"Marsden!" shouted Bellatrix Lestrange as she walked into the Gryffindor Common room. Her nose was wrinkled like she had a disgusting smell under her nose but that was just the smell of the Gryffindors, they reeked of love and kindness. Something that Bellatrix couldn't stand. Her life was all about Pain, torture and darkness. She revelled in the dark arts, she laughed at those that Filch had managed to get his hands on. The screaming and pleading of the younger students was like music to her ears. Unfortunately her master now wanted proper music to be played while they ate and that meant getting the daughter of one of their worst enemies to play for them.

"Marsden!" Bellatrix shouted. The students around her cowered away in fear and darted to their dormitories like terrified fish in a pond. The young blonde girl came running down the stairs.

"Professor Lestrange." She said. Bellatrix could just hear the fear in her voice. It was hard to detect but she'd had a lot of practice.

"Time for your performance." She said. Jenny nodded and started to follow when her friend ran down.

"Jenny, your hair." She said quietly. Jenny put a hand to her hair and frowned.

"Could you-" the red haired girl waved her wand and Jenny's hair was suddenly, clean, straight and a lot brighter then it had been.

"Good luck."

"Come on, the Dark Lord is a patient man but keep him waiting too long and he'll kill Weasley." Bellatrix snapped. Jenny let go of her friend immediately, Love, what a pathetic idea. Jenny followed Bellatrix out of the common room solemnly like she was being led to her death. A smirk appeared on Bellatrix's thin lips.

Meanwhile Jenny closed her eyes, she could easily hear where Bellatrix was and she knew the Hogwarts corridors like the back of her hand. I'm not related to this person, I'm not related to this person. She repeated to herself in her mind,

"The Dark Lord wants you to play for him in the great hall in front of all the teachers." Bellatrix said as they headed down the stairs. I can do this, it's nothing too bad Jenny thought. They walked into the great hall. Jenny saw that there was already a drum kit, a bass guitar and a normal guitar ready for her to charm and a piano for her to play. She felt her nerves tingle with fear. She knew if she got anything wrong then she would be as good as dead. She glanced behind her, I can do this, I can definitely do this, pretend you're at home, playing to Harry. Jenny said as she took a deep breath and went to the piano. But this isn't home, Harry's not here and you're playing in front of the entire staff. Jenny cringed inwardly and sat on the piano stool.

"I want you to play for us. If you aren't as good as I've heard then I will have to kill you." Voldemort said. Jenny stared at the Piano then turned around to charm the Guitar and Drums so that they would play along with her. They would know what songs she wanted to play as the spell linked it to her mind.

"D-do you have any preferences?" Jenny asked Voldemort. She risked looking at him. Why was she so scared, she was rarely this scared, That's a total lie she told herself, You're scared really easily unless Harry, Ginny or mum is around. Jenny swallowed what little saliva was in her mouth.

"Just no Muggle songs." Voldemort said.

"But those are the only ones I can play without music." Jenny said. Voldemort frowned and Jenny could sense the tension rising in the hall.

"Very well. Play Muggle songs if you have to." Voldemort said, "But I am very displeased. Your mother not teaching you the songs of the pure bloods, the wizards, witches. You are a pure blood with if I am not mistaken and I am very disappointed that you've chosen the Muggle world over the wizarding world, you're nothing more then a Mudblood lover, the lowest of the low. We'll have to do something about this. Teach your mother who is better, the muggles or the wizards." Jenny's mouth thinned and she felt some anger rising in her.

"I am not the lowest of the low." Jenny snapped back. What little chatter that was going on among the teachers and deatheaters came to a stop as Jenny snapped back. "There's nothing wrong with liking muggle borns, you're half muggle yourself!" Voldemort stood up and Jenny knew instantly that she'd done the wrong thing. She didn't know what had caused her to snap back.

"What did you say?" Voldemort asked.

"Nothing." Jenny said turning back to her piano. Oh shit, oh shit Jenny repeated in her mind.

"I no longer have any Muggle blood in my body, I left that behind when I left my last body, now play or I will kill you, your boyfriend and your family." Voldemort said. Something shot out of his wand scaring Jenny and she instantly started playing the first thing that came to her head. The drums started lightly while the guitars played the riffs and chords. She glanced at the people listening. She saw Emma and Draco Malfoy sitting with their father at a table and several Slytherins eating and laughing. She stretched the introduction to the song on for a few more bars before she opened her mouth to start singing. The words came out quite quietly at first but her voice got stronger as she continued.

