Harry Potter, LP, and the Sixth Year
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own anything close to Linkin Park. I do not own Camel cigarettes either. 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 and I mean anyone who wants to join the LPU? It's the Linkin Park fan club. LP has put up the updated version of the Projekt Revolution Player. Go ahead and check it out. Put it up on your site, profile, information center, give it out to friends, or have it in your favorites list. Thanks for reading my story
: Reviews: Carry out: lol maybe you're the only one so far...I just might have to make you guys wait a longer time, all I want is 7 reviews, that's usually more than what I usually get, I just want to make sure their alive and if they still like this sorry excuse for a story.
This chapter is dedicated to carry out. Thanks for reviewing my story again and telling me not to quit.
I find answers so unclear; I wish to find a way to disappear.
Over and over again, over and over again, over and over again, over and over again, over and over again gotta love remix's right carry? Lol
Last Time
She didn't say anything. When she didn't say anything after a minute, the little girl spoke with a soft voice and innocence, "My name is Mimida and I'm this many years old," she said as she put up six fingers.
Harry laughed softly, "What a lovely daughter you have there ma'am. Please go get yourselves something to eat and stay," Harry said as he placed about 900 pounds (or bank notes) on her hand. He started to walk away when he heard the mother say 'thank-you' so softly he wouldn't of heard it.
"Your welcome," he said and walked back towards his house.
As Harry laid down on his bed a few nights later, he thought of what he had done to the mother and daughter. He did do a good thing right? He tossed and turned on the bed, just thinking about that and what ever happened to them.
Just as the first rays of the sun appeared over the horizon, he fell asleep.
July 5th, a week later
For the next few weeks Harry spent time with the band making new songs, throwing a few songs away, getting to know the guys, the guys getting to 'know' him (or rather Chester and not Harry).
Right now they were in Mike's basement, it was small so everything was a bit cramped up. Since they were staying in England for a while Mike bought a small house for him and the other guys to live in.
So there they were in the dimly lit room, with them everywhere, one of Mike's STAIND posters up to make it seem a bit homier.
"Hey Mark, I want you to tape us singing this song," Mike said to Mark. Mark is one of the guys close friends also the guy that tapes them.
"Ready? One. Two. Three. Now," Mark said.
Riding with the head full of bodies of red
And what I said still stuck in my head
But mis-led thinking the things I do
Would make you never want to come back
But an on-front attack
So you could never run from that
Being trapped in this beau
Some that I never wanted to do
But through it all you've got to see
That where I want to be
Is over the pen again
Letting it out of me
In the center of the day
In a dream
Seeing all my thoughts
Getting lost in between
Realizing one
Not the way that it seems
And the killing and the killer with a head full of screams
I want to live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
Start seeing its not meant to be for me
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head
The second it starts
We'll both be crushed
When it all falls apart
Knowing no matter how low
Hoping that you won't know
The strain it puts to me, seeing what you've done
And consequently I've run away, just hidden again
Within the boundaries of an anguish
Don't want me to say this
But you're dragging me down
Lost in the chaos
Being tossed around
Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you'll regret this
Everything's the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic in my confine
Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you'll regret this
Everything's the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic in my confine
I want to live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
Start seeing it's not meant to be for me
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head
You
Try to take the best of me
Go away
You
Try to take the best of me
Go away
You
Try to take the best of me
Go away
You
Try to take the best of me
Go Away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
I want to live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
Start seeing it's not meant to be for me
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head
GET...AWAY...
Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you'll regret this
Everything's the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic in my confine
Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you'll regret this
Everything's the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic of my
Confine
"That was great you guys," Mark said. "Well it's getting dark
now, I'm going to sleep now. Night."
There was a chorus of 'Night mark' from them.
"Yeah I think that I'll go now also," Harry said.
"Really Chester? Do you need a ride?" Joe asked.
"Nah, I'll be fine. It's getting late anyways and I have to go buy some things also," Harry said.
"Oh okay, well have a safe journey there Chester," Brad said concerned.
Harry turned around to the couch to go get his jacket, when someone touched his shoulder.
"Hey. Are you feeling all right Chester? You look kinda pale," Mike, asked him concerned.
