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 cigarettes either nor their songs. I do not own Dracula or Dracula's bat form. 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. The link is in my profile here. 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: /
Canoet: ah it's Canoet...having a fun time without me? I see how it is...dies so anyways thanks for the cookie, even though I choked on it when you gave it to me...aw sry for making things confusing, I guess it's because I am a confusing person myself. Hmm I'm not sure about the whole LP in the next chapter thing oO lol j/k. lol no Harry is not turning gay, there's also bisexual, which is all right. Oh I'm not having them in the story because I think I might be stepping over the line a bit lol, I guess I'll make all the guys bachelors. Man I love that sexy pic, you know I do, he's so sexy there. Lol I'll try to put you there, for the sake of being with you...
Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus: lol I try to get my chapters up by the following weekend :).
Carry Out: lmao you got confused XD. Sry bout that Carry out couldn't control myself there. The thing is Harry didn't get bit in that chapter. Oh and your cousin is a liar and a fraud FYI, she may be a good kid to you, but not to me.
Serpent of Light: lol how did it confuse you? Oh, I wouldn't mind to travel once in a while, where I live this place is as boring as a dead tadpole. That song is called ESUAL, it's the Place for my Head demo. It's also on the HTEP cd, which is really hard to get now a days.
Gohan00: thank you :).
Last Time :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::: As he turned to sit on the desk chair, he heard Harry mumble," Please make them stop talking. So many..."
"So many what?" Snape asked,
"So many voices in my head," Harry said in his sleep. "Make them stop."
Snape decided that Harry was just having a bad dream, so he gave him a Dreamless Sleep Potion. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: Harry...Harry...Open the window Harry...You must invite us in the house...Green
eyed one...Gem...Precious, open the door for me... Ma cherè, open it and invite...
The whole night Harry had to endure the hundreds of voices telling him to invite them in and they were calling to him. The voices were young and old, male and female, loud and soft, and most of them were in different languages.
He tossed on the bed; the dreamless potion did not help him at all. He may have been asleep, but part of him was still awake and hearing those voices. Voices that were trying to drive him insane and to let down his guard.
He woke up with a start and just laid there and looking at the left side of the room, since he was sleeping on his stomach. He saw Snape, there, resting on the desk chair; and near Snape's feet he saw a few empty potion vials and bloodied bandages.
Harry silently crept out of the bedroom, with a blanket, and made his way downstairs, avoiding some of the creeping steps.
He really wanted a cigarette right now, but unfortunately he didn't have the time or sanity right now to go buy some.
He made his way to the downstairs bathroom. He realized that he was still in his yesterday's boxers on him, but that didn't matter. What matter was what happened last night and why were there bandages on his head?
Harry took off the bandage, threw the bandage away, and touched the area. His hair was still there, but when he looked at that hand, there was just a little bit of blood.
He thought nothing of it, but instead wrapped the blanket tighter around his chilled body and walked to the kitchen.
Harry assumed that Snape was still asleep upstairs on that chair. So Harry inaudibly walked into the kitchen and started to make coffee.
While the coffee was getting liquefied, he walked to the table and put his head down on the cool surface. He was a bored and getting sleepier. A few seconds later Harry fell asleep.
/Upstairs /
Snape woke up to the smell of coffee in the air, even though it was still a bit faint.
He looked to the bed and noticed that the brat was gone.
"Damn you Potter," Snape said angrily.
He got up from the chair and strided out the bedroom. He followed the scent of the coffee, wishing it were tea instead, and didn't see Potter anywhere. Then, he noticed that Potter was at the table.
"Potter what are you doing?" Snape drawled. Harry did not respond to Snape's menacing voice.
Snape raised an eyebrow and said, "Bloody Hell Potter," and shook Harry on his shoulder.
Harry slowly came about into the land of reality. "What time is it?" he asked to no one in particular, forgetting that Snape was there at the moment, yawning loudly and stretching.
"It's just a quarter past nine Mr. Potter," Snape said as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"What the flying fu- -, yeah what the flying duck did you come from?" Harry inquired of Snape.
"Mind telling me what happened last nights first?" Snape questioned him.
"What do you mean?" Harry said perplexed.
Again, Snape raised an eyebrow at him and gripped the sides of his arms. "Last night was my turn to watch over you, I followed you to the park where you would have met your end if it weren't for me. Mind telling me what exactly was happening?"