There is something that I see
In the way you look at me
There's a smile, there's a truth
In your eyes

But in an unexpected way
On this unexpected day
Could it mean this is where I belong
It is you I have loved all along

It's no more a mystery, it is finally clear to me
You're the home my heart searched for so long
And it is you I have loved all along

There were times I ran to hide
Afraid to show the other side
Alone in the night without you

But I know just who you are
And I know you hold my heart
Finally this is where I belong
And it is you I have loved all along

It's no more a mystery, it is finally clear to me
You're the home my heart searched for so long
It is you I have loved all along

Over and over I'm filled with emotion
Your love rushes through my veins
And I am filled with the sweetest devotion
As I look into your perfect face

It's no more a mystery, it is finally clear to me
You're the home my heart searched for so long
It is you I have loved
It is you I have loved
It is you I have loved all along

Jenny let out a long breath as she finished the song and put her hands into her lap. She had just made up a song, she could never make up songs, how did she just managed that? She had composed pieces, made up her own music, danced to the beat of her own drum, literally, but she had never made up her own song. She thought back over the lyrics and realised just where they had come from. She took a side glance at the people who were listening. The only people who didn't seem moved were Voldemort and Bellatrix. They just seemed bored.

"Very good, continue." Voldemort said. Jenny glanced at McGonagall who had come out of the trance everyone else seemed to be in and she nodded. Jenny put her hands back onto the piano and tried playing a Muggle song to see if Voldemort could tell. She came to the end of that one and obviously Voldemort didn't notice so she carried on singing the Muggle songs for most of the night.

Ginny was still sitting up in bed when Jenny returned to the dormitory near midnight. When Jenny entered the room she got to her feet and went to Jenny.

"How did it go?" Ginny asked. Jenny let out a cough.

"Ok." She rasped. Her voice was almost completely gone. "Voice dead though." Ginny pouted and gave Jenny a hug.

"Do you want a drink?" Ginny asked. Jenny nodded and started for the water jug but Ginny got there first and poured out a glass of water for Jenny. Jenny was half way through her fairly big sip when Emma walked in humming one of the songs Jenny had sung.

"You were really good." Emma said as she saw Jenny. She risked a small smile, which Jenny returned.

"Thanks." Jenny said, her voice was slightly louder then it had been but it still sounded as thought it was dying slowly. Emma frowned.

"Are you ok?" Emma asked worriedly, why was she so worried, she was never worried about anyone! Jenny finished her drink and nodded.

"I will be." Jenny told her. "I'm going to bed." Jenny quickly got into her bed after changing and pulled the hangings around her shut.

"I thought you didn't care for anyone." Ginny said quietly.

"I don't." Emma said quickly.

"Then why did you ask-"

"I don't know" Emma said, "don't ask me questions, I'm not very good at answering them." Ginny could see a slight panicked look flash through Emma's face. "I'm going to sleep." She said. She changed quickly and went to bed as Ginny got back into her bed.

Jenny lay in the bed with a hand to her throat, why was she lying, her throat was on fire. She had put a spell on herself discretely and it had just managed to last until the end of her very long performance. She thought back on the performance and smiled slightly to herself. She had managed to enchant everyone there except Voldemort and Bellatrix. She had managed to make up her own song, it was amazing, how did she do that. It came from the heart you idiot she told herself. Jenny turned over in the bed and decided the next day she would try and think of some lyrics to put to a piece that she had partially composed in her head while playing the Muggle songs. No one in the hall had known the difference, making the performance a lot easier for Jenny. Jenny closed her eyes and saw Harry's head floating in front of her. She frowned, she didn't know why but since the previous night she'd been a bit more cautious and worried when she thought of Harry.

Why did she feel like that? All they did was kiss a bit and so what if they went a bit further, it was only natural, they hadn't seen each other for a long time. But Jenny wasn't even sixteen yet, how could she feel like that? Could she trust herself around Harry? She desperately wanted to wait until she got married but with Harry around it might be near impossible to do that. Jenny decided that she'd speak to Hermione about it before the week was through. She could trust Ginny but it seemed a better idea to talk to the older, wiser Hermione about it. Plus Hermione was Harry's best friend, maybe she could give Jenny some advice. But what where those song lyrics she had sung? They were from her heart so obviously she mustn't care how old she was she loved Harry, she knew that, she also knew that it was possible that Harry was the One but how could she know for certain she was still really young But that song. Jenny fell asleep feeling not so easy and frowning as she thought of Harry.

A/N:-Ok, I felt like replacing that song because i know a song that would be better but as it's int he original version of this story, i think i'll keep it. It's called It is you (i have loved) by Dana Glover. It's in Shrek, and it's on the soundtrack, i thought it might be good but i prefer the Leanne Rimes song through your eyes, but i've already used that in this story