Harry Potter, LP, and the Sixth Year
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Miscellaneous tour stories from the guys:
The first tour Linkin Park was on was with "The Union Underground." The guys from the Union Underground decided it would be really funny to play pranks on Linkin Park and Systematic. They didn't really do anything to Linkin Park but they put live chickens on Systematic's stage, and the chickens got caught in the lights and were pooping on the drums, the guitarist couldn't even move anywhere cause there were chickens all over his feet. so Linkin Park played after Systematic and in preparation for their prank - somebody in Linkin Park "who wouldn't ever usually do something like this" decided to defecate into a trash bag, and if anything at all happened to LP on stage, that person was going to throw it on Union Underground. Apparently word got around that you shouldn't mess with Linkin Park. Luckily, LP ended up leaving the bag of feces.
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Last Time
Then Harry remembered something, today was also Neville's birthday, Harry got out a quill and parchment and wrote Neville a birthday card and wishing.
The rest of the night, to prevent himself from thinking of Sirius, Harry read the books that the one called Vlad sent him, until the morning came and he fell asleep.
It was morning, they received their Hogwarts letters, O.W.L.s, and Harry still hasn't gotten out from his room yet. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were a bit worried. They've been worried since Sirius' death.
His death caused two people they know to shrink back more from society; Remus and Harry. Remus tried to act normal, while Harry acted more and more depressed; it seemed to them.
They tried talking to Harry, but he only seemed to be lost in another world. Now he looks like he will never be happy again.
Even though they weren't in the same room as them as Sirius died, but they could hear Harry's screaming for Sirius and Remus trying to calm him down.
Everyone is the Order yearned to see Harry happy or at least smile sincerely, but that won't happen soon.
Everything seems to turn for the worse for Harry every year.
Harry also seemed more different; he seemed more distant and dead.
"But mum, why can't we go upstairs and wake him up?" Ron argued with Mrs. Weasley.
"Ron, for the hundredth time no you can not! Harry needs his rest. Now I better not see you guys go up to his room or else! And I mean it. Now go and finish up your lunch," Mrs. Weasley said.
"But mum, what if he's hungry?" Ron asked.
"He will come down if he is."
"But mum..."
"No buts Ron Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley said getting annoyed. She knew they cared and wondered about Harry, but she doesn't want them to know what Harry is unless he told them himself. 'Or if they find out themselves,' she shuddered at the thought of it.
When they finished eating, they played a game of Wizard's Chest to pass the time. They waited and grew worried.
Once the sun started to set and the sky was a dark orange; Harry came down. He looked awful. His skin was as pale as ever, which gave his face a haunted looked; somewhat Sirius looked when they first saw him.
"Hey Harry. All right mate?" Ron asked.
"Huh? Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Harry said.
"Hungry Harry? Mrs. Weasley is probably making dinner right now," Hermione said.
"Um. No not really. I ate some food upstairs," Harry lied. In fact he didn't even eat anything, not even the rats that Vlad had supplied him for blood.
Harry read that he needed fresh blood, none of the medical blood sacs you get at the hospital. He needed hot, pulsing, fresh blood. He licked his lips at the thought of blood.
"Harry we received our Hogwarts letter and our O.W.L.s!" Hermione said enthusiastically and handed Harry his letters.
"Oh thanks Hermione," Harry said with a small smile. He took the letters from Hermione but he did not open them.
Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance with each other.
The next few days went like that: they woke up, Harry still in bed, they ate, they played games, and they waited for Harry to get up before the sunsets.
Then one day, Harry asked if he may use the phone.
"Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked.
"Yes Harry?" Mr. Weasley replied, though making sure there's some distance between them.
"Um. Is there a telephone around that I can use? I need to call someone," Harry asked him.
"Ah the fellytone, I mean the telephone. Hmm...sorry Harry I don't think there is one in this house. But there is a phone booth; I believe they are called, a few houses down from here. Why don't you try that?" he suggested.
"Oh thank you Mr. Weasley," Harry said.
"No problem Harry, but you promise to be back in the house no later than 5 minutes when you leave."
"I promise Mr. Weasley. If you don't mind me asking, why?"
"Security reasons Harry," Mr. Weasley said simply and left for work again before Harry could ask anything else.
An hour later as everyone was eating dinner, Harry slipped out and went to find that phone booth.
"Ah its such a lovely evening, wouldn't you say young one?" a voice above he said.
"What do you want?" Harry asked coyly.
"Why just being around you is soothing. All I want to do is make you happy, Harry, or at least make you smile," Vlad said.
"I don't feel like being happy. Can you bug me in 2 minutes I have to make a phone call?" Harry said trying to ward him off.
"As you wish," Vlad joked and seemed to disappear.
Harry put in the proper amount for a phone call and the service. The phone rang 3 times before someone picked it up.
"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered.
"Hey, it's me Chester," Harry said.
"Oh hey Chester. It's Mike," he said before yawning again.
"So how are things there?"
"Oh not to bad. We'll be going back to England sooner. Probably in two days," Mike said a bit more awake.
"Cool," Harry said, he can't wait to make more music with them.
"So how are things with you? Brad was saying something like you were attacked at your relatives," Mike asked worried.
"Oh, they just kicked me out of the house for now. Don't worry; I'm fine. I'm staying at my godfa- my friends' family's home," Harry said, his insides seemed to turn into ice at the thought of Sirius.
"Oh that's cool. Is their place big?" Mike seemed to have a hard time finding words to put together.
"Um...yeah. There is a lot of bedrooms, I guess," Harry said puzzled.
"Oh. Do you think it would be all right if we stayed there for a while also? Um. We're running out of money here," Mike said embarrassed.
"Yeah, I think it will be alright if you did" Harry said. He didn't care if Dumbledore said no or if the others refused for his friends to stay over the summer.
"Oh cool. Thanks a lot man. Where is their house?"
Harry told Mike the directions and then they said their goodbyes and hung up.
"So young Harry, do you want supper now?" Vlad asked him.
"Supper? Um no thank you," Harry said once he saw the almost dead bird. It looked like the bird was impaled by the stick that Vlad found.
"Oh okay then," Vlad said and then he sucked the bird dry.
"I thought that vampires weren't allowed to suck all the blood out," Harry said.
"It's alright for me because I'm let's just say very, very old," Vlad said and winked. "Well I must take my leave now Harry. Make sure to drink or else you'll be weaker than a human baby. Also, why don't you check those letters that your school has sent you?"
"Why?" Harry asked but no one answered back to him.
When Harry came back to the house, he ignored what Vlad said and did not open the letters. He laid down on the couch on his stomach and closed his eyes.
"Oh Harry, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" Harry said tiredly.
A few minutes Harry heard a few footsteps and they stopped right in front of the couch.
"Harry is there something that you wish to tell me?" Dumbledore asked. Memories of the old man asking both a younger him and a younger Tom Riddle raced through his mind.
"No Professor," Harry said as a reflex and opened his eyes, but then, "Well, yes Professor, there is one thing I need to tell you."
"Yes Harry?" a surprised voice asked.
"Well tonight I went out to make a phone call, to my friends. They needed a place to stay for a while. They are from America. So would it be all right if they stayed here, in this house?" Harry asked Dumbledore.
Dumbledore took a few moments before answering Harry.
Well that's all for now you guys. School is bad for your health =O. The only interesting class is Mythology =O. So how are you guys doing? What do you guys will happen next? Did you like this chapter? Ahh so many questions OO, well I'll just leave it there till next Monday girls and ghouls.