Right after Snape mentioned about the park, Harry remembered. The previous nights events came flooding back to him and frustrated he ran his hands through his hair, which just made him look more like a wild man now.
Snape turned off the coffee maker and gave Harry some early morning tea with some calming potion in it.
Harry took it without looking at Snape and drank it. The calming potion's effect slowly started to work into his system and he set the cup down. He put his head at the back of the chair and closed his eyes.
"Well let's see; I woke up, that morning, and went to a friend's house," Harry started.
"For a couple of hours?" Snape asked.
"Yes, we were discussing some things, but that's none of your business just yet," Harry added. "Well after that I was walking to the Dursley's home. And I guess there was a bit of a disruption with that, but as you can see I'm here now, in one peace. The End," Harry said opening his eyes and looking straight at Snape's unbelieving ones.
"Potter, you just want me to believe that those boys were just 'a bit of disruption' on your way here. I find that very unlikely. Tell me what those muggles wanted from you," Snape demanded.
Harry's eyes turned a bit cold and it Snape could feel it, "They wanted nothing," and Harry said so softly that Snape almost didn't hear him, "because I am nothing."
"What was that Potter?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. They wanted nothing from me, but my death," Harry said truthfully
"Now why would they want that? Was it because you tortured them when you were younger? I can understand that because you felt that you were better than anyone," Snape said without caring how Harry felt about his words.
"Yes that's exactly why Professor Snape. Now could be kind and leave? I have many things that I must do to all the muggles living on this block," Harry said dramatically and rised from his seat and started to push Snape out the door.
"Good day sir," Harry said right before he slammed the door on Snape's back and locked it. "What a bloke," Harry added as he went upstairs to change.
/On the other side of the door/ "Bloody Potter, what an insignificant brat. Always thinking of himself, next time there won't be a bloody vampire to save and take him again..." Snape said as he apparated to number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
/Back in the Dursley's residence/
Harry changed into a dark red velvet loose shirt and blue jeans. He didn't bother with his hair; he just made it messier.
"Stupid Snape. Doesn't know what he's saying. He doesn't know me at all, so he couldn't really be meaning to say that. Not unless I really am a selfish person. No that couldn't be right, I did save my friend's lives," Harry talked out loud.
He looked to the mirror and saw only Sirius falling through the Veil, his robes flowing down with him into oblivion.
"Focus Harry. As Dumbledore said, 'It does not do well to dwell in the past' or something like that. But he was wrong about Sirius; Sirius wasn't selfish person, he was a good man with a good heart. Unlike that greasy haired git, Snape," Harry said angrily.
He put some shoes on and walked outside. He went to the nearest drug store away from the park and walked into the store.
He went to the counter and asked the cashier for whatever box of cigarettes they had and a dragon imprinted Zippo.
"Sir, do you have any I.D. on you?"
"What? Oh yes, here," Harry said handing her his old elementary I.D., hoping that she wont notice that he cleared the whole card and made a false one.
"Thank you sir. That will come to the total of 60 euros." Harry handed her the money without a second's glance and walked out.
With shaking hands, Harry lighted a cigarette and inhaled its scent. He didn't care if he died of cancer that might come in probably a decade from now, but what mattered was defeating Voldermort or being killed by that monster.
Harry kept on walking, lost in his thoughts of what will happen to him. He ran into someone, beyond doubt a man.
"Oh sorry sir, I should of watched where I was going," Harry said as he crushed the cigarette at the end of his heel, without looking at the man he knocked into.
"No the fault is mine as well. Do not worry though, everything is and will be fine," the mystery man spoke what seemed to be a Romanian accent. From where Harry was looking down, it seemed like the man was wearing a black three-piece suit and was carrying an ivory cane.
Before Harry could get a good look at the guy, he just disappeared into thin air and Harry was sure it wasn't magic either. 'Maybe I'm still a bit tired,' Harry thought to himself.
Harry lighted another cigarette and decided to see how the guys were doing.
25 minutes later
Harry crushed the cigarette with the heel of his show again and knocked on the door.
"Chester what a surprise!" Brad said as he opened the door and he blocked the entrance.
"Hey Brad. May I come in?" Harry said after he noticed that Brad wasn't going to let him in.
"Um. That might not be a good thing Chester. You see we are..." Brad said a bit uncertain.
