Harry Potter, LP, and the Sixth Year
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own and thing close to Linkin Park. Please don't take my story and re-write it and claim it as your own, that's called plagiarism. I only own the plot.
:Reviews:
mzatt: wow a new reader . Thanks. I'm glad that you like this story so far...
wolfen-alysha-draco-dragon: aww sorry for leaving it there. I just felt like being that type of author who would just leave her reviewers in a small cliffy .
A/N: yeah sorry for that last chapter being super small lol.
Summary: it's Harry Potter's 6th year my way. OotP spoilers. There's a vampire, Harry in a rock band (Linkin Park songs, not a songfic), and hopefully more...
Last Time
When he looked down, there were creatures. They all were wearing rags, hair in tangles, pale faces and arms that were trying to get him, and their eyes, was what frightened him the most, all blood-red. Like Voldermort's but with less life in them. He shut his eyes just knowing that he'll reach them and that they'll tear him apart.
Instead of feeling, hands grabbing at him he felt ...
He felt something soft yet firm beneath him. Those were not the feeling of hands grabbing at him. He was lying on his stomach. He felt something move near his feet, like a person shifting their weight.
He was in an unfamiliar place. Paranoia levels were rising and so was the fear, but he kept still. He heard a conversation going on.
"How about we go with 144 beats per minute instead of 77 beats per minute?" one of them asked.
"But I like it at 77 beats Mike," said the other.
"But I think it will sound better at 144 beats per minute," said the first voice, Mike.
"Mike, Brad, stop arguing about that. Let's work on it later. You might wake him up you know," said a soft, distressed voice.
"Fine," said both of them.
"So when do you think that Joe will be back with those subs?" asked Brad.
"Dunno. Hope that person didn't get to him too," said another, the voice was a bit closer to him, near his feet.
"But Phoenix, I don't think it will comeback, hopefully," said Mike.
"Yeah. We're safe here aren't we?" asked Phoenix.
"Yes Phoenix we are," said Mike.
"So what do you think happened?" asked Phoenix.
"We don't know Phoenix," said an irritated Mike.
"How did he-,"but before he could answer Mike threw something at him," I'll go start writing down some bass parts in some of the songs."
"That would be nice," said a happier Mike.
After a few minutes of silence, Harry started to get a little uncomfortable lying on his stomach, but before he moved, one of them said something.
"Doesn't he sort of look familiar?" asked someone near him, probably on a hair, on his left.
"Sort of," said Mike.
"Hmm...wasn't he wearing different clothes earlier and he was with this fat man and a horse-faced, skinny woman?" asked Brad.
"No, that couldn't be him. I mean they were completely different guys. One had a mushroom haircut, much like the one you had a high school Mike, and our guy here has spiked hair," said Mike.
"Well I guess we'll never know, now will we?" Rob said mysteriously.
Before anyone can answer, someone banged at the door. Someone might have jumped from the surprise knocking and one held his breath.
Again someone knocked. No one moved.
"Open up, its immigration. Hello?" said someone in a very cheesy English accent. Someone opened the door.
"Geez Joe, don't do that again," said a relieved Mike.
"Well how was I supposed to know? Well I got your subs and I got him one also. Aren't I nice?" said Joe.
"No nope really," said Mike.
"Nope," said Brad.
"You nice? That's hilarious Joe, "said Rob.
"How do you know that word?" asked Phoenix.
"Oh thanks for your support guys," Joe said sarcastically.
"Yup, no problem," they said.
So for a while all Harry could hear was the sound of tapping of both someone's foot and hand, the sub wrappers, the sound of someone taking a bite of the sub, and then the pacing.
"Hey, can I poke him with that microphone stand there?" asked Joe.
"No you ca-,"but before Mike could finish someone interrupted him.
"Yeah do it Joe. I dare you to," Brad said mischievously.
Joe, finished eating his sub, crossed half way across the room, tool the microphone stand, crossed back to the couch where Harry was, and poked him. More like he gave Harry a bit of a rough nudge because Phoenix tripped him a bit.
"Oh shit," said Joe.
