that. I was wondering if you would let my band play during the opening ceremony, maybe before the feast?" Albus beamed at him. "Why, of course, Harry! I'd be happy to arrange-" Albus stopped and thought for a second. "Now, this isn't one of those hippty-hop bands Muggles listen to nowadays is it?" "No, Professor," said Harry, "Strictly rock and roll. I would appreciate you not informing any of the students until the feast, though." "Of course, I'll arrange to have your band and your things transported to the castle before the train gets here so you can set up. Talk to Tom in the morning." Harry nodded and grinned. "Thank you, Professor." Dumbledore's expression changed to one of a concerned parent. "How are you, Harry?" he asked. "I'm fine, professor, really. I'll see you tomorrow." Harry turned away from the fire and got into bed. He would pack his things in the morning after he talked to Tom.
Harry looked out the curtain on the Great Hall of Hogwarts, this was it. He had been waiting for this for a month, Dumbledore had agreed to let his band play the Beginning of the Year Feast, and now after twenty minutes of set up and preperation they were ready. Harry watched the soaking wet students enter, looking disgruntled at the extra wait after being on the train all day. He saw Hermione sit down next to Ginny and Luna, no one knew about them. She was probably asking Ginny what happend to Ron, Ginny would just shrug and say he had gone to London to stay with friends for a month. Harry found himself staring at Ginny, she had changed a lot over the summer, he hadn't really noticed her until the end of last year. He smiled at the way the light reflected off of her blazing red hair, streaking it with bronze and gold. "Harry!" he turned and saw ron and his band mates, Seamus was twirling a drumstick and Neville was strapping on his canary yellow bass. "Alright, mates." Harry started, "this is it, the moment we've practiced for, the moment we've waited for. So let's go out there and show them we are more than magicians, we're musicians." Seamus grinned, and took his place behind the drums. A black hippogriff on a purple background carrying the words "The Order" in it's razor sharp beak was emblazoned on the head of the bass drum. Seamus was wearing a black muggle tee shirt sporting a band called 'The Clash' on the front and jeans, Ron wore an orange Chudley Cannons shirt and his uniform slacks, Neville had borrowed a shirt from Seamus that was a button up with the sleeves ripped off and Harry had used a spell to spike up his hair, he wore a red jersey with the words "Griffindor House Team" in gold. Harry strapped on the guitar and looked over at Dumbledore. "We're ready, Professor."
"And I would like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students." Harry listened to Dumbledore wind down his usual speech. This was it, now or never. He felt as if he was going to vomit. "And without further ado, I would like to present you with a special treat, a young man I admire for his bravery and a very talented group all together. Ladies and Gentlemen I give you, Harry Potter and The Order." A series of things happened in a short amount of time, the curtain dropped, the teachers cleared away the head table on the dias and many whispers and laughs began to grow louder and louder in Harry's ears. He stepped up to the microphone he had brought from Satyr's, knowing he could have just cast a sonorus charm, but liked things the muggle way. He looked down at Ginny and Hermione, Ginny sat with her mouth gaping and Hermione had a frozen look of amazment on her face. Harry grinned, still feeling as if he would vomit. "This one is called 'Crystal Baller' and I'd like to thank Madame Trelawney and a special person, who will remain nameless, for the inspiration." He looked down and began the slow lead in on his guitar. He looked up and several people had already come closer to the stage, he looked at Ginny and took a deep breath. I close my eyes and I see a freak
I think it's me and I'm afraid to speak
I keep on going from week to weakness way out in a line.
I dream of lives we could have had before
But the heat is broke down open doorways.
Friends of yours will tell me more what happens in your mind. Harry had closed his eyes, feeling the rhythm of the guitar flow through his body. Seamus had started in with the drums and the beat of the song changed from slow ballad into a driving tune. He thought of the insiration for this song, watching Ginny out of the corner of his eye last year while doing his divination homework and predicting his untimely demise at the paws of rabid otters. He smiled. Can we try and take the high road
Though we don't know where it ends
I want to be your Crystal Baller
I want to show you how it ends Harry ventured to open his eyes, there were many people in front of the stage, bouncing and swaying with the music. He turned his gaze to Malfoy and his motley Slytherin posse, they weren't the only ones at the table, but they had been one of the few groups to remain sitting. Macramé queens in the afternoon
And I'm in tune or did I speak too soon
Punch drunk on somebody's joke
What happened to the time
A footnote in your dance of days
In my mind that record still plays
Still wonder what the fuck it says, hoping there is time There were a few gasps from the professors when Harry had said the dreaded "F-word", but he just continued, he would deal with the critics later. Can we try and take the high road
Though we don't know where it ends
I want to be your Crystal Baller
I can show you how it ends Harry heard Ron and Neville's voices behind his own, but now he was focused. He gained that clarity only when playing his music, he could feel every note, every sound, every movement. Can we talk about tomorrow
And the promise that it brings
I want to be your Crystal Baller
I want to show everything I like the way it was before
I like the way it was before In the moment you were screaming at me I must have been somebody else
And the patrons of the pub keep singing He looked down, now Draco and his band of Slytherins were the only ones not danceing or jumping up and down. Hermione had her eyes locked on Ron's, Harry searched the crowd and found a pair of big brown eyes on his. Harry smiled at her and then looked back into the crowd. Macramé queens in the afternoon
And I'm in tune or did I speak too soon
Punch drunk on somebody's joke
what happened to the time I dream of lives we could have had before
where the heat is broke down open doorways
Like waiting for a trick to score, It seems that way some times
I wonder where were all going, I'm homesick for your primal knowing
I wonder why the wind keeps blowing you through my mind This was it, aside from Quidditch he knew he was born to play, to perform, he loved the attention. Not because he was the "fameous" Harry Potter, but because he was good at what he was doing. He loved this feeling. Try and take the high road
Remember we were friends
I want to be your Crystal Baller
I want to be your diamond ring The one I never gave you and the promise that it brings
Let me be your Crystal Baller
I will show you everything.
I'll be your Crystal Baller Harry looked down at Ginny, he heard the thunderous applause and felt his band mates slapping him on the back, but his eyes were locked on hers. She smiled and he smiled back, but, unknown to them a brother watched the display with disgust. )(A/N)( So, The Order has had their first gig, and Ron gets slightly ticked, tune in next time to see the reactions Jay)(
)(Soundtrack:)(
Third Eye Blind -
Narcolepsy
Losing A Whole Year
How's It Gonna Be
Graduation
Background
Jumper
Blinded
Crystal Baller Hanson -
Penny and Me
If Only
This Time Around Lifehouse -
Hanging By A Moment The Calling -
Our Lives
Unstoppable
Wherever You Will Go Matchbox Twenty -
If You're Gone
Disease
Unwell
Time After Time (cover) New Found Glory -
Head On Collision
My Friends Over You
Everything I Do, I Do It For You (cover) )(A/N: If You want more email me, or if you have suggestions I'll be happy to hear them.)(