"Brad stop playing around and let him in," Joe said from inside.
"Well Chester, it's not what you think it is..." Brad started to say but Harry saw the few items wrapped in newspaper and some of the half full boxes.
"Are you guys moving or something?" Harry asked them.
"Yes basically we are," Mike said.
"But weren't you guys going to call me?" Harry said a bit hurt.
"Yeah ---," Joe started.
"Before or after you left?" Harry asked.
"No. More like somewhere in between that," Rob said as he carried a box over to them.
"What's gonna happen to our band?" Chester asked.
"Well we were hoping that you can come live with us, but then there was the possibility that you might decline," Mike said.
"I'm sorry but I can't do that you guys. I guess you'll have to find another guy. Well hope everything goes well with you guys, but I have to go now. I still have a few errands to run before night falls. Well, call me when you guys are leaving or when you've reached the States. Bye," Harry said.
But before anyone of them could tell him to stay, Harry excused himself out of there and jogged to the London Bridge, which was at least 8 blocks from their house.
Harry just rested his elbows on the rail of the bridge and just stared at the scenery. It started to lightly rain, causing the river below him to ripple.
What was he going to do? His plans for both being an auror and a singer were ruined, all he had was himself. Snape was right; he was selfish. He wished he was some other person, not the bloody the boy-who- lived. He should be dead.
'Well it is about seven more hours until the sun starts to set,' Harry thought to himself.
Harry walked around London, avoiding the Leaky Cauldron and anyone who looked like they were part of the world of magic.
Harry felt like singing and there was no better place to sing than at a karaoke bar.
Since it was still morning there weren't that many people there, he just wanted to sing for fun, he didn't realize that he would of won money or anything like that.
"So how old are ya suga?" a woman about 40 years that sounded American, asked him.
"Twenty," Harry said neutrally.
"I.D. hun," she asked him.
Harry handed her his fake I.D. and again it worked like a charm.
She handed him it back and asked him to give her 15 euros, which he did.
"Go ahead and pick a song and start doing your stuff," she said as she walked away from him.
Harry looked around the songs and most of them were oldies so he went to the rock section and found a song that he liked, too bad they didn't have Depeche Mode or Metallica.
Harry got up and the spot light beamed upon him. Even though the light may of hide the crowd from his view, he could of sword he saw a man dressed in a black three-piece suit with shoulder length wavy brown hair and a gold earring, sitting on one of the bar stools.
The song that Harry sang was Chop Suey by System of a Down. Harry took a shot of vodka and started screaming/singing. Many people were coming in the bar, instead of out during the middle of the song:
I don't think you trust
in
my
self-righteous suicide
I
cry
when angels deserve to die
In
my
self-righteous suicide
I
cry
when angels deserve to die
Father
(Father)
Father
(Father)
Father
(Father)
Father
(Father)
Father into your hands I commend my spirit
Father into your hands why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken me oh
Trust in my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
Throughout the whole song, it seemed like Harry had two or three different voices, but it was almost inaudible. While he was singing/screaming Harry tried to focus on looking at the man in the black three-piece suit.
By the end there was a crowd applauding for him, mostly people about in their college years because they don't allow people under the drinking age to enter, no matter what.
When it was over Harry lowered his head, he didn't really want all that attention at the moment and he sat three seats away from his mysterious man.
"Here you go suga," the woman from earlier said and handed him about 2000 euros and a whole bottle of vodka and tequila.
"Sorry ma'am, but I didn't order this," Harry said eyeing the drinks.
"No, that man over there did for you," she said and pointed to a man waving at him, Harry recognized the man as Mundungus Fletcher.
Harry put the money in his pocket and grabbed his drinks and made his way over to Mundungus.
"How you doing old chump?" Mundungus greeted him.
"Honestly or do you want to hear that I'm the happiest guy there is?" Harry said sarcastically.
"Wow, that good? I thought you would have been sad about Sirius, but you seem quite alright," Mundungus said drinking his beer.
"Mundungus, I'm the complete opposite of what I just told you about being happy," Harry explained to the man.
"Eh? Oh bugger that. So let's drink before my shift is over."
Harry opened the bottle of tequila and took a whole swig of it from the bottle and he could feel the alcohol almost working on him. When he turned to look at the man in the three-piece suit, he disappeared again.
