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.
A/N: hey everyone! Does anyone of you want to join the LPU? If you do say that Lpflipmix referred you. And from last chapter that song is titled And One, it's off the Hybrid Theory EP CD. You can't buy the CD anywhere; you have to join the LPU back in 2001 to own one. There might be some on EBAY, but note that the HTEP has only SIX songs in it, and it is very hard to get because it is a rare CD. Email me or review me for more details about the HTEP. Thanks for reading my story btw
:Reviews: ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity: thanks (
Silver: yeah I've been meaning to make the chapters longer, but it never works out.
Carry Out: well I already answered your questions through AIM, so do you want one of the P R flier and sticker (when they send it to me)?
Stardra - The Dark side of the Light: oh my thank you. Well I was still thinking about whether they should stay with the magical or the muggle or both. I'll have you guys decide on that ;)
wolfen-alysha-draco-dragon: ah babble all you want, I don't mind and I'm really interested on what you guys think about.
Serpent of Light: blushes wow you guys really do think this is a great story? Lol. Yes they will behave themselves as best as I can make them (Barbie song: You can brush my hair, and take me anywhere...that part just popped in my head when I said that part about the Dursleys) oh but I am planning on something to happen this or next chapter... ah I'll tell everyone about it on my A/N. lol I'm going to P R 04 also (, but I wanted to go by myself because my father always insists that he pays for the tickets even though he is not going. That sucks, didn't they reschedule it? Hmm your concert wasn't around the beginning of March or near the end of February was it? Ah sorry for driving you crazy, but hey I do that with everyone else and I'm still insane :p yeah you'll be noticing some Linkin Park lyrics popping in here and there ;) lol it was a lyric from Papercut. I think that everything I make happen is intentional muhahaha...thanks (
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
Harry walked up the stairs, knowing that his aunt and uncle were watching him. When he got to his room. He just took off his boots, socks, his shirt, and he removed all the clothes that he bought. He closed the blinds and then he just laid down on the bed in his baggy jeans and fell asleep.
A five boring days later (and more strange looks from his relatives), Harry woke up hearing his uncle arguing over the phone. He stretched, ran his hand through his hair a few times, put his glasses on, found clean plaid pajama pants, and then walking towards the bedroom door. From there, he slowly walked down the stairs, going past the stairs that creak, casually walking past Uncle Vernon (strange look #252), walking into the kitchen, and grabbing an apple.
"FOR THE LAST TIME THERE IS NO ONE NAMED THAT HERE!!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"But sir, calm down. Are you sure that there is no Chester Bennington at your home?" the voice on the other side of the line said in a forced calm voice, but Harry didn't hear what the person said.
"YES I AM!" Uncle Vernon yelled again.
"So this isn't Number four, Private Drive?"
"THIS IS MY HOUSE AND I KNOW THAT THERE ISN'T A CHESTER IN HERE. IT'S JUST ME, MY WIFE, MY SON, AND THE FRE- BOY!" and Uncle Vernon slammed the phone down so hard it almost broke as he walked away.
Harry was almost sure he was going to call him a freak again. 'But wait a minute,' Harry said to himself inside his head. 'Didn't Uncle Vernon say Chester?' said another voice. 'Yeah, as a matter in fact he did', he said to himself. 'And that would be me,' said the other voice. 'You mean us,' Harry said inside his head, but the other voice did not say anything after that comment.
The phone rang again.
"Tell them to GO AWAY boy," Uncle Vernon barked at him.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said lazily.
Harry picked up the phone and immediately there was this loud annoying sound, like pots and pans being banged and he quickly put the phone away at a safe distance. When the noise stopped, he said politely, "Chester here," there was silence at the end of the line. "Hello? Anyone there? Oh well..." Harry was about to hang up when he heard a voice saying something.
"Oh Chester it's you. Where were you?" it was Mike.
"I was no where. Just sleeping. Why?" Harry asked.
"Well we called you a few minutes ago and some guy said that you don't live there, I think his name was Drysley's or was it the Daryley's?" Mike said.
