WARNINGS: This will be slash, and if you know my stories, you know between whom. Slash means male on male action and relationships. Other warnings include gay bashing (not my own opinion, I assure you), swearing, and slight child abuse.
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and Co do not belong to me, they belong to J.K. Rowling. The plot does, in fact, belong to me, though. Songs throughout the story belong to various artists, and I will inform you when we get there. The songs are Its About Time by Jamie Cullum, Are you There in the play Bare: A Pop Opera, Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard, The Monkees theme song by The Monkees, and Carryin' the Banner in Newsies.
A/N: Hey all. Sorry about the long wait…again. Don't worry, that's going to be stopping now. I've actually been without a computer with Word or any other writing program for the past two weeks, but, luckily for you, I've been writing things in a notebook. I have two things to say about this chapter: the school that's in this story doesn't actually exist. Also, to all you Emo kids out there…I hope I don't offend you. I have a lot of friends that listen to music, so I don't really "hate it" Wow…long A/N…sorry!
Chapter 2: New People
Last time on A New Beginning:
See my face not a trace
No reality
I don't work I just speed
That's all I need
Harry looked up at the front where his Uncle was driving, saw his lips moving, and saw how he was smiling at his son, Dudley. Harry missed a smile like that being directed towards him. Hasn't had one in about three years. First his parents were…no…he couldn't say it. Then they died. Everything was meant to happen for a reason…only problem was…Harry didn't understand why these things did.
I'm a lazy sod...
that's what we say you're
I'm a lazy sod...
I'm so lazy
I can't even be bothered
Lazy Lazy
HARRY
Music is the answer to every question you could ever ask and can fix every problem. When there is romance in your life you listen to some sappy shit (though some of that sappy shit is good). Incubus has some pretty kick ass love songs. I've never really taken to heart those lyrics because I've never been in love. Yeah, that's right, an eighteen-year-old boy (man, whatever you want to say) has never been in love. Sometimes being gay can really fuck you up the ass, no pun intended.
Anyways, back to music. Ever since all the shit started happening in my life I've turned to music, booze, and drugs. (Music the most. Drugs and Alcohol are expensive!) The kind of music doesn't matter much to me because I'm more of a lyrics kind of person. It just so happens that I usually like Metal, Punk, and Rock. Also, I usually find Rap and Hip-Hop totally pointless. When I say I love Eminem people look, laugh, and call me a 'poser'. What the hell is up with that?
I don't label myself, as anything and I certainly don't stereotype others. I dress how I'm comfortable; people choose to call me a 'Punk'. The only thing I will ever label is music. Back to Eminem. People listen to his Lyrics and think 'wow, what a violent person'. You need to look deeper/ Print out his lyrics, read them a few times, and really think them over. You'll see what I mean.
Now, as I said before I've never been in love. Boy does that suck donkey balls. I, honestly, don't remember whatlove feels like…any kind. I know what your thinking. I'm just complaining to get the attention, right? Seriously,believer me when I tell you I've had enough attention to last me a lifetime…
Walking down to the water's edge
Where I have been before
If I don't find my love sometime
I'm walking out that door
Some may come and some may go
But no-one seems to be
The person I've been searching for
The one whose meant for me
Biding my time, trying to find a heart that's lonely
Looking for her, my love my one and only
Maybe I'll dream, tonight about the girl who'll be coming my way
So I'll take this chance and celebrate the day
When I'm making my way through an open door
I've got some love and so much more
And I'm ready to make someone mine
Making my way through an open door
I've got some love and so much more
And I'll find her, 'cause it's about time
You try too hard and it feels just like
You're running on thin air
Why does luck happen by surprise
If you don't really care
The past is gone the flames are out
From fires that have burned
New ideals and different thoughts
From lessons I have learned
Biding my time, trying to find a heart that's lonely
Looking for her, my love my one and only
Maybe I'll dream, tonight about the girl who'll be coming my way
So I'll take this chance and celebrate the day
When I'm making my way through an open door
I've got some love and so much more
And I'm ready to make someone mine
Making my way through an open door
I've got some love and so much more
And I'll find her, 'cause it's about time
Got the feeling this could take a pretty long while
To find that smile
Put my faith in another piece of good advice
Well I tried that twice
Waiting for, a little something more
To inspire, take me higher
And I'm ready to make someone mine
Making my way through an open door
I've got some love and so much more
And I'll find her, 'cause it's about time
It's about time
Jamie Cullum wrote and sang that song. If you're curious, yes, he is a jazz artist. The first time I heard that song I thought it explained me in every way…except for the face that I don't want a girl, I want a guy. Minor details. I'm eighteen and don't know what any kind of love feels like. I think I'm ready for it, and I surly think I deserve it after everything I've lost. I don't want to live with people to hate me with a passion of a thousand suns. Oh…about that…
Here I am, unpacking things while my fat ass relatives went out to eat. Once again I was left to buy my own food. Normally this wouldn't be a problem but almost all the money I had saved up (which was to buy a car, mostly) I had to spend to get plane tickets from Surrey, England to Carthage, North Carolina. That's a totally different country, and tickets are exactly cheap to begin with.
I only have money from my last paycheck and that's only about $10.00 (I was sick that week, I couldn't help it). Who knew how long it was going to take for me to get a new job. Another problem to add to this is the school I'm going to be going to is one of the best schools in the world, thanks to my dumb ass cousin, Dudley The Whale. That's the reason we moved, by the way. An expensive school means expensive supplied, which means a lot of money. A lot of money Vernon sure as hell isn't going to be giving me.