They spent the hour talking about quidditch and then Fletcher had to leave for more cauldron selling.
Harry decided to walk out of there after that. Harry kept on drinking
from the tequila bottle until he sat on a bench. Harry still wasn't as
drunk as he wanted to be, but he could see a family, not to far from
him. They looked real happy together. It was just a man, his wife, and
their baby.
Harry stopped drinking for a few minutes and just watched the happy funny, it sort of reminded him of a time like that, but it was hazy in his mind.
More morning showers came, almost everyone had an umbrella except for Harry who still sat on the bench and watched as the family looked for shelter in one of the near by buildings.
With nothing to hold him back now, Harry drank more. He had about a quarter of tequila left when a shadow went over him.
The figure shook his head at Harry, who was half asleep at the moment and sat right next to him, and a small red light seem to whiz around where one of his eyes should have been.
"Get up Potter. There's no use for you to be hanging around here, if you want to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," said a gruff voice.
Harry looked up and said slowly, "It's me ole' chump Mad Ear Moldy. The only way to kill him is by getting him drunk. Now how does that sound?"
"This isn't you Potter. Getting drunk and smoking now? Whatever happened and if you don't mind Potter I'll be taking your drinks," Moody said as he grabbed the bottle from Harry's hand, he still had a tight grip on it, and Moody smelled the tequila to see if there was any traces of poison in the drink,
"No...my effects. Tell me why did you take my rum, I mean my tequila? I needed those you know..."
"No you don't Potter. Now tell me, what's in Merlin's name is wrong with you?" Moody said in his rough voice.
"Uh...hold on let me think about that..." Harry said and he tried to sit straight if he weren't swaying too badly and he started to hum.
"Well?" Moody asked impatiently.
"Oh now I remember. Let's see the greasy haired git told me that I was selfish person, so I am being what he thought of me, just to prove his point," Harry said pointing a finger up and passing out on top of Moody's lap.
"Bloody Potter," Moody growled at the sleeping form. "Well at least you aren't rowdy when your drunk," Moody said to lighten the darken mood and lifted Harry out of there and started to limp his way to Mrs. Figg's home.
Okay that's all for now. Have a great weekend. R&R
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own anything close to Linkin Park. I do not own cigarettes either nor their songs. I do not own Dracula or Dracula's bat form. 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. The link is in my profile here. 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: /
Canoet: ah it's Canoet...having a fun time without me? I see how it is...dies so anyways thanks for the cookie, even though I choked on it when you gave it to me...aw sry for making things confusing, I guess it's because I am a confusing person myself. Hmm I'm not sure about the whole LP in the next chapter thing oO lol j/k. lol no Harry is not turning gay, there's also bisexual, which is all right. Oh I'm not having them in the story because I think I might be stepping over the line a bit lol, I guess I'll make all the guys bachelors. Man I love that sexy pic, you know I do, he's so sexy there. Lol I'll try to put you there, for the sake of being with you...
Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus: lol I try to get my chapters up by the following weekend :).
Carry Out: lmao you got confused XD. Sry bout that Carry out couldn't control myself there. The thing is Harry didn't get bit in that chapter. Oh and your cousin is a liar and a fraud FYI, she may be a good kid to you, but not to me.
Serpent of Light: lol how did it confuse you? Oh, I wouldn't mind to travel once in a while, where I live this place is as boring as a dead tadpole. That song is called ESUAL, it's the Place for my Head demo. It's also on the HTEP cd, which is really hard to get now a days.
Gohan00: thank you :).
Last Time :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::: As he turned to sit on the desk chair, he heard Harry mumble," Please make them stop talking. So many..."
"So many what?" Snape asked,
"So many voices in my head," Harry said in his sleep. "Make them stop."
Snape decided that Harry was just having a bad dream, so he gave him a Dreamless Sleep Potion. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: Harry...Harry...Open the window Harry...You must invite us in the house...Green
eyed one...Gem...Precious, open the door for me... Ma cherè, open it and invite...
The whole night Harry had to endure the hundreds of voices telling him to invite them in and they were calling to him. The voices were young and old, male and female, loud and soft, and most of them were in different languages.
He tossed on the bed; the dreamless potion did not help him at all. He may have been asleep, but part of him was still awake and hearing those voices. Voices that were trying to drive him insane and to let down his guard.