Do tell me how this chapter went...well it's 3:14am right now...think I might go to sleep now...lol I work best when I am sleepy and have LP on lol
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own and thing close to Linkin Park. Please don't take my story and re-write it and claim it as your own, that's called plagiarism. I only own the plot.
:Reviews:
mzatt: wow a new reader . Thanks. I'm glad that you like this story so far...
wolfen-alysha-draco-dragon: aww sorry for leaving it there. I just felt like being that type of author who would just leave her reviewers in a small cliffy .
A/N: yeah sorry for that last chapter being super small lol.
Summary: it's Harry Potter's 6th year my way. OotP spoilers. There's a vampire, Harry in a rock band (Linkin Park songs, not a songfic), and hopefully more...
Last Time
When he looked down, there were creatures. They all were wearing rags, hair in tangles, pale faces and arms that were trying to get him, and their eyes, was what frightened him the most, all blood-red. Like Voldermort's but with less life in them. He shut his eyes just knowing that he'll reach them and that they'll tear him apart.
Instead of feeling, hands grabbing at him he felt ...
He felt something soft yet firm beneath him. Those were not the feeling of hands grabbing at him. He was lying on his stomach. He felt something move near his feet, like a person shifting their weight.
He was in an unfamiliar place. Paranoia levels were rising and so was the fear, but he kept still. He heard a conversation going on.
"How about we go with 144 beats per minute instead of 77 beats per minute?" one of them asked.
"But I like it at 77 beats Mike," said the other.
"But I think it will sound better at 144 beats per minute," said the first voice, Mike.
"Mike, Brad, stop arguing about that. Let's work on it later. You might wake him up you know," said a soft, distressed voice.
"Fine," said both of them.
"So when do you think that Joe will be back with those subs?" asked Brad.
"Dunno. Hope that person didn't get to him too," said another, the voice was a bit closer to him, near his feet.
"But Phoenix, I don't think it will comeback, hopefully," said Mike.
"Yeah. We're safe here aren't we?" asked Phoenix.
"Yes Phoenix we are," said Mike.
"So what do you think happened?" asked Phoenix.
"We don't know Phoenix," said an irritated Mike.
"How did he-,"but before he could answer Mike threw something at him," I'll go start writing down some bass parts in some of the songs."
"That would be nice," said a happier Mike.
After a few minutes of silence, Harry started to get a little uncomfortable lying on his stomach, but before he moved, one of them said something.
"Doesn't he sort of look familiar?" asked someone near him, probably on a hair, on his left.
"Sort of," said Mike.
"Hmm...wasn't he wearing different clothes earlier and he was with this fat man and a horse-faced, skinny woman?" asked Brad.
"No, that couldn't be him. I mean they were completely different guys. One had a mushroom haircut, much like the one you had a high school Mike, and our guy here has spiked hair," said Mike.
"Well I guess we'll never know, now will we?" Rob said mysteriously.
Before anyone can answer, someone banged at the door. Someone might have jumped from the surprise knocking and one held his breath.
Again someone knocked. No one moved.
"Open up, its immigration. Hello?" said someone in a very cheesy English accent. Someone opened the door.
"Geez Joe, don't do that again," said a relieved Mike.
"Well how was I supposed to know? Well I got your subs and I got him one also. Aren't I nice?" said Joe.
"No nope really," said Mike.
"Nope," said Brad.
"You nice? That's hilarious Joe, "said Rob.
"How do you know that word?" asked Phoenix.
"Oh thanks for your support guys," Joe said sarcastically.
"Yup, no problem," they said.
So for a while all Harry could hear was the sound of tapping of both someone's foot and hand, the sub wrappers, the sound of someone taking a bite of the sub, and then the pacing.
"Hey, can I poke him with that microphone stand there?" asked Joe.
"No you ca-,"but before Mike could finish someone interrupted him.
"Yeah do it Joe. I dare you to," Brad said mischievously.
Joe, finished eating his sub, crossed half way across the room, tool the microphone stand, crossed back to the couch where Harry was, and poked him. More like he gave Harry a bit of a rough nudge because Phoenix tripped him a bit.
"Oh shit," said Joe.
Do tell me how this chapter went...well it's 3:14am right now...think I might go to sleep now...lol I work best when I am sleepy and have LP on lol