Harry Potter, LP, and the Sixth Year

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Linkin Park, Dracula, or anything else you might of recognized. 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: Thanks for reading my story. Please R&R, and long reviews will be awesome. Also if you have any question, feel free to ask. :::::

Quote of the chapter:
 On "Frat Party and the Pancake Festival"
Interviewed guy: You give me interesting questions. I will give you interesting answers.

:: Reviews::

Falcon Zanbandia of Nightmares:yup those were all the songs, thanks for reading

Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus: lol that's all right that you didn't review the last chapter, I'm glad you told me anyways.

maya)-sleepy: yup those are the songs. Wow so are they going to juvie or something? Yup I emailed you about it already

i-like-geletin: well congrats you got all the lyrics. Lol so you think my story is good? :o well tell me two or three songs that you want LP to play in their first concert. About the band; well they went back to America (California) because they were a bit homesick. lol nah I'm keeping this as BK 6 :p thanks :D

SirDarlon: thanks and you got all the songs :D

cookie monster: thanks for reading lol you got lost inside my story? I thought that my writing sucked...so you live in Mexico? That's cool :D

Stardra - T.D.S.O.T.L. : Yeah. I swear J K. Rowling stole my idea from the beginning lol. I had this all planned out and then BOOM! Out comes the title for book six and then sighs now my story won't seem as original as I wanted it to be...kicks self but I did have intended Harry to be a half vampire when I started typing this story. Lol nope nothing yet about the band if they are wizards or muggles or squibs or half-bloods or just plain Aliens from Mars lol j/k thanks for reading again

carry out: as said before I intended for Harry to be a half-vampire from the beginning of the process of writing this; I just threw LP in to spice it up. Well it seems like there will be a bomb in a bus and then Harry will try to stop the bus from not stopping and along the way a lady tries to jump off the bus, but she get's runned over and then at the end they get the bomb off and Harry gets the girl in the end.

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Harry was trapped in this room, like a prisoner, once again. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the bed.

He thought about Dave, Joe, Rob, Brad, and Mike. He thought of another get together of theirs. Mike and Joe would be drawing, Dave and Rob would make fun of Brad's hair, and Harry would be laughing with them or would be admiring Mike and Joe's artwork. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::

Harry opened his eyes and got off of the bed and started pacing around the room.

"This all just a big mistake. I'm not a vampire, not at all. If I was then I wouldn't be here, I should of died back there. I'm not alive and I'm defiantly not a vampire, so that just means I'm just stuck in limbo or purgatory or whatever they call it. Yes that's the most logical explanation there is to that," Harry said out loud trying to convince himself that he is not a vampire, but in his heart he knew it was not true. "Oh who am I kidding? That's it I'm getting out of here."

For a few more hours, he thought of ways to get out, but none of them seemed to work.

"Hmm maybe if I..." Harry flexed his fingers and turned towards the door. He walked back a few steps until he had some distance between himself and the door.

Then he charged at the door. When he made contact, he once again received a powerful shock, but the door seemed to be almost off its hinges.

With a content smile, Harry charged at the door again and the door was only hanging on one hinge, but the barrier that Dumbledore put up was still there.

Harry glared at the barrier for a few more minutes before regaining his energy.

After a few more times charging at the door, Harry successfully got his left hand through the barrier, and then slowly and painfully Harry finally got the rest of him out of the barrier.

Harry dusted the dust off of him and looked at his clothes. His clothes looked shredded, but were still good enough to be called clothes.

He leaned against the wall opposite of the room he just came from and tried to regain his strength. After a few minutes, he walked downstairs; he made sure to be careful around Mrs. Black's portrait.

As Harry was walking down, he didn't notice that he almost broke the kitchen door as he opened it.

"Bloody hell. Not again," Harry said to himself as he tried to straighten the door back up. He faintly heard someone mutter a "Reparo" behind him and the door was back together again.

Harry turned around fast; his hand was looking for his wand. Then he realized that it wasn't with him. At that precise moment, it felt like his insides were changing again, but all he did was clutch his torso.