He woke up with a start and just laid there and looking at the left side of the room, since he was sleeping on his stomach. He saw Snape, there, resting on the desk chair; and near Snape's feet he saw a few empty potion vials and bloodied bandages.
Harry silently crept out of the bedroom, with a blanket, and made his way downstairs, avoiding some of the creeping steps.
He really wanted a cigarette right now, but unfortunately he didn't have the time or sanity right now to go buy some.
He made his way to the downstairs bathroom. He realized that he was still in his yesterday's boxers on him, but that didn't matter. What matter was what happened last night and why were there bandages on his head?
Harry took off the bandage, threw the bandage away, and touched the area. His hair was still there, but when he looked at that hand, there was just a little bit of blood.
He thought nothing of it, but instead wrapped the blanket tighter around his chilled body and walked to the kitchen.
Harry assumed that Snape was still asleep upstairs on that chair. So Harry inaudibly walked into the kitchen and started to make coffee.
While the coffee was getting liquefied, he walked to the table and put his head down on the cool surface. He was a bored and getting sleepier. A few seconds later Harry fell asleep.
/Upstairs /
Snape woke up to the smell of coffee in the air, even though it was still a bit faint.
He looked to the bed and noticed that the brat was gone.
"Damn you Potter," Snape said angrily.
He got up from the chair and strided out the bedroom. He followed the scent of the coffee, wishing it were tea instead, and didn't see Potter anywhere. Then, he noticed that Potter was at the table.
"Potter what are you doing?" Snape drawled. Harry did not respond to Snape's menacing voice.
Snape raised an eyebrow and said, "Bloody Hell Potter," and shook Harry on his shoulder.
Harry slowly came about into the land of reality. "What time is it?" he asked to no one in particular, forgetting that Snape was there at the moment, yawning loudly and stretching.
"It's just a quarter past nine Mr. Potter," Snape said as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"What the flying fu- -, yeah what the flying duck did you come from?" Harry inquired of Snape.
"Mind telling me what happened last nights first?" Snape questioned him.
"What do you mean?" Harry said perplexed.
Again, Snape raised an eyebrow at him and gripped the sides of his arms. "Last night was my turn to watch over you, I followed you to the park where you would have met your end if it weren't for me. Mind telling me what exactly was happening?"
Right after Snape mentioned about the park, Harry remembered. The previous nights events came flooding back to him and frustrated he ran his hands through his hair, which just made him look more like a wild man now.
Snape turned off the coffee maker and gave Harry some early morning tea with some calming potion in it.
Harry took it without looking at Snape and drank it. The calming potion's effect slowly started to work into his system and he set the cup down. He put his head at the back of the chair and closed his eyes.
"Well let's see; I woke up, that morning, and went to a friend's house," Harry started.
"For a couple of hours?" Snape asked.
"Yes, we were discussing some things, but that's none of your business just yet," Harry added. "Well after that I was walking to the Dursley's home. And I guess there was a bit of a disruption with that, but as you can see I'm here now, in one peace. The End," Harry said opening his eyes and looking straight at Snape's unbelieving ones.
"Potter, you just want me to believe that those boys were just 'a bit of disruption' on your way here. I find that very unlikely. Tell me what those muggles wanted from you," Snape demanded.
Harry's eyes turned a bit cold and it Snape could feel it, "They wanted nothing," and Harry said so softly that Snape almost didn't hear him, "because I am nothing."
"What was that Potter?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. They wanted nothing from me, but my death," Harry said truthfully
"Now why would they want that? Was it because you tortured them when you were younger? I can understand that because you felt that you were better than anyone," Snape said without caring how Harry felt about his words.
"Yes that's exactly why Professor Snape. Now could be kind and leave? I have many things that I must do to all the muggles living on this block," Harry said dramatically and rised from his seat and started to push Snape out the door.
"Good day sir," Harry said right before he slammed the door on Snape's back and locked it. "What a bloke," Harry added as he went upstairs to change.
/On the other side of the door/ "Bloody Potter, what an insignificant brat. Always thinking of himself, next time there won't be a bloody vampire to save and take him again..." Snape said as he apparated to number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
/Back in the Dursley's residence/
Harry changed into a dark red velvet loose shirt and blue jeans. He didn't bother with his hair; he just made it messier.
