Chapter 30:"When I am silent"

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even that song. It was made by someone else. I don't know who. I sung it in Chorus a while ago.

A/N: Before you read, beware this has a lot of "music talk" in it and will very much confuse someone who is not into music of any sort. If you have any questions about a certain musical term ask me at the end of the chapter. The italics words are the song Mary is singing.

Other A/N: Go to this URL and click on When I am Silent (A song for a girl at Auschwitz.)

http:www . geocities . com / hearchoirs / listw . html

Just take away the spaces.

Mary sat at her piano sitting nicely in the living room on the ground level floor. She brushed through her music and picked out her favorite song, "When I am Silent." When she began to play her fingers flew across the keyboard in a harsh but soft flow of words. After the sixth measure in the 4/4 time she started to add vocals to her song.
Who will sing my song when I am silent?

She sang each note in key with the piano. She played a bit more then after a quarter rest sang once more.

Who will count the colors of the dawn?
She held the note out for five beats as her fingers still played beneath her.

Who will follow the larks flight? Who will hear its song? When I am silent…

She paused everything for a quarter rest with both piano and vocals and then

Who will sing for me?

This time she held it out for eight beats going down a half step on the second measure. Four measures of piano now.

Who will scent the fragrance of the flower? Who will laugh at snowflakes on the tongue?

There was a knock on her house door but Mary ignored it letting her parents answer and continued playing focusing on the high notes coming up only about fifteen measures away.

Who will dance barefoot in the grass?

'Whole note,' Mary reminded herself and held the note out 4 beats instead of the 2 she always seemed to sing.

Spinning and twirling and spinning and twirling to welcome the warmth

She held the note out three beats and then paused for one completing the measure.

Of May?

Mary paused once more letting her fingers speak her words.

Who will dance?

Five beats plus a Fermata, Mary held the note out for eight beats, paused from singing with the quarter rest that followed and then sang once more preparing herself for the high note awaiting her.

When I sing no more, when I am silent, silent.

Yes, she made the high note, for only the second time since she started playing this song.

Who will cry for me? Who will cry?

She crescendo ed on 'cry' after two measures of holding out me.

She took a deep breath and sang the last part.

Who will cry?

This time it was hard, she tried to keep her fingers going for the full 20 beats she held out 'cry.' She stopped singing five beats too soon and played the last note leaving it to linger around the room. She heard clapping and whirled around.

"Very good," Her friend Hermione said.

"Hermione!" Mary exclaimed and gave her friend a hug her long skirt falling back into place around her legs. "Wait, why are you here?"

"A friend can visit their friend right?" Hermione asked.

"Last time I checked you were mad at me. You thought I had betrayed you guys." Mary said.

"Erm yeah, listen," Hermione said slowly. "I'm sorry about that. It's just I don't know." She muttered. "I didn't really know what was going on, it looked so much like you had betrayed us."

"You don't know me that well then do you?" Mary replied.

"Guess not, but" She sat down on the piano bench Mary had sat on five seconds ago. "Would you like to tell me?" She asked. Mary smiled.

"I think I could." She said. Before she could begin telling her friend about her life's story her mother came into the room.

"Mary," Mary's foster mother breathed heavily from running. "Death eaters are attacking a muggle village close by. Go to the Order, you'll be safe there." Mary and Hermione not knowing what to do or say obeyed. Mary took the floo powder off the mantelpiece and handed some to Hermione allowing her to floo first then Mary took some out of the bag it was in and stepped into the fire.

Mary closed her eyes as she was shot through different fireplaces until she reached the living room of number 12 Grimmauld Place, the Order of the Phoenix. After the incident in which Mary had stupidly fallen into a trap her foster parents had told her all about the Order of the Phoenix and how they were a part of it.

Since Mary had never been good at landing on her feet after flooing somewhere she fell and her contact fell out. She groaned.

"You okay Mary?" Hermione asked helping Mary up.

"Yeah, my contact fell out though." Mary answered and bent back down to look for it. After a few seconds of looking she found it. "Aha!" She said and stood up, cleaned it with the corner of her shirt and put it back in her eye painfully. A few moments of silence and then the fireplace roared up and three familiar people stumbled out.