"Oh that's my uncle. I have a different last name than them."
"Oh that explains a few things, but why did he say you weren't there?" Mike questioned him.
"Well he doesn't like me that much and we aren't on very good terms," Harry explained to Mike and plus he was actually telling the man the truth for the first time since he met them. "So why did you call me?" he wondered.
"Oh well I think you might have actually known what it is already," Mike said mysteriously.
"Oh you caught the guy?" Harry said confused and surprised.
"Oh no not that," Mike said.
"Oh," Harry said a bit disappointed. "Then why?"
"Well ---Hey you guys quit it--," on the other side of the line, it sounded like Mike was fighting over the phone with someone. "You guys quit it---," then the line went dead.
"Hello?" Harry asked, but then the phone made that sound when no one has answered in a long time. And he put the phone down and finished his apple in his room.
In a hotel somewhere in London
"Ah look what you guys did!!!" Mike yelled.
On one hand he held the phone and on the other hand he held the phone cord (those really old phones, no wireless in that hotel) and the telephone holder thing was on the floor. There was a small hole in the wall and a small thin line about 7 inches long where the cord was in.
"Uh...Let's just hide the hole and make the phone look like it's okay," Joe said.
"Sure," Brad said and then they started working on fixing that up.
A few minutes later they finished.
"Ah I never got to tell Chester!" Mike said.
"Let's just use a payphone," Dave suggested.
"Okay. Got any British money with you?" Mike asked as they started walking down the hallway and into the elevator.
Number Four, Private Drive
Harry spent the next few minutes thinking of how his life would have been if Sirius had never fallen through that damned veil. He would rather have Sirius have fallen into Veronica's Veil instead. Well that Veronica's Veil was to have said been the veil that the poor woman had cleaned Jesus' face from dirt and blood and it had captured an imprint of his face. Maybe Harry was just very lonely.
'Yeah that's right, I'm just lonely...but not as lonely as Sirius was back in Azkaban,' Harry said to himself.
'You have me now," said that voice in his head from earlier. It wasn't the other voices he had heard from the previous nights. This voice sounded a bit friendlier and a bit more understanding.
'What do you mean by that?' Harry questioned the voice, but it didn't answer back again. 'Fine then, be like that.'
Harry didn't know what to do now. He might as well ask the Dursley's if he had any chores to do because he was that bored. So he got up from his bed and walked downstairs.
His Aunt Petunia was the only one in the house besides him because Dudley went to go at Piers house again and Uncle Vernon was at work. She was at the window's trying to catch any of her neighbors if they are doing anything 'unnatural'.
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry called out to her and he was surprised to find her to be a bit shaken.
"What?" was her reply.
"Do you have anything for me to do?"
Once he said that she looked really surprised, Harry never wanted to do any chore work for them voluntarily. "Yes. You can put up the little fence around my flowers and mow the lawn."
"Okay Aunt Petunia," Harry said. At least she didn't give him a time on when to finish them.
"The fence will be in the garage, next to Dudley's old tricycle," Harry started to walk away when she added, "And Harry? Change your clothes; we don't want the neighbor's think that we are bringing up another delinquent in our perfect house."
"Yes Aunt Petunia," he said with a little soft laugh and ran upstairs to change.
When he emerged from his room he wore Dudley's old clothes, but the long shirt he wore, he tore off the sleeves from that one. So it was now a faded black sleeve less shirt and blue jeans.
He walked downstairs to the garage. Aunt Petunia was at her usual spot right by the window. He found the small fence with the hammer and the nails to hold them altogether right next to Dudley's old battered tricycle. Then he opened the garage so that he wouldn't have to go back inside the house.
The sun was high above the few scattered clouds. There wasn't much wind to keep him cool. When the sun's light touched his skin, it felt like fire was consuming him, but then it disappeared.
He started to put up the fence, one by one. When he was finished an hour later, he looked at what the fence looked like. It was one of those wooden ones with the pointed top, like a stake or an arrow.