About 40 or more wands were directed at him.

:::: July 31, 10 minutes before ::::
:: 12 Grimmauld Place, London ::
::: First Floor, Kitchen ::::

"So is that all that happened?" Maverick Williamson, a new Order member, had inquired of them in his scarlet robes and ponytail.

"Yeah," Moody barked.

The kitchen was silent after that, except for the few whispers that broke through the still air.

Remus kept on running his hands through his light brown hair. "I can't believe I was just standing there watching him die there. I should have done something, anything. I could of sat by his side or held his hand, but instead all I did was watch and do nothing to comfort him. Why didn't do I anything?" Remus kept on saying to himself in his head, frustrated at himself. Remus remembered last summer how he saw the boggart Harry, lying dead and as still as he was tonight.

"Where is he now Professor Dumbledore?" Molly asked.

"At the moment, he is on the third floor, in the third bedroom," Dumbledore said sadly. "Don't worry I have placed a few good spells to hold him off for a while," he added after seeing some of their fearful looks at the door.

"Dumbledore," Moody growled. His magical eye fixed at the door or where the stairs would be leading upstairs.

"Yes Alastor?"

"Someone is coming this way," Moody barked.

At once many of the Order members had their wands trained at the kitchen door and they held their breath.

:::: July 31, present :::::
:: 12 Grimmauld Place, London ::
::: First floor, Kitchen :::

"Dumbledore must of recruited more members," Harry said in his mind, surveying all the people there.

"Ha-Harry what are you doing here?" Mrs. Weasley asked him.

"Molly, Harry's a vampire. Stay away from him," Remus said to her as she tried to make her way to Harry.

"Potter a vampire? Bullocks!" a few of the new members said and people started to whisper fearfully around him.

"Were you not listening to what Moody was saying Mundungus?" someone said.

"Remus, I'm not a vampire. There's no way that I am. Here get Sirius, he'll sort this all out..." It took Harry a few moments before what he said and he muttered sadly, "Sirius."

"It's just the vampire imitating Potter," Snape sneered at him and most of them nodded in agreement.

Harry felt like he was getting paler and paler. It was getting harder for him to breath. Harry took a step towards them and a few of them attempt to stun him, but those didn't even faze him.

And then the unexpected happened. One of them charged out from the small crowd of Phoenix members and stabbed him with a kitchen knife right on his abdomen.

A few of the members had to stun that man. Harry just pulled out the knife and gasped as searing pain coursed through his body and blood started to once again soak through his shirt.

Slowly, the knife slipped through his fingers and fell to the floor. "Professor," Harry said, looking at Dumbledore.

And then it happened. It seemed like the whole order was giving him the cruciatus curse at his insides.

"No...no...no I won't. JUST GET AWAY FROM ME," Harry screamed at no one but the voices inside his head. It seemed like there was an internal battle inside Harry.

"Harry...Harry just give in. Give in. You must give in. It will all be over if you just give in," is what the many voices are promptly saying to him. Their voices just seemed like the sirens that Odysseus faced; calling out to him, telling him to join them. Harry would gladly end the pain if all he do was turn into a vampire, but there was something holding him back from choosing that life of damnation.

The wound that Harry had when the fence pierced him had re-opened and blood started to gush out.

"No, just shut up," Harry yelled and started to bang his head against the floor, blood started to drip down from the side of his head and from a corner of his lip, also.

The vampire in him did not want to die.

So what did you guys think of this chapter? And did you guys like that little contest game from last chapter? And would you guys want to try that again? I would have had this up on the site sooner, but I had a few problems with the internet.

Here's the songs and the song lyrics:

Crawling : Against his will, he stand beside his own reflection. It's haunting, how he can't seem to find himself again.
"Confusing what is real," Harry said to his reflection. "This lack of self-control, I fear is never ending. Controlling." In the end: ," But in the end, I guess it doesn't even matter."

A Place for My Head: "I watch how the moon sits on the sky on a dark night, shining with the light from the sun..."