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:
wolfen-alysha-draco-dragon: wow I feel really honored to have you reading my story and reviewing my story :)
lunakatrina: lol that's okay. Yeah you got that right so far lol. But in the first chapter he was bit just a little, but I didn't want it to be as opened or presented like that as I did in the last chapter. Wow that is freaky. I know the clothes there are expensive, that's why I mostly go to the clearance spot bows head in shame yeah I guess money doesn't grow out of trees anymore lol. Hmm...you could try Khols (sp?), K mart, and any other store that isn't usually expensive lol (that's where I go sometimes) Ok you keep on writing great fanfics also lol. ttyl
Serpent of Light: Yeah...somehow I could only think best at night oO lol. Nah it's not weird, it's our inspiration time thingy lol. Yeah lol I've been thinking that I made them too small for all of your big appetites. My friend kept on telling me that I should of made them longer...well tell me if this chapter is still too short. Wittiness is fun indeed. Okay I'll check your story out :). I'll review it there.
A/N: hey so how is everyone doing? Hope everything and everyone is doing fine :). Yay I got my presale tickets for the Projekt Revolution Tour. July 26,2004 I can't wait oh wait I can lol. Well I'm in the LPST now so I can officially promote
LP now, instead of telling people about them by mouth and fliers and stuff... Carrie if you are reading this I think that you should join the LPU. lol is that the hundredth time I asked you that? Well have fun reading this chapter; I sort of had a writer's block. Okay Harry's not really transformed yet to a vampire yet, you'll know if he will ever be a full vampire...
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
"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.
Well while the guys were eating their subs, Harry fell asleep. It wasn't like that nightmare that he had earlier; it was a bit more pleasant.
There was a meadow, a field of flowers, a few hills, and willow trees next to the meadow. Harry felt a soothing breeze go past him and he turned his head the way the breeze left.
When he opened his eyes, he saw three figures near the meadow. As he walked closer to them (he was on top of one of the hills), he saw that two of them had dark hair and the other had long red hair. As he got closer, he heard laughter and them talking.
Once he realized who they were, he paused mid-step and gasped. He might have gasped too loudly because they stopped and they turned to look at him. Harry didn't know what to do: just stand there or go to them? Then, as he was about to get closer to them, his side started hurting...
...And he woke up to reality. At first he wondered where he was, he didn't hear Uncle Vernon or Dudley walking downstairs nor did he hear Aunt Petunia's shrilly voice. Then he opened his eyes. His surroundings didn't look the same either. Then he closed his eyes again, thinking that it was just a dream and he opened his eyes again. Nothing changed except for a now uncomfortable silence and stillness in the air.
He turned his body around to face whoever was there. 4 staring faces greeted him. "They looked familiar," he said to himself. Then it hit him, like a wave hitting a rock, the guys looking for a singer.
Something wasn't right. Besides the fact that they were staring at him and he was staring at them back. "There's only four right here. Wasn't there five? I wonder where he went." Harry didn't know but he voiced his last statement out loud. Then he noticed that two of them had their eyes averted away from him and to the floor underneath him.
Then Harry turned his body and looked down and noticed the fifth member guy lying on the floor.
"What are you doing there?" he asked the one on the floor.
"Oh nothing much, just looking at the lovely ceiling tiles up there," Joe said sarcastically.
"Oh have fun down there. Do you mind moving a bit? I want to get up," Harry said politely.
Joe got up from the floor slowly, using the microphone stand to help him up. Harry saw the microphone stand and started rubbing his back, where it jabbed into him, it still was a bit of pain and he was sure there might be a bruise there later on.
As he got up, he felt a bit light headed and fell to the couch again with closed eyes.
"Are you okay?" asked Mike.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Honestly," Harry said softly. He opened his eyes and the world around him spinning about, like on a carousel, but he could only fool himself for so long. He closed his eyes again and this time he opened them slowly. He also got off from the couch a bit more slowly. This time he didn't feel as lightheaded as last time.
"So who are you guys?" Harry asked them.
"We are an American band looking for a singer. We're known as Xero for
now," Joe said.
"I meant your names," Harry said amused by all this.
"I'm Mike."
"I'm Brad."
"I'm Dave."
"I'm Rob."
"And I'm Joe."
After the introductions were made, he shook all of their hands. Still his surroundings didn't seem familiar.
"What happened?" he asked very confused.
"Don't you remember?" asked Dave (Phoenix).
"I thought I was just finishing my french fries."
"Or Freedom Fries, as they call it here now," Joe interrupted.
Harry laughed at that. He really thought how strange it was to change it from french fries to freedom fries. To him they will always be french fries.
"Well I was finishing my french fries and then the power went out and then mayhem," he said. It felt like he was forgetting something, but he couldn't remember what.
"Is there anything else?" asked Rob.
"No I don't think so," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Well the first aid dude said that he did have a small bump to the head because that small amount of blood loss," Joe said.