He put the extra nails and the hammer back in the garage and then got the lawn mower out.
After he got it started, he started to mow the lawn. It was a rather boring job now. After he got down with that, rather faster than all the times he mowed their lawn.
He was a bit tired and so he just put the lawn mower to the side and laid down on the now cut grass. He inhaled the smell of the grass; it smelled smoothing in a way as the wind was blowing softly.
He must have dosed off because the sun wasn't as high as it was before. He decided to get up and put the mower back in the garage and go back in the house.
As soon as he went in the house the phone was ringing again. He walked to it again.
"I got it Aunt Petunia," Harry yelled and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Chester! We finally found a phone booth," Brad said.
"Okay. What happened?"
"Oh that's a story that we don't feel like talking about right now." Brad said with a chuckle.
"Okay. So what was it that Mike wanted to tell me?" Harry asked.
"Oh. That. Well are you sure you want to know Chester?" Brad said a bit sadly.
"Yes. I do want to know," Harry said in all determination.
"Well it seems that you did not get the singing part for our band. Sorry man."
Harry felt a bit numb, he couldn't feel anything there, also a bit tired but he was so much more aware. Well at least now he could pursue his Auror career. It's not like he really wanted to sing in the first place, it was just something he felt like trying out.
"Chester are you still there?" Brad said and Harry could have sworn he heard laughter coming from the other end.
He put his mouth on the receiver and said softly, "Yeah I'm still here. Oh well, thanks for letting me try out in the first place. Can you tell me who won?"
"Yeah I think we can. The person we chose is by the name of Chester C. Bennington. We tried to call him earlier but some old man was there," Brad said in a serious tone.
"WHAT?" Chester yelled.
At the other end of the line, there was fighting over the phone, "Give it to me Brad," that was Mike again.
"No," Brad said.
"You're gonna break it...AGAIN!!!" Mike screamed.
"Fine then," Brad let go of the phone.
"Chester are you still there?" Mike asked.
"Yeah I'm still here...I think."
"Well. YOU GOT THE PART!" Mike yelled happily.
"So I got the part?" Harry said in disbelief.
"Yeah. You start rehearsing with us in two weeks from now."
"Cool. Well see you guys in a week I guess. Thanks."
"Yeah. No need to thank us, you deserve the part. I mean did you not hear the rest of those guys who were singing? They sounded like Banshees. Well bye Chester, we have to go back at the hotel now," Mike said.
"Bye," Harry said and hung up the phone.
Harry was struck with silence in the house. He went to the kitchen and found a note in the refrigerator:
Boy,
We left you in charge of the house until July 20th. We are leaving to go to Florida for Dudley's birthday and we only had enough money for four airplane tickets. For me, Aunt Petunia, Dudley and that boy Piers. If we find anything gone, taken, or something else we will kick you out no matter what those freaks do.
Uncle Vernon
"Aw how nice of them to not tell me anything about their trip. Oh well I have the house all to myself," he said a bit baffled.
Harry walked upstairs and got a towel. He walked in the bathroom and took a shower. He leaned against the shower wall as hot water pelted down on him.
He sighed.
A few minutes later he put shampoo and soap on him and got out of the shower and put a towel around his waist. He looked at himself at the mirror, which was fogged up. He put a hand on that a wiped it away.
He could see his unnatural green eyes reflecting back at him. They showed pain and suffering, but also a new light. He thought he saw movement behind him, but when he turned around he was faced with the window that was only about 5 feet off the ground. 'It must have been a bird.'
He sighed again and dried off, put fresh clothes on, walked to his room and decided to sleep.
Well have a great Easter and spring break everyone. I decided to end it there, because I'm starting chapter nine from that, it wouldn't of had made that much sense of I had left it someplace else and you would probably of waited a lot longer then.
If you want to join the LPU, but not through the Internet, email me your address and I'll mail you the LPU slip. Thanks for reading. Oh and do you guys want the band to:
A) Just perform in the muggle world B) Just perform in the wizarding world C) Both A & B
I need everyone's vote on this. Thanks.
