Here's Chapter Three.
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Chapter 3 - Wanna talk?
"Harry, um....can we talk?"
"No, not really," he said not looking up from his plate where he hadn't even touched his food.
"I don't care what you say, Harry Potter, we are going to talk."
"You might."
"God, why do you have to be so difficult."
"Sorry, I'll just SHUT UP then."
With a growl of frustration I stormed out of the kitchen making as much noise as possible in attempts to wake up Mrs. Black as I was not in the mood to scream, let her do it for me. My plan didn't work however because Remus stopped me in the hall.
"Want to keep it down a little?"
"Not really." I said shrugging off his hand that was on my shoulder.
"Why not?"
"Cuz I'm pissed off."
"Why?"
"What's with the 3rd degree?"
"Just trying to figure out what's going on."
"Not so keen on telling you."
"Fine." I could tell I had hurt Remus and that was just fine with me. The entire world was pissing me off this morning. If Remus didn't want to let Harry know he was hurting, fine, but I was going to make him pay for it. Glaring at him I stalked down the hall until I heard him call to me quietly, "It doesn't matter how mad you get, he's not coming back. Don't make us pay for it."
"I'm not mad at Sirius, I'm mad at Harry, and you, just now." I growled at him. Remus shook his head at me.
"I don't understand you."
"Nor I you. Leave me alone."
"If you want to talk…."
"I'll find someone more in touch with their emotions." I said and instantly regret the words as I see hurt and anger flash in my godfather's weary eyes.
"Is that what this is about?"
"No." I mumbled feebly.
"Come with me," he said. When I didn't move he calls my name in a sharp voice, "Crescent! Now!"
I still didn't move and I can see he is quickly losing patience. Musingly I wonder how close it is to the full moon, probably not far. "I don't have to."
"Don't you?" he mused mockingly with a tone I've never heard him use before.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked almost hurt that he's used that tone.
He sighed, "Sorry. Please come with me?"
I nodded and followed him into the sitting room.
"What's this about being in touch with emotions? Don't you remember last night?" He asked curiously.
"Of course. Harry doesn't"
"He wasn't there." Remus said confused.
"Exactly."
"Oh, I get it. You told him and he's upset."
"No. I didn't say anything. He acts like he's the only one who this hurts and can't get it through his head that other people are affected."
"Most people feel alone in their grief," he said thoughtfully not talking exactly to me but himself as well.
"I don't understand why he thinks he has more right than I do to hurt. Sirius was MY father."
"Ah, do you think your pain is more important or are you hurt that Harry doesn't think so?"
I looked down, "I don't know. I feel bad for feeling this way. I know Harry knows I'm hurting, but he doesn't act like it."
"Moon child, give it time. You only just got here last night."
"Harry said that it's like you don't care that Sirius died." I blurted feeling like a tattle-tale.
"What?" He asks amazed.
"He said you don't act like you care. It pissed me off."
"Which is why you think he thinks he's the only one affected."
"Yes."
Remus opened his mouth to say something as Harry passed the door, on the way to his room I presume. "Excuse me, daughter, I'm going to talk to Harry."
He left the room without giving me time to protest. I shrugged and went up to Sirius' room where Remus had put my stuff. As I passed Harry and Ron's room I could hear the muffled voices of my godfather and Harry. Shrugging again I entered my/Sirius' room and pulled out my guitar, my only instrument that I could fit in the trunk. I chuckled as I remembered making Harry sing with me, Ron teased him about it the rest of the time. Next time I saw him I was going to ask him to sing again, my favorite song was a duet so I was looking forward to it.
But seeing as he was not here I racked my brain for something to sing, I was not thinking clearly today. Suddenly I started to play, my fingers almost moving themselves.
"Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing ?
Hello
I'm your mind
giving you someone
to talk to
Hello
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me
I'm not broken
Hello
I'm the lie
Living for you
So you
Can hide
Don't cry
Suddenly I know
I'm not sleeping
Hello
I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday"
As I finished I heard a noise in the doorway and turned to see Harry, looking down. I sat patiently for him to look at me and when he did I saw tears in his eyes. Walking in he sat on the bed beside me but when I went to put my guitar down he stopped you.
"No, keep playing."
"What?"
"I don't care."
"Ok." I said slowly trying to think of a song. I wracked my brain for a few minuets trying to think of a song to play when Harry kissed my cheek.
"Do you have anything we can sing together." I almost cried at the gesture, knowing it was his way of showing he knew I was hurting.
"I do!"
He chuckles, "Get it."
As I ran across the room to my trunk I was glad I taught Harry to read music. It seemed like a good way to pass the time and now he could sing with me.
I handed him the music and started playing the opening cords
He began:
"She put him out
Like the burning end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart
He spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away
A little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough
To get her off his mind
Until the night"
I joined his voice with his, harmonizing
"He put that bottle to his head
And pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short
But this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said 'I'll love her till I die'
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la"
He dropped out to let me sing the next verse.
"The rumors flew
But nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years
She tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away
A little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough
To get him off her mind
Until the night"
He joined back in this time harmonizing with me.
"She put that bottle to her head
And pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short
But this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la"
I stopped playing the guitar and just sing the 'lullaby' occapela.
"La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la"
As we finished Harry leaned in close and my heart fluttered in my chest, he was finally going to kiss me.
Applause broke out from the doorway and Harry jumped back from me like I had stung him. I growled softly and turned to see who was in the doorway. Ron was smiling and Hermione looked embarrassed, knowing what they interrupted.
"Sorry for interrupting, but that was wonderful," Hermione said.
"You weren't interrupting." Harry said then turned to me, "Can we talk later?"
I nodded and he walked out with Ron and Hermione leaving me to think about what almost just happened.
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