"Blood loss and a bump to the head? What are you talking about?" Harry said really confused and then it hit him ...again. "Oh. That strange man was there, he told me to stay really still," Harry said trying to remember. "I think that's it." Then he put one of his hands behind his neck and he felt the bandage part on.
"Here the first aid guy said for you to have cookies, "Brad said. Brad turned his body to the table, where they were eating at and saw an empty plate, "which have disappeared right now."
"Forget about the cookies, I can survive without them," Harry said.
"But he said--," Brad started to say before Harry interrupted him.
"As much as I love cookies, I don't feel like eating right now," Harry said with a note of finality. "So where are we? What happened?"
"We are in the workers lounge and the mall is going through lock down. They are searching for that mad man who attacked you and for any other people," Mike said.
"Wait a minute. What time is it?" Harry asked anxiously.
"Just about a quarter after five. Why?" asked Brad.
"Bloody hell. I'm late and they forgot to take me with them," he said miserably.
"Who?" asked Rob.
"My aunt and uncle."
"Nah that's okay. I'll drive you home. In the mean time, do you wanna help us with some lyrics?" Mike told him.
"Sure," Harry said unsure of what to do.
Mike gave him a notebook with pages of lyrics.
"Just pick one, while we work on the instrument parts. Okay?" Mike asked him and he walked over to the couch with the other guys.
"Okay," Harry said and he flipped the notebook to the middle of the notebook. He started changing words, moving them about, adding words and taking a few words out as well for the next 26 minutes.
"Hey you guys. I'm finished," he said. They walked over to him. Harry handed them the notebook and Mike was the first one to see it.
Where should I start
Disjointed heart
I've got no commitment
To my own flesh and blood
Left all alone
Far from my home
No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, I
Keep it locked up inside
Cannot express
To the point I've regressed
If anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed, I
Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies
It's too late to love me now
You helped me to show me
It's too late to love me now
You don't take a word in
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness
Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midriff
Dark all I do embark the shadows
Involved with my thought catalog, analogue, rap catalog
Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistence
The twisted web of tangled lies
Strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste
And I'm forced to face these hate crimes
Against the state of being
Feeling the weight- less -ness pressed between the ceiling
Reeling around room
Riding a bubble of sound proof
It's the frequency making you
S-Shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction
Ignoring and drinking musical gas fume euphoria
The sound pounds to make the dead flush
To have you a head rush with red rhymes and said stuff After they all seen it, they looked at him with their mouths open.
So how do you guys like this chapter? Thanks Carrie for helping me get out my little writers block. If you didn't know that was And One by Xero. I also heard it was the first song that Chester helped them out with when he first joined the band.
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:
wolfen-alysha-draco-dragon: wow I feel really honored to have you reading my story and reviewing my story :)
lunakatrina: lol that's okay. Yeah you got that right so far lol. But in the first chapter he was bit just a little, but I didn't want it to be as opened or presented like that as I did in the last chapter. Wow that is freaky. I know the clothes there are expensive, that's why I mostly go to the clearance spot bows head in shame yeah I guess money doesn't grow out of trees anymore lol. Hmm...you could try Khols (sp?), K mart, and any other store that isn't usually expensive lol (that's where I go sometimes) Ok you keep on writing great fanfics also lol. ttyl
Serpent of Light: Yeah...somehow I could only think best at night oO lol. Nah it's not weird, it's our inspiration time thingy lol. Yeah lol I've been thinking that I made them too small for all of your big appetites. My friend kept on telling me that I should of made them longer...well tell me if this chapter is still too short. Wittiness is fun indeed. Okay I'll check your story out :). I'll review it there.
A/N: hey so how is everyone doing? Hope everything and everyone is doing fine :). Yay I got my presale tickets for the Projekt Revolution Tour. July 26,2004 I can't wait oh wait I can lol. Well I'm in the LPST now so I can officially promote
LP now, instead of telling people about them by mouth and fliers and stuff... Carrie if you are reading this I think that you should join the LPU. lol is that the hundredth time I asked you that? Well have fun reading this chapter; I sort of had a writer's block. Okay Harry's not really transformed yet to a vampire yet, you'll know if he will ever be a full vampire...
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
"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.
Well while the guys were eating their subs, Harry fell asleep. It wasn't like that nightmare that he had earlier; it was a bit more pleasant.
There was a meadow, a field of flowers, a few hills, and willow trees next to the meadow. Harry felt a soothing breeze go past him and he turned his head the way the breeze left.
When he opened his eyes, he saw three figures near the meadow. As he walked closer to them (he was on top of one of the hills), he saw that two of them had dark hair and the other had long red hair. As he got closer, he heard laughter and them talking.
Once he realized who they were, he paused mid-step and gasped. He might have gasped too loudly because they stopped and they turned to look at him. Harry didn't know what to do: just stand there or go to them? Then, as he was about to get closer to them, his side started hurting...
...And he woke up to reality. At first he wondered where he was, he didn't hear Uncle Vernon or Dudley walking downstairs nor did he hear Aunt Petunia's shrilly voice. Then he opened his eyes. His surroundings didn't look the same either. Then he closed his eyes again, thinking that it was just a dream and he opened his eyes again. Nothing changed except for a now uncomfortable silence and stillness in the air.