Hermione went to help her friends up and greet them but Mary lingered behind afraid that Ron, Harry, and Rose were still mad at her. She glanced around the room and laughed at what she saw written above the fireplace.

"What are you laughing at?" Harry asked.

"Toujours pur, translated from French to English, Everyday pure. It's just funny." Mary laughed. Her friends looked at her odd. "Fine, make me look like a complete idiot."

There was silence in which all of the five friends shifted their weight from foot to foot thinking of what to say to each other.

"Let's explore." Rose said simply.

"Huh?" Ron asked.

"You know, look around and junk. You guys might have been here before but I haven't." Rose said.

"Neither have I." Mary said. "I want to see what junk these people had. They seem funny." Harry, Hermione, and Ron exchanged glances.

"Erm Mary," Harry started slowly.

"Yeah," Mary answered.

"This house was owned by death eaters." Ron picked up where Harry had left off. Mary shrugged.

"Ever heard of getting to know your enemies, it helps when in battle." She walked over to the tell staircase and climbed up. Her friends followed her. "So," Mary started. "Are we friends again?"

"Of course, we missed your insane immaturity." Harry said.

"Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?" Mary joked.

"It is what you make of it." Rose answered.

"Stealing my words?" Mary asked remembering using those exact words before. They all smiled. "Hey look." Mary pointed into one of the rooms.

"It's a family tree. Those are always fun to look at." Rose said walking into the room.

"Hey Harry, Sirius' name is on here. I wonder who added it." Hermione pointed out. She then realized that saying his godfathers name wasn't a good idea. Hermione looked over at Harry but he didn't seem to have minded.

'He's hiding his emotions from us.' Hermione thought.

"Whoa." Ron said pointing to a spot on the tapestry.

"What?" Four voices asked.

"The last name Lamya is on here but it's not Rose's first name." Ron answered.

"What is the first name?" Rose asked, confused, wondering why someone in her family was on the Black family tree.

"Jessica." Ron answered moving to the side to let Rose look.

"Isn't that your mother's first name?" Hermione asked Rose. Rose nodded and traced the line from her mother's name to another name to the left.

"Alyssa Depon Black?" She said in a questioning voice. "Wife of Sirius Black, daughter Mary Black…" She said slowly. Mary stood there her gaze fixed on the family tree. After much silence she said,

"That would make Rose, my cousin. Ms. Lamya my aunt. Danny my cousin and I still went to an orphanage. This makes no sense." Mary used the wall as a support and put her hand against her forehead in deep thought.

"That would also mean Sirius got married, but he never spoke of getting married or having a daughter." Hermione said just as confused as Mary.

"That's simple." Mary answered. "My mother died when I was two. Not of a natural disaster but from death eaters attacking our home. My father must have found out somehow, maybe from other prisoners or something and thought I was dead too. When you loose someone it's hard to speak about them." She bit her lip still in thought showing sharp teeth, on both sides of her mouth. There were so many unanswered questions that she had. She wished she had some answers.


And I'm going to leave you guys hanging there in suspense. Not a cliffy really just questions unanswered. Please review. Hope you liked this chapter. If you have any questions music wise from above just ask them, I'm very musical so I can help you with any questions.

DannyPhantomLover: halo appears here is the story you requested. :-P

GinnyLover86: You didn't offend me. You made me laugh at how you were "acting" though. I find humor in the oddest things. Like, toujours pur. I cracked up when I read that in Order of the Phoenix

funkygurl3: you don't know how good I felt when I read your review. To see that I affected you that way with my writing. It's what every writer hopes for.

Arisa-san: remember. It's just a story, and that chapter was written for some suspense and because I love writing stories in which a character gets hurt, physically or emotionally, adds more action, makes people more interested. The dementors were there because of Mary and Rose under Voldemort's command. And our favorite werewolf (and only werewolf) was the one that drove the dementors away.

Daughter of Darkness777: nope life never gets easy for Mary. Because the author is a mean person who loves to make her characters suffer MUHAHAHAHA!