After I had what Vernon told me to get done I took a shower, careful not to let my blue hair dye stain the sparkling white tub. After I got out I cleaned my eyebrow and tongue stud. I also changed my five earrings in my right ear. Finally satisfied with the way I looked (which no "normal" person would approve of) I went out the door on my blank deck skateboard (I don't go for labels).
As I skated down the road I sang softly to myself,
"Do you know-well, of course you do-what its like to stand outside
To watch the world and wish you didn't hurt so much you cried
I know I'm not the only one and I know I shouldn't care
But when I feel these things are real
I wish I felt you there
And if I did, I'd ask you
How come life is so unfair?"
I stopped singing when I saw people were looking at me. Standing a few feet from me (as I waited for the light to change so I could cross the street) was a group of boys and two girls. They had pushed pause on the music they were listening to and were peeking glances at me. Could they be anymore obvious? When I winked at them they jumped slightly and pushed play again. Suddenly my ears were filled with the worst sounding music ever.
We were both eighteen
And it felt so right
Oh, bloody hell. His voice…it was so bloody obnoxious! Emo. This was Emo music, and Emo music is quite annoying most of the time. There are a few things you can look for to figure out if what your listening to is Emo music.
Dose the singer sound like he has a cold?
Check
Is the singer complaining (in a very annoying way) about having their heart broken?
Check
Is the singer just plain old annoying?
Double check.
Those kids went back to talking amongst themselves and the light changed. Still, I didn't cross the street. These kids interested me for some reason. There were four redheads. Two of them were twins who looked to be around eighteen or nineteen. The other guy looked like he was around my age, maybe a year younger. All three had straight hair to their shoulders but the twins' hair was much thinner. The last redhead was a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen. She had long red hair to her waist, which was quite voluminous. There was no doubt they were related.
Next to the non-twin redhead stood a portly boy (who looked around the same age) with brown hair and freckles. Next to him stood a girl the same age with short, slightly frizzy chestnut hair.
"Wow, I love Yellowcard!" Squealed the female redhead.
"Yeah, you have to love them," The other girl said added.
"Eh," the non-twin redhead said,
"I don't really like them. They're too…Emo."
Thank you…whoever is listening! I rolled over to them and they all took a step backwards, as though they were afraid of me. Yes, ii hurt slightly (hey, I have feelings) but I was used to it, so I kept my face indifferent. I smiled warmly and attempted to soften my eyes but, due to the fact that I can't see my own eyes, I wasn't sure if it worked. The brown-haired girl attempted a smile and took a, what they thought was a brave, step forward.
"Hello," She said,
"I'm Hermione Granger…and you?"
"Harry, Harry Potter. I'm-"
"-New, yes, I know."
Wow, what a bitch. She's a know it all I can see it now. Still, her eyes were warm and I could tell she was a sweet person. After this confrontation the others stepped up, giving me friendly smiles. I heard a little giggle from the redheaded girl and I looked at her. She was smiling at me in a flirtatious way and the chubby kid looked like he wanted to kill me. I was going to have to clear this up quickly. But…
"Your English," She (redhead) said, a slight giggle in her voice.
Wow…you think?
"Yeah, I just moved from Surrey, England," I said, taking out a fag and lightly up,
"Fag?" I asked, holding up the pack.
"Look, pale, we don't talk like that in this group. One of our brothers is gay and we have nothing against that," Twin # 1 said.
"Don't know what your talking about, mate," I said honestly.
They didn't know it yet, but obviously I had nothing against being gay. I held up the pack of fags again, trying to clear things up. Everyone looked quite angry except that Hermione girl. She rolled her eyes.
"Honestly, don't you people know anything?" She asked her friends, annoyed.
When they didn't say anything she clucked her tongue and said,
"In England a 'fag' means a cigarette, not a rude word for a gay person. A gay person there is a 'pouf'."
Listening to this I began to understand. I didn't know much American lingo but I remember watching an American program on the telly once. A faggot (or fag, obviously) was a very rude name for a gay person. I really was going to have to learn some of this lingo. The air was tense so I burst into song.
"Hey, hey we're The Monkees
People say we're monkeyin' around
But we're too busy singin'
To put anybody down"
Oh yea…did I mention that I love The Monkees?
"That was awesome, sing another one!" Twin # 2 (I think) said.
"That's my cigar
You'll steal another
Hey, bummas we got woik to do
Since when did you become me muddah?
Ah, stop your ballin'
Hey, who asked you?
Try bottle ally or da harba
Try central park its guaranteed
Try any banka, bum, or barba
They almost all knows how to read
I smell money
You smell foul
Met this goil last night
Ah, move you elbow
Pass the towel
For a buck I might!"
"What was that from?" Chubby boy asked.
"What?" I asked in shock,
"You've never seen Newsies?"
They all shook their heads and I smirked. I was a musical and play lover, as well.
"You have a lot to learn."
TBC…
A/N: There you go. 8 pages! Did you like? If your confused about the last song (the way some things are spelled) don't be. It's just the accent. In Newsies they all live in New York, and have a Brooklyn accent, and I did my best to write it. I used to live there, and I think I did ok.
Next time- Harry tells them he's gay and he learns their name. ENTER: Draco!
I'll do shout outs next time, promise!
Review, please, and suggestions would be nice…please?