"Stupid Snape. Doesn't know what he's saying. He doesn't know me at all, so he couldn't really be meaning to say that. Not unless I really am a selfish person. No that couldn't be right, I did save my friend's lives," Harry talked out loud.
He looked to the mirror and saw only Sirius falling through the Veil, his robes flowing down with him into oblivion.
"Focus Harry. As Dumbledore said, 'It does not do well to dwell in the past' or something like that. But he was wrong about Sirius; Sirius wasn't selfish person, he was a good man with a good heart. Unlike that greasy haired git, Snape," Harry said angrily.
He put some shoes on and walked outside. He went to the nearest drug store away from the park and walked into the store.
He went to the counter and asked the cashier for whatever box of cigarettes they had and a dragon imprinted Zippo.
"Sir, do you have any I.D. on you?"
"What? Oh yes, here," Harry said handing her his old elementary I.D., hoping that she wont notice that he cleared the whole card and made a false one.
"Thank you sir. That will come to the total of 60 euros." Harry handed her the money without a second's glance and walked out.
With shaking hands, Harry lighted a cigarette and inhaled its scent. He didn't care if he died of cancer that might come in probably a decade from now, but what mattered was defeating Voldermort or being killed by that monster.
Harry kept on walking, lost in his thoughts of what will happen to him. He ran into someone, beyond doubt a man.
"Oh sorry sir, I should of watched where I was going," Harry said as he crushed the cigarette at the end of his heel, without looking at the man he knocked into.
"No the fault is mine as well. Do not worry though, everything is and will be fine," the mystery man spoke what seemed to be a Romanian accent. From where Harry was looking down, it seemed like the man was wearing a black three-piece suit and was carrying an ivory cane.
Before Harry could get a good look at the guy, he just disappeared into thin air and Harry was sure it wasn't magic either. 'Maybe I'm still a bit tired,' Harry thought to himself.
Harry lighted another cigarette and decided to see how the guys were doing.
25 minutes later
Harry crushed the cigarette with the heel of his show again and knocked on the door.
"Chester what a surprise!" Brad said as he opened the door and he blocked the entrance.
"Hey Brad. May I come in?" Harry said after he noticed that Brad wasn't going to let him in.
"Um. That might not be a good thing Chester. You see we are..." Brad said a bit uncertain.
"Brad stop playing around and let him in," Joe said from inside.
"Well Chester, it's not what you think it is..." Brad started to say but Harry saw the few items wrapped in newspaper and some of the half full boxes.
"Are you guys moving or something?" Harry asked them.
"Yes basically we are," Mike said.
"But weren't you guys going to call me?" Harry said a bit hurt.
"Yeah ---," Joe started.
"Before or after you left?" Harry asked.
"No. More like somewhere in between that," Rob said as he carried a box over to them.
"What's gonna happen to our band?" Chester asked.
"Well we were hoping that you can come live with us, but then there was the possibility that you might decline," Mike said.
"I'm sorry but I can't do that you guys. I guess you'll have to find another guy. Well hope everything goes well with you guys, but I have to go now. I still have a few errands to run before night falls. Well, call me when you guys are leaving or when you've reached the States. Bye," Harry said.
But before anyone of them could tell him to stay, Harry excused himself out of there and jogged to the London Bridge, which was at least 8 blocks from their house.
Harry just rested his elbows on the rail of the bridge and just stared at the scenery. It started to lightly rain, causing the river below him to ripple.
What was he going to do? His plans for both being an auror and a singer were ruined, all he had was himself. Snape was right; he was selfish. He wished he was some other person, not the bloody the boy-who- lived. He should be dead.
'Well it is about seven more hours until the sun starts to set,' Harry thought to himself.
Harry walked around London, avoiding the Leaky Cauldron and anyone who looked like they were part of the world of magic.
Harry felt like singing and there was no better place to sing than at a karaoke bar.
Since it was still morning there weren't that many people there, he just wanted to sing for fun, he didn't realize that he would of won money or anything like that.
"So how old are ya suga?" a woman about 40 years that sounded American, asked him.
"Twenty," Harry said neutrally.
"I.D. hun," she asked him.
Harry handed her his fake I.D. and again it worked like a charm.
She handed him it back and asked him to give her 15 euros, which he did.
"Go ahead and pick a song and start doing your stuff," she said as she walked away from him.
Harry looked around the songs and most of them were oldies so he went to the rock section and found a song that he liked, too bad they didn't have Depeche Mode or Metallica.