He turned his body around to face whoever was there. 4 staring faces greeted him. "They looked familiar," he said to himself. Then it hit him, like a wave hitting a rock, the guys looking for a singer.
Something wasn't right. Besides the fact that they were staring at him and he was staring at them back. "There's only four right here. Wasn't there five? I wonder where he went." Harry didn't know but he voiced his last statement out loud. Then he noticed that two of them had their eyes averted away from him and to the floor underneath him.
Then Harry turned his body and looked down and noticed the fifth member guy lying on the floor.
"What are you doing there?" he asked the one on the floor.
"Oh nothing much, just looking at the lovely ceiling tiles up there," Joe said sarcastically.
"Oh have fun down there. Do you mind moving a bit? I want to get up," Harry said politely.
Joe got up from the floor slowly, using the microphone stand to help him up. Harry saw the microphone stand and started rubbing his back, where it jabbed into him, it still was a bit of pain and he was sure there might be a bruise there later on.
As he got up, he felt a bit light headed and fell to the couch again with closed eyes.
"Are you okay?" asked Mike.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Honestly," Harry said softly. He opened his eyes and the world around him spinning about, like on a carousel, but he could only fool himself for so long. He closed his eyes again and this time he opened them slowly. He also got off from the couch a bit more slowly. This time he didn't feel as lightheaded as last time.
"So who are you guys?" Harry asked them.
"We are an American band looking for a singer. We're known as Xero for
now," Joe said.
"I meant your names," Harry said amused by all this.
"I'm Mike."
"I'm Brad."
"I'm Dave."
"I'm Rob."
"And I'm Joe."
After the introductions were made, he shook all of their hands. Still his surroundings didn't seem familiar.
"What happened?" he asked very confused.
"Don't you remember?" asked Dave (Phoenix).
"I thought I was just finishing my french fries."
"Or Freedom Fries, as they call it here now," Joe interrupted.
Harry laughed at that. He really thought how strange it was to change it from french fries to freedom fries. To him they will always be french fries.
"Well I was finishing my french fries and then the power went out and then mayhem," he said. It felt like he was forgetting something, but he couldn't remember what.
"Is there anything else?" asked Rob.
"No I don't think so," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Well the first aid dude said that he did have a small bump to the head because that small amount of blood loss," Joe said.
"Blood loss and a bump to the head? What are you talking about?" Harry said really confused and then it hit him ...again. "Oh. That strange man was there, he told me to stay really still," Harry said trying to remember. "I think that's it." Then he put one of his hands behind his neck and he felt the bandage part on.
"Here the first aid guy said for you to have cookies, "Brad said. Brad turned his body to the table, where they were eating at and saw an empty plate, "which have disappeared right now."
"Forget about the cookies, I can survive without them," Harry said.
"But he said--," Brad started to say before Harry interrupted him.
"As much as I love cookies, I don't feel like eating right now," Harry said with a note of finality. "So where are we? What happened?"
"We are in the workers lounge and the mall is going through lock down. They are searching for that mad man who attacked you and for any other people," Mike said.
"Wait a minute. What time is it?" Harry asked anxiously.
"Just about a quarter after five. Why?" asked Brad.
"Bloody hell. I'm late and they forgot to take me with them," he said miserably.
"Who?" asked Rob.
"My aunt and uncle."
"Nah that's okay. I'll drive you home. In the mean time, do you wanna help us with some lyrics?" Mike told him.
"Sure," Harry said unsure of what to do.
Mike gave him a notebook with pages of lyrics.
"Just pick one, while we work on the instrument parts. Okay?" Mike asked him and he walked over to the couch with the other guys.
"Okay," Harry said and he flipped the notebook to the middle of the notebook. He started changing words, moving them about, adding words and taking a few words out as well for the next 26 minutes.
"Hey you guys. I'm finished," he said. They walked over to him. Harry handed them the notebook and Mike was the first one to see it.
Where should I start
Disjointed heart
I've got no commitment
To my own flesh and blood
Left all alone
Far from my home
No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, I
Keep it locked up inside
Cannot express
To the point I've regressed
If anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed, I
Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies
It's too late to love me now
You helped me to show me
It's too late to love me now
You don't take a word in
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness
Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midriff
Dark all I do embark the shadows
Involved with my thought catalog, analogue, rap catalog
Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistence
The twisted web of tangled lies
Strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste
And I'm forced to face these hate crimes
Against the state of being
Feeling the weight- less -ness pressed between the ceiling
Reeling around room
Riding a bubble of sound proof
It's the frequency making you
S-Shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction
Ignoring and drinking musical gas fume euphoria
The sound pounds to make the dead flush
To have you a head rush with red rhymes and said stuff After they all seen it, they looked at him with their mouths open.
So how do you guys like this chapter? Thanks Carrie for helping me get out my little writers block. If you didn't know that was And One by Xero. I also heard it was the first song that Chester helped them out with when he first joined the band.