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.
A/N: hey everyone! Does anyone of you want to join the LPU? If you do say that Lpflipmix referred you. And from last chapter that song is titled And One, it's off the Hybrid Theory EP CD. You can't buy the CD anywhere; you have to join the LPU back in 2001 to own one. There might be some on EBAY, but note that the HTEP has only SIX songs in it, and it is very hard to get because it is a rare CD. Email me or review me for more details about the HTEP. Thanks for reading my story btw
:Reviews: ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity: thanks (
Silver: yeah I've been meaning to make the chapters longer, but it never works out.
Carry Out: well I already answered your questions through AIM, so do you want one of the P R flier and sticker (when they send it to me)?
Stardra - The Dark side of the Light: oh my thank you. Well I was still thinking about whether they should stay with the magical or the muggle or both. I'll have you guys decide on that ;)
wolfen-alysha-draco-dragon: ah babble all you want, I don't mind and I'm really interested on what you guys think about.
Serpent of Light: blushes wow you guys really do think this is a great story? Lol. Yes they will behave themselves as best as I can make them (Barbie song: You can brush my hair, and take me anywhere...that part just popped in my head when I said that part about the Dursleys) oh but I am planning on something to happen this or next chapter... ah I'll tell everyone about it on my A/N. lol I'm going to P R 04 also (, but I wanted to go by myself because my father always insists that he pays for the tickets even though he is not going. That sucks, didn't they reschedule it? Hmm your concert wasn't around the beginning of March or near the end of February was it? Ah sorry for driving you crazy, but hey I do that with everyone else and I'm still insane :p yeah you'll be noticing some Linkin Park lyrics popping in here and there ;) lol it was a lyric from Papercut. I think that everything I make happen is intentional muhahaha...thanks (
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
Harry walked up the stairs, knowing that his aunt and uncle were watching him. When he got to his room. He just took off his boots, socks, his shirt, and he removed all the clothes that he bought. He closed the blinds and then he just laid down on the bed in his baggy jeans and fell asleep.
A five boring days later (and more strange looks from his relatives), Harry woke up hearing his uncle arguing over the phone. He stretched, ran his hand through his hair a few times, put his glasses on, found clean plaid pajama pants, and then walking towards the bedroom door. From there, he slowly walked down the stairs, going past the stairs that creak, casually walking past Uncle Vernon (strange look #252), walking into the kitchen, and grabbing an apple.
"FOR THE LAST TIME THERE IS NO ONE NAMED THAT HERE!!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"But sir, calm down. Are you sure that there is no Chester Bennington at your home?" the voice on the other side of the line said in a forced calm voice, but Harry didn't hear what the person said.
"YES I AM!" Uncle Vernon yelled again.
"So this isn't Number four, Private Drive?"
"THIS IS MY HOUSE AND I KNOW THAT THERE ISN'T A CHESTER IN HERE. IT'S JUST ME, MY WIFE, MY SON, AND THE FRE- BOY!" and Uncle Vernon slammed the phone down so hard it almost broke as he walked away.
Harry was almost sure he was going to call him a freak again. 'But wait a minute,' Harry said to himself inside his head. 'Didn't Uncle Vernon say Chester?' said another voice. 'Yeah, as a matter in fact he did', he said to himself. 'And that would be me,' said the other voice. 'You mean us,' Harry said inside his head, but the other voice did not say anything after that comment.
The phone rang again.
"Tell them to GO AWAY boy," Uncle Vernon barked at him.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said lazily.
Harry picked up the phone and immediately there was this loud annoying sound, like pots and pans being banged and he quickly put the phone away at a safe distance. When the noise stopped, he said politely, "Chester here," there was silence at the end of the line. "Hello? Anyone there? Oh well..." Harry was about to hang up when he heard a voice saying something.
"Oh Chester it's you. Where were you?" it was Mike.
"I was no where. Just sleeping. Why?" Harry asked.
"Well we called you a few minutes ago and some guy said that you don't live there, I think his name was Drysley's or was it the Daryley's?" Mike said.
