Sorry the chapters are short. I'll try to make them longer from now on, but that means it takes longer for me to finish, making it longer until I can update. I'm sorry I haven't updated more yesterday. I got the cold, and I was sleeping almost all day, and sneezing when I wasn't.

"..To feel like you've been pushed around. To be on the edge of breaking down. And no one's there to save you. No you don't know what it's like. Welcome to my life..Welcome to my life..Welcome to my life."

"Guys, that was perfect. The song's ready. You have forty-five minutes until you have be on stage, so finish getting ready, making last minutes fixes, and doing whatever you need to. Make sure you are ready to go on, atleast 10 minutes before you have to." Harry heard Cho tell the band. They were back stage at the concert hall, and they had just finished up one of the latest songs.

Harry picked up his guitar and began to play, hoping to forget about everything and calm the butterflies in his stomach that he usually got before live concerts. He thought back on his past years. How he finished Hogwarts, and killed Voldemort. After the battle, he had gotten really interested in music, when he was looking through the attic of his parents house with Ron, and found what appeared to be his mum's guitar covered in dust. He began to play it and his life changed. Part of what he liked, besides just playing music, is that half the people who knew about him, were muggles. Harry liked that they didn't know anything about his magic, or how he stopped Voldemort when he was a baby, or how he came close to death so many times, too many, in his childhood, or how he grew up without his parents, just his best friends by his side. He liked how he was just a singer in a band, and nothing more.

Harry continued to play his guitar, until he felt one of his strings break between his fingers. He laughed, made sure everyone in the room was a witch or wizard, pulled out his wand and fixed the string. Once it was repaired, he set it down gently, leaning it against the wall, and picked up a his notebook, and a pen, and began to write, what he hoped would be, his next song.


Hermione looked in the mirror. She couldn't believe what Callie had done to her. She looked from her jeans, that felt tight around her waist and legs, to the black halter-top which reached about an inch or two higher than where her jeans started, showing part of her stomach. Hermione then looked at her make-up covered face. From what she could tell, Callie had given her lip gloss, which made her lips look incredibly shiny, a tiny hint of blush, black eyeliner, and a dark silver eyeshadow. Unhappy from her seeing face change completely with the pointless make-up, she then looked at her hair, which, with the help of special shamoo, and conditioner, a frizz-treatment cream, a hair straightner, and curler, softly curled down, reaching to a few inches past her shoulders.

Hermione heard the doorbell ring, and she looked into the mirror once more. Fighting the urge to scream, wipe all her make-up off, change into her pajamas and jump into bed, she left the bathroom, and walked into the living room. Once at the door, she opened it and saw two of her friends, Jenni and Alison standing there. Jenni had on a short tight black skirt, that stopped mid-thigh, and a strapless red shirt, she had on a lot of eyeliner, a tiny bit of lipstick, and her blonde hair came down in ringlets down the middle of her back.

Alison was completely different. She was wearing partly tight, faded gray jeans, and a black shirt. Her light brown hair was up in a pony tail. Alison also had on a bunch of black plastic braclets on each wrist.

Callie ran out of her room to the living room. She had on a grey halter-top, similar to Hermiones, but designed differently, and tight black jean shorts. Her blonde hair was straightened, and she was wearing white gold hoop earrings.

"Hermione!" Alison exclaimed, "You're wearing make-up."

Hermione nodded, sadly, "She made me!" She told Alison, pointing at Callie.

Callie laughed, "Yes, I did. And you look good." Alison and Jenni nodded in agreement.

"Are you ready to go?" Jenni asked.

Hermione and Callie nodded and they walked out the door, Hermione locking once everyone was outside.

"Let's take my car, we can put the top down. Its nice outside." Callie said, pulling her keys from her pocket, and walking towards her car.

Callie and Hermione lived close to the concert hall, and it only took about 15 minutes to get there. Callie parked the car, and the four stepped out and walked towards the large building. Alison pulled the tickets from her black handbag, and handed it to the man standing by the enterance.The man ripped the tickets, and gave half of them back to her, and they walked inside.

Alison and Jenni had won the tickets from a contest on the radio, so they were in the front row. Once they got settled, Hermione turned to Jenni,

"This music isn't going to give me a headache, will it?" Hermione asked, and Jenny shrugged.

"Probably not," Jenni answered, "It might to some people. because it's rock. But who knows? You might like it," She smiled.

Hermione sighed, and looked up at the stage as everyone screamed. She had to put her hands over hear ears, because she wasn't used to hundreds of girls screaming in her ears.

The band set up and Hermione looked at the man standing in front of the microphone, and could tell, instantly, that Callie hadn't been wrong when she told her he was cute. When Callie had told her about the band, Hermione looked them up on the internet. His name was Harry Potter, he was 22, the same age as her, and he had an interesting lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

Hermione listened as the band began to play a song. A few moments later, she heard Jenni talking to her, loudly, so Hermione could hear her over the blasting music.

"It's not so bad is it?" Jenni screamed to her friend, happily, who shrugged in response.

"Could be worse, I suppose." Hermione replied.

During the next hour, Hermione got really into the music, and was dancing with her Callie to the music. She figured she must have eaten a lot of sugar, because she was acting kind of hyper, which was unusual for her, and was occasionally screaming and cheering with her friends.

Harry announced that it was the last song for the evening and the band began to play.

"This may never start. We could fall apart. And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear.

Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way.

So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating fasting. Holding on to feel the same." Harry paused for a few moments.

"This may never start. I'll tear us apart. Can I be your enemy?

Losing half a year.Waiting for you here. I'd be your anything.

So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way,

So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on the feel the same." Again, Harry stopped singing, took his microphone and walked around the front of the stage while Jack played another guitar solo. He randomly started grabbing his fans hands while he walked across the stage, Harry went to grab another hand, and as he held it, he felt a sudden shock and quickly let go, as did the other person. He looked into the crowd, but couldn't tell who the hand had belong to. He stood there, with the microphone in his hand, looking into the crowd.

Harry was so fixated on the crowd that he almost missed his cue to continue singing, his shook his head to himself, and continued to sing, with slightly less enthusiasm.

"This may never start. Tearing out my heart. I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear, I'd be your memory.

Lost your sense of fear. Feelings disappear. Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back ot where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way.

So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster, Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start. We could fall apart. And I'd be your memory.

Lost all sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory?" Harry stopped singing, and looked into the crowd in the same direction, before smiling to the audience and walking offstage with the band. What Harry didnt know, that the girl whos hand he grabbed when he felt the shock, was just as confused as he was.


Okay, this has to be the longest chapter I've written. It took me over an hour and a half, and it is now 2:20 am.

The end of the song in the beginging of the chapter(wow, thats confusing) was "Welcome To My Life" by Simple Plan. The last song was "Memory" by Sugarcult.

Simple Tirade d'Aujourd'Hui: Sure, and thank you very much for asking first.

Thanks to everyone else who replied, and sorry I don't have time to write to everyone thanking them, but I unfortunatly, I need to get to sleep.

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