Disclaimer: Don't sue me I don't own anything but the plot.

A/N: Ok this song is But Home is Nowhere by my favorite band AFI.

Chapter 7

But Home Is Nowhere

Twenty-six years and

Seems like I've just begun to understand

My intimate is no one

When the director sold the show

Who bought its last rights?

They cut the cast the music and the lights

I can't believe she just said that to him. Ginny! No Gin, you were suppose to wait for me. I can't believe this. How could she have gone and done something stupid like fall in love with Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, of all the boys at this school it had to be Draco Malfoy. I don't have anything against him anymore, but it's just so unlike Ginny. I was so shocked when she said that I almost dropped my invisibility clock, and that just would have lead to some interesting questions. I can't believe this though; I thought Ginny at least liked me. She's been dropping hints since her first year. Maybe if I had just told her last night in the Common Room this wouldn't have happened. Well probably not, if she "loves" Malfoy. I gotta get out of here.

This is my line

This is eternal

How did I ever end up here?

Discarnate. Preternatural.

My prayers to disappear

Ungranted in dead time left me disowned

Absent of grace, marked as infernal

To this nature, so unnatural I remain alone

I don't know where I'm going, but I guess I'm far enough away to take off my invisibility clock. I think I'm near the library. Oh, shit there's Hermione. I don't want to talk to anyone right now. Oh, no go away. Why's she looking at me like that?

"Harry, are you okay?"

"Huh, oh yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You look really pale."

"Yeah, I fine, I just feel a little sick that's all."

"Do you want to go to the hospital wing?" Yeah, right Hermione I'm pretty sure Madam Pomfrey doesn't have any potion or cure that will make me feel better.

"No, I think I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I think I just need something to eat. I'm going to go down to the kitchens."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, no that's ok. I'm fine I'll see you later in the Common Room."

"Okay, Harry, bye." She turned around and walked back the library.

Twenty-six years end

Still speaking in these tongues

Such revelations

While understood by no one

When the new actor stole the show

Who questioned his grace?

Please clear the house of ill-acquired taste

Guess I'll go to the kitchens. I am kind of hungry. Maybe talking to Dobby will cheer me up a little. I doubt it though, I still can't believe it. Draco Malfoy? When the hell did this happen? Merlin, Gin must be one of the most confusing people on this earth. No wait scratch that, in this universe. Wait where the hell am I? I'm pretty sure this isn't the way to the kitchens. Oh, right, I was suppose to turn left back there. Okay, now where's that damn pear picture. Right, there it is. This really is a strange school, I have to trickle a fruit to get into the kitchens. And what's worse is the stupid thing giggles too. Whatever, I have more to think about then a giggling pear, like Ginny and her newly developed insanity over Draco.

Give me something

Give me something

Give me something real

Can't solve this puzzle

"Harry Potter, sir, Dobby is so happy to see you again!" Ow yeah thanks for ramming into my leg again Dobby, that just completed my night, I think I have a bruise the size of a hippogriff now.

"Hi, Dobby. How's it going?"

"Wonderful! Dobby loves living at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore has just given Winkey and Dobby raises. Winkey is excepting pay for her work now, Harry Potter!"

"That's great Dobby. Where is Winkey?"

" She is cleaning the Great Hall. Did you want something to eat, Harry Potter?"

"Yeah, thanks. Whatever you have left over from desert."

"We has lots of sweets left over, here look." Well at least there's something decent to eat.

"Is Ms. Hermione Granger, still leaving socks and hats in the Common Room?"

"I think so, Dobby, but I haven't seen her knitting anything lately we've had a lot of homework."

"Oh, will you please tell Ms. Hermione that Dobby likes her socks very much."

"Sure Dobby, no problem."

"Hungry, Potter?"

Great just who I wanted to see.

Everyday another small piece can't be found

I lay strewn across the floor

Pieced up in sorrow

The pieces are lost

These pieces don't fit

Pieced together incomplete and empty