"Yeah. I'm okay, just not usually in the sunlight that much you know? Well I got to go now before any of the loonies are out and about," Harry said.
"All right. Call us if you need anything at all or anything. Well night Chester," Mike said as he walked him out the front door.
"Yeah, night Mike," Harry said as he waved good bye to him, put his jacket on and walked away.
Harry walked to the nearest drug store. He bought milk, eggs, cereal, three lighters, and sugar.
As he was waiting in line, he noticed two selves full of different brands of cigarettes. 'To buy or not to buy,' Harry asked himself in his head. 'Buy them,' said that voice that appears in his head. It's been happening a bit more, hearing that voice.
"Next." 2 minutes passed since the cashier said that.
"Sir please move, you're holding up the line," the cashier said.
Harry looked behind him and noticed that there was no one behind him. Harry raised his eyebrow at her, like she was delusional or out of it.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting madam," Harry said in his polite voice.
"Is that all sir?" the cashier asked him.
'Is there a reason I bought those lighters?' Harry asked himself.
'Yes for the cigarettes, how else are you gonna light it you bloke.' said that voice.
"Uh...yes there is actually. Will you please give me a whole box of cigarettes?" Harry asked.
"What brand sir?"
"Hmm...can you give me those ones? Uh...Camel cigarettes. Thanks,"
"Your total comes to 45 pounds (or bank notes)."
Harry handed her the money and was surprised to see that he still had some money left, maybe he had a few extra change lying around or maybe Moody gave him some extra.
"Thank you sir. Have a good night," the cashier said as she gave him his change.
"Thank you," Harry said and walked out of the store.
As he was walking, he pondered as to what made him buy those cigarettes.
It was almost twilight now; he reached Magnolia Park. He finally couldn't resist the urge any longer. He sat down on one of the benches and opened up the box of cigarettes and lit it.
At first he coughed, but then a few more times he was no longer coughing or having any difficulty smoking. He was in bliss, as the nicotine coursed through his veins. He laid down on the bench so he could see the almost stars. He could feel it, even as a small gentle breeze passed him.
"Naughty, naughty. You don't want one of the order members catching you now, smoking. You should know better Harry, but I do like the name Chester a bit more appealing," said a feminine voice behind him.
Instantly he sat straight up. He looked around and finally saw her. She was about 5'5 ft tall, a natural blonde, blue round eyes, and heart shaped lips. She wore a fine silk wedding dress, along with the diamond and pearl encrusted tiara, but then a second later she was wearing a black t- shirt, black leather pants, black boots, and a long black leather jacket.
"Not to be rude or anything, but have we met before?" Harry asked her.
"Yes, but I don't believe that you would of remembered me, Harry Potter. It was also at night when we 'met', she said in a French accent.
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"I believe you are asking the wrong question there, Mr. Potter, "she said playfully and yet serious at the same time, she added," Take a good look."
Harry put out his cigarette with his heel and looked at her. All of a sudden lightning flashed and for a split second he saw her electric blue eyes and the bat like wings from her back and the two fanged teeth. A vampire.
He did what his gut and his instinct told him to do, and that was to run away run away from it. He never knows just why he ran so far away, far away from her.
It had started to rain hard. He could hardly make out where he was going, but as long as he was away from it he was fine.
Then the worse had just came, he slipped on mud. More lightning and thunder, it sounded and looked menacing.
When he looked up, there she was. Her eyes were a blood red, 'Like Voldermort's,' he shuddered at the thought. She was looking at him calmly.
He sensed that his end was near. So instead of getting up and run away, he was on his knees with his arms spread open like a cross. He was waiting for her to kill him.
He saw her bend low enough for her mouth to reach the right side of his neck and he closed his eyes like a frightened child.
Then he knew no more.
So what did anyone think of that chapter? Anyone? Well if I don't get at least 7 REVIEWS you guys just might have to wait two more weeks for the next chapter. I know that might be asking much of you, but I know my story sucks but only one person reviewed last chapter :( Well have a great weekend and coming week(s).