"Oh that's my uncle. I have a different last name than them."
"Oh that explains a few things, but why did he say you weren't there?" Mike questioned him.
"Well he doesn't like me that much and we aren't on very good terms," Harry explained to Mike and plus he was actually telling the man the truth for the first time since he met them. "So why did you call me?" he wondered.
"Oh well I think you might have actually known what it is already," Mike said mysteriously.
"Oh you caught the guy?" Harry said confused and surprised.
"Oh no not that," Mike said.
"Oh," Harry said a bit disappointed. "Then why?"
"Well ---Hey you guys quit it--," on the other side of the line, it sounded like Mike was fighting over the phone with someone. "You guys quit it---," then the line went dead.
"Hello?" Harry asked, but then the phone made that sound when no one has answered in a long time. And he put the phone down and finished his apple in his room.
In a hotel somewhere in London
"Ah look what you guys did!!!" Mike yelled.
On one hand he held the phone and on the other hand he held the phone cord (those really old phones, no wireless in that hotel) and the telephone holder thing was on the floor. There was a small hole in the wall and a small thin line about 7 inches long where the cord was in.
"Uh...Let's just hide the hole and make the phone look like it's okay," Joe said.
"Sure," Brad said and then they started working on fixing that up.
A few minutes later they finished.
"Ah I never got to tell Chester!" Mike said.
"Let's just use a payphone," Dave suggested.
"Okay. Got any British money with you?" Mike asked as they started walking down the hallway and into the elevator.
Number Four, Private Drive
Harry spent the next few minutes thinking of how his life would have been if Sirius had never fallen through that damned veil. He would rather have Sirius have fallen into Veronica's Veil instead. Well that Veronica's Veil was to have said been the veil that the poor woman had cleaned Jesus' face from dirt and blood and it had captured an imprint of his face. Maybe Harry was just very lonely.
'Yeah that's right, I'm just lonely...but not as lonely as Sirius was back in Azkaban,' Harry said to himself.
'You have me now," said that voice in his head from earlier. It wasn't the other voices he had heard from the previous nights. This voice sounded a bit friendlier and a bit more understanding.
'What do you mean by that?' Harry questioned the voice, but it didn't answer back again. 'Fine then, be like that.'
Harry didn't know what to do now. He might as well ask the Dursley's if he had any chores to do because he was that bored. So he got up from his bed and walked downstairs.
His Aunt Petunia was the only one in the house besides him because Dudley went to go at Piers house again and Uncle Vernon was at work. She was at the window's trying to catch any of her neighbors if they are doing anything 'unnatural'.
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry called out to her and he was surprised to find her to be a bit shaken.
"What?" was her reply.
"Do you have anything for me to do?"
Once he said that she looked really surprised, Harry never wanted to do any chore work for them voluntarily. "Yes. You can put up the little fence around my flowers and mow the lawn."
"Okay Aunt Petunia," Harry said. At least she didn't give him a time on when to finish them.
"The fence will be in the garage, next to Dudley's old tricycle," Harry started to walk away when she added, "And Harry? Change your clothes; we don't want the neighbor's think that we are bringing up another delinquent in our perfect house."
"Yes Aunt Petunia," he said with a little soft laugh and ran upstairs to change.
When he emerged from his room he wore Dudley's old clothes, but the long shirt he wore, he tore off the sleeves from that one. So it was now a faded black sleeve less shirt and blue jeans.
He walked downstairs to the garage. Aunt Petunia was at her usual spot right by the window. He found the small fence with the hammer and the nails to hold them altogether right next to Dudley's old battered tricycle. Then he opened the garage so that he wouldn't have to go back inside the house.
The sun was high above the few scattered clouds. There wasn't much wind to keep him cool. When the sun's light touched his skin, it felt like fire was consuming him, but then it disappeared.
He started to put up the fence, one by one. When he was finished an hour later, he looked at what the fence looked like. It was one of those wooden ones with the pointed top, like a stake or an arrow.