Harry got up and the spot light beamed upon him. Even though the light may of hide the crowd from his view, he could of sword he saw a man dressed in a black three-piece suit with shoulder length wavy brown hair and a gold earring, sitting on one of the bar stools.
The song that Harry sang was Chop Suey by System of a Down. Harry took a shot of vodka and started screaming/singing. Many people were coming in the bar, instead of out during the middle of the song:
I don't think you trust
in
my
self-righteous suicide
I
cry
when angels deserve to die
In
my
self-righteous suicide
I
cry
when angels deserve to die
Father
(Father)
Father
(Father)
Father
(Father)
Father
(Father)
Father into your hands I commend my spirit
Father into your hands why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken me oh
Trust in my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
Throughout the whole song, it seemed like Harry had two or three different voices, but it was almost inaudible. While he was singing/screaming Harry tried to focus on looking at the man in the black three-piece suit.
By the end there was a crowd applauding for him, mostly people about in their college years because they don't allow people under the drinking age to enter, no matter what.
When it was over Harry lowered his head, he didn't really want all that attention at the moment and he sat three seats away from his mysterious man.
"Here you go suga," the woman from earlier said and handed him about 2000 euros and a whole bottle of vodka and tequila.
"Sorry ma'am, but I didn't order this," Harry said eyeing the drinks.
"No, that man over there did for you," she said and pointed to a man waving at him, Harry recognized the man as Mundungus Fletcher.
Harry put the money in his pocket and grabbed his drinks and made his way over to Mundungus.
"How you doing old chump?" Mundungus greeted him.
"Honestly or do you want to hear that I'm the happiest guy there is?" Harry said sarcastically.
"Wow, that good? I thought you would have been sad about Sirius, but you seem quite alright," Mundungus said drinking his beer.
"Mundungus, I'm the complete opposite of what I just told you about being happy," Harry explained to the man.
"Eh? Oh bugger that. So let's drink before my shift is over."
Harry opened the bottle of tequila and took a whole swig of it from the bottle and he could feel the alcohol almost working on him. When he turned to look at the man in the three-piece suit, he disappeared again.
They spent the hour talking about quidditch and then Fletcher had to leave for more cauldron selling.
Harry decided to walk out of there after that. Harry kept on drinking
from the tequila bottle until he sat on a bench. Harry still wasn't as
drunk as he wanted to be, but he could see a family, not to far from
him. They looked real happy together. It was just a man, his wife, and
their baby.
Harry stopped drinking for a few minutes and just watched the happy funny, it sort of reminded him of a time like that, but it was hazy in his mind.
More morning showers came, almost everyone had an umbrella except for Harry who still sat on the bench and watched as the family looked for shelter in one of the near by buildings.
With nothing to hold him back now, Harry drank more. He had about a quarter of tequila left when a shadow went over him.
The figure shook his head at Harry, who was half asleep at the moment and sat right next to him, and a small red light seem to whiz around where one of his eyes should have been.
"Get up Potter. There's no use for you to be hanging around here, if you want to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," said a gruff voice.
Harry looked up and said slowly, "It's me ole' chump Mad Ear Moldy. The only way to kill him is by getting him drunk. Now how does that sound?"
"This isn't you Potter. Getting drunk and smoking now? Whatever happened and if you don't mind Potter I'll be taking your drinks," Moody said as he grabbed the bottle from Harry's hand, he still had a tight grip on it, and Moody smelled the tequila to see if there was any traces of poison in the drink,
"No...my effects. Tell me why did you take my rum, I mean my tequila? I needed those you know..."
"No you don't Potter. Now tell me, what's in Merlin's name is wrong with you?" Moody said in his rough voice.
"Uh...hold on let me think about that..." Harry said and he tried to sit straight if he weren't swaying too badly and he started to hum.
"Well?" Moody asked impatiently.
"Oh now I remember. Let's see the greasy haired git told me that I was selfish person, so I am being what he thought of me, just to prove his point," Harry said pointing a finger up and passing out on top of Moody's lap.
"Bloody Potter," Moody growled at the sleeping form. "Well at least you aren't rowdy when your drunk," Moody said to lighten the darken mood and lifted Harry out of there and started to limp his way to Mrs. Figg's home.
Okay that's all for now. Have a great weekend. R&R