Hey everyone, can you go to my FF.net profile and go to the BANDBUILDER site there? It should be the last link on there. I tried putting it on here, but it didn't work. That site is the music player for PROJEKT REVOLUTION 2004. If you did go to that BANDBUILDER link, tell me what you think of it. Thanks
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own anything close to Linkin Park. I do not own Camel cigarettes either. 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 and I mean anyone who wants to join the LPU? It's the Linkin Park fan club. LP has put up the updated version of the Projekt Revolution Player. Go ahead and check it out. Put it up on your site, profile, information center, give it out to friends, or have it in your favorites list. Thanks for reading my story
: Reviews: Carry out: lol maybe you're the only one so far...I just might have to make you guys wait a longer time, all I want is 7 reviews, that's usually more than what I usually get, I just want to make sure their alive and if they still like this sorry excuse for a story.
This chapter is dedicated to carry out. Thanks for reviewing my story again and telling me not to quit.
I find answers so unclear; I wish to find a way to disappear.
Over and over again, over and over again, over and over again, over and over again, over and over again gotta love remix's right carry? Lol
Last Time
She didn't say anything. When she didn't say anything after a minute, the little girl spoke with a soft voice and innocence, "My name is Mimida and I'm this many years old," she said as she put up six fingers.
Harry laughed softly, "What a lovely daughter you have there ma'am. Please go get yourselves something to eat and stay," Harry said as he placed about 900 pounds (or bank notes) on her hand. He started to walk away when he heard the mother say 'thank-you' so softly he wouldn't of heard it.
"Your welcome," he said and walked back towards his house.
As Harry laid down on his bed a few nights later, he thought of what he had done to the mother and daughter. He did do a good thing right? He tossed and turned on the bed, just thinking about that and what ever happened to them.
Just as the first rays of the sun appeared over the horizon, he fell asleep.
July 5th, a week later
For the next few weeks Harry spent time with the band making new songs, throwing a few songs away, getting to know the guys, the guys getting to 'know' him (or rather Chester and not Harry).
Right now they were in Mike's basement, it was small so everything was a bit cramped up. Since they were staying in England for a while Mike bought a small house for him and the other guys to live in.
So there they were in the dimly lit room, with them everywhere, one of Mike's STAIND posters up to make it seem a bit homier.
"Hey Mark, I want you to tape us singing this song," Mike said to Mark. Mark is one of the guys close friends also the guy that tapes them.
"Ready? One. Two. Three. Now," Mark said.
Riding with the head full of bodies of red
And what I said still stuck in my head
But mis-led thinking the things I do
Would make you never want to come back
But an on-front attack
So you could never run from that
Being trapped in this beau
Some that I never wanted to do
But through it all you've got to see
That where I want to be
Is over the pen again
Letting it out of me
In the center of the day
In a dream
Seeing all my thoughts
Getting lost in between
Realizing one
Not the way that it seems
And the killing and the killer with a head full of screams
I want to live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
Start seeing its not meant to be for me
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head
The second it starts
We'll both be crushed
When it all falls apart
Knowing no matter how low
Hoping that you won't know
The strain it puts to me, seeing what you've done
And consequently I've run away, just hidden again
Within the boundaries of an anguish
Don't want me to say this
But you're dragging me down
Lost in the chaos
Being tossed around
Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you'll regret this
Everything's the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic in my confine
Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you'll regret this
Everything's the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic in my confine
I want to live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
Start seeing it's not meant to be for me
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head
You
Try to take the best of me
Go away
You
Try to take the best of me
Go away
You
Try to take the best of me
Go away
You
Try to take the best of me
Go Away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
I want to live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
Start seeing it's not meant to be for me
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head
GET...AWAY...
Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you'll regret this
Everything's the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic in my confine
Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you'll regret this
Everything's the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic of my
Confine
"That was great you guys," Mark said. "Well it's getting dark
now, I'm going to sleep now. Night."
There was a chorus of 'Night mark' from them.
"Yeah I think that I'll go now also," Harry said.
"Really Chester? Do you need a ride?" Joe asked.
"Nah, I'll be fine. It's getting late anyways and I have to go buy some things also," Harry said.
"Oh okay, well have a safe journey there Chester," Brad said concerned.
Harry turned around to the couch to go get his jacket, when someone touched his shoulder.
"Hey. Are you feeling all right Chester? You look kinda pale," Mike, asked him concerned.
"Yeah. I'm okay, just not usually in the sunlight that much you know? Well I got to go now before any of the loonies are out and about," Harry said.