He put the extra nails and the hammer back in the garage and then got the lawn mower out.
After he got it started, he started to mow the lawn. It was a rather boring job now. After he got down with that, rather faster than all the times he mowed their lawn.
He was a bit tired and so he just put the lawn mower to the side and laid down on the now cut grass. He inhaled the smell of the grass; it smelled smoothing in a way as the wind was blowing softly.
He must have dosed off because the sun wasn't as high as it was before. He decided to get up and put the mower back in the garage and go back in the house.
As soon as he went in the house the phone was ringing again. He walked to it again.
"I got it Aunt Petunia," Harry yelled and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Chester! We finally found a phone booth," Brad said.
"Okay. What happened?"
"Oh that's a story that we don't feel like talking about right now." Brad said with a chuckle.
"Okay. So what was it that Mike wanted to tell me?" Harry asked.
"Oh. That. Well are you sure you want to know Chester?" Brad said a bit sadly.
"Yes. I do want to know," Harry said in all determination.
"Well it seems that you did not get the singing part for our band. Sorry man."
Harry felt a bit numb, he couldn't feel anything there, also a bit tired but he was so much more aware. Well at least now he could pursue his Auror career. It's not like he really wanted to sing in the first place, it was just something he felt like trying out.
"Chester are you still there?" Brad said and Harry could have sworn he heard laughter coming from the other end.
He put his mouth on the receiver and said softly, "Yeah I'm still here. Oh well, thanks for letting me try out in the first place. Can you tell me who won?"
"Yeah I think we can. The person we chose is by the name of Chester C. Bennington. We tried to call him earlier but some old man was there," Brad said in a serious tone.
"WHAT?" Chester yelled.
At the other end of the line, there was fighting over the phone, "Give it to me Brad," that was Mike again.
"No," Brad said.
"You're gonna break it...AGAIN!!!" Mike screamed.
"Fine then," Brad let go of the phone.
"Chester are you still there?" Mike asked.
"Yeah I'm still here...I think."
"Well. YOU GOT THE PART!" Mike yelled happily.
"So I got the part?" Harry said in disbelief.
"Yeah. You start rehearsing with us in two weeks from now."
"Cool. Well see you guys in a week I guess. Thanks."
"Yeah. No need to thank us, you deserve the part. I mean did you not hear the rest of those guys who were singing? They sounded like Banshees. Well bye Chester, we have to go back at the hotel now," Mike said.
"Bye," Harry said and hung up the phone.
Harry was struck with silence in the house. He went to the kitchen and found a note in the refrigerator:
Boy,
We left you in charge of the house until July 20th. We are leaving to go to Florida for Dudley's birthday and we only had enough money for four airplane tickets. For me, Aunt Petunia, Dudley and that boy Piers. If we find anything gone, taken, or something else we will kick you out no matter what those freaks do.
Uncle Vernon
"Aw how nice of them to not tell me anything about their trip. Oh well I have the house all to myself," he said a bit baffled.
Harry walked upstairs and got a towel. He walked in the bathroom and took a shower. He leaned against the shower wall as hot water pelted down on him.
He sighed.
A few minutes later he put shampoo and soap on him and got out of the shower and put a towel around his waist. He looked at himself at the mirror, which was fogged up. He put a hand on that a wiped it away.
He could see his unnatural green eyes reflecting back at him. They showed pain and suffering, but also a new light. He thought he saw movement behind him, but when he turned around he was faced with the window that was only about 5 feet off the ground. 'It must have been a bird.'
He sighed again and dried off, put fresh clothes on, walked to his room and decided to sleep.
Well have a great Easter and spring break everyone. I decided to end it there, because I'm starting chapter nine from that, it wouldn't of had made that much sense of I had left it someplace else and you would probably of waited a lot longer then.
If you want to join the LPU, but not through the Internet, email me your address and I'll mail you the LPU slip. Thanks for reading. Oh and do you guys want the band to:
A) Just perform in the muggle world B) Just perform in the wizarding world C) Both A & B
I need everyone's vote on this. Thanks.