"All right. Call us if you need anything at all or anything. Well night Chester," Mike said as he walked him out the front door.
"Yeah, night Mike," Harry said as he waved good bye to him, put his jacket on and walked away.
Harry walked to the nearest drug store. He bought milk, eggs, cereal, three lighters, and sugar.
As he was waiting in line, he noticed two selves full of different brands of cigarettes. 'To buy or not to buy,' Harry asked himself in his head. 'Buy them,' said that voice that appears in his head. It's been happening a bit more, hearing that voice.
"Next." 2 minutes passed since the cashier said that.
"Sir please move, you're holding up the line," the cashier said.
Harry looked behind him and noticed that there was no one behind him. Harry raised his eyebrow at her, like she was delusional or out of it.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting madam," Harry said in his polite voice.
"Is that all sir?" the cashier asked him.
'Is there a reason I bought those lighters?' Harry asked himself.
'Yes for the cigarettes, how else are you gonna light it you bloke.' said that voice.
"Uh...yes there is actually. Will you please give me a whole box of cigarettes?" Harry asked.
"What brand sir?"
"Hmm...can you give me those ones? Uh...Camel cigarettes. Thanks,"
"Your total comes to 45 pounds (or bank notes)."
Harry handed her the money and was surprised to see that he still had some money left, maybe he had a few extra change lying around or maybe Moody gave him some extra.
"Thank you sir. Have a good night," the cashier said as she gave him his change.
"Thank you," Harry said and walked out of the store.
As he was walking, he pondered as to what made him buy those cigarettes.
It was almost twilight now; he reached Magnolia Park. He finally couldn't resist the urge any longer. He sat down on one of the benches and opened up the box of cigarettes and lit it.
At first he coughed, but then a few more times he was no longer coughing or having any difficulty smoking. He was in bliss, as the nicotine coursed through his veins. He laid down on the bench so he could see the almost stars. He could feel it, even as a small gentle breeze passed him.
"Naughty, naughty. You don't want one of the order members catching you now, smoking. You should know better Harry, but I do like the name Chester a bit more appealing," said a feminine voice behind him.
Instantly he sat straight up. He looked around and finally saw her. She was about 5'5 ft tall, a natural blonde, blue round eyes, and heart shaped lips. She wore a fine silk wedding dress, along with the diamond and pearl encrusted tiara, but then a second later she was wearing a black t- shirt, black leather pants, black boots, and a long black leather jacket.
"Not to be rude or anything, but have we met before?" Harry asked her.
"Yes, but I don't believe that you would of remembered me, Harry Potter. It was also at night when we 'met', she said in a French accent.
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"I believe you are asking the wrong question there, Mr. Potter, "she said playfully and yet serious at the same time, she added," Take a good look."
Harry put out his cigarette with his heel and looked at her. All of a sudden lightning flashed and for a split second he saw her electric blue eyes and the bat like wings from her back and the two fanged teeth. A vampire.
He did what his gut and his instinct told him to do, and that was to run away run away from it. He never knows just why he ran so far away, far away from her.
It had started to rain hard. He could hardly make out where he was going, but as long as he was away from it he was fine.
Then the worse had just came, he slipped on mud. More lightning and thunder, it sounded and looked menacing.
When he looked up, there she was. Her eyes were a blood red, 'Like Voldermort's,' he shuddered at the thought. She was looking at him calmly.
He sensed that his end was near. So instead of getting up and run away, he was on his knees with his arms spread open like a cross. He was waiting for her to kill him.
He saw her bend low enough for her mouth to reach the right side of his neck and he closed his eyes like a frightened child.
Then he knew no more.
So what did anyone think of that chapter? Anyone? Well if I don't get at least 7 REVIEWS you guys just might have to wait two more weeks for the next chapter. I know that might be asking much of you, but I know my story sucks but only one person reviewed last chapter :( Well have a great weekend and coming week(s).
Hey everyone, can you go to my FF.net profile and go to the BANDBUILDER site there? It should be the last link on there. I tried putting it on here, but it didn't work. That site is the music player for PROJEKT REVOLUTION 2004. If you did go to that BANDBUILDER link, tell me what you think of it. Thanks