Disclaimer1: Hadn't we been through this before? Yes? Good.
Disclaimer2: Same goes! sighs sadly
A/N
Thank-you so much for reviewing, ChesterStanley, Velvete Curtain and Charlie-Potter1! I read the 1st chapter over again and I don't know how I missed 'those' mistakes, and also keeping in mind that I have been stupidly spelling those wrong it started to bug me two! And ChesterStanley I promise to put 'All The Small Things' in my story along with many songs from Linkin Park, Sum41 and Blink182!yah!
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Chapter 2
Sweet Home Surry! (for now on, Im going to title my chapters so they parody songs!)
"THE PITS ARE GOING TO NORTH AMERICA!" A number of pigeons that were sitting on the ledge of the train station roof lifted noisily into the air.
"Yah beware North America, because here we come!" Arn imitated Harry by leaping into the air and whooping for the pure joy of it.
"Uh...guys? Sorry to interrupt this little care free little moment, but do any of you remember where we parked?" Pete said gazing around the parking lot for any sign of there van.
"It's hard to miss, it's painted with a with bright blue flames (A/N: the flames are set on pitch black background), how many vans do you see that look like that!" Harry said. (A/N: oh and one more thing, have you seen 'school of rock'? Well if you have, it's the same kind van thing as the dude in there's got but it's in way better condition!)
"While you guys look, we're going to wait by the van." Kira said pulling Indigo along behind her.
"Yah, you do that." Pete said not even listening to what was said, nor any of the other males for that matter. They were reeling around and around in circles trying to spot there van. They started going up and down the rows of parked cars. At one point they had to drag Harry away from a (insert your favourite sports car here).
"Why the aren't the girls helping!" Arn said annoyed
"They said they were going to...wait by the van. Oh.".Harry said realization how stupid they were, "Hey! They knew where it was the whole time!" Harry wined.
"OK so where are the van and the girls?" Pete said.
"OVER HERE!" They heard a shout that was no doubt made by Indigo. The boys eventually found where the two girls were shouting from and found the van along with them (obviously).
They found Kira and Indigo sitting cross legged atop the roof of the van laughing, Kira still had the camera trained on everything doing a job of keeping it still.
"What the hell are you doing!" Arn said pissed.
"Oh you know, the usual "Up on the rooftop listening to punk rock." She said quoting the song Harry wrote called Rooftops. (A/N: I don't own the song rooftops by mest but in this fic Harry wrote it OK?)
"Quit it alright? Can we get in the van now, before my licence expires?" Pete said pulling out his keys from his pocket and lodging a key in the lock on the door. They all climed in to the van. Kira got into the passenger seat next to Pete and the rest piled into the back part. In the back, the seats were set so they were along the wall making it sort of like a little livingroom with couches all around the boarder. There was a space in the middle that the seats bordered. And pushed closer to the back door was one of Arn's drum sets. An electric guitar was strewn down on one seats closest to the drum set. As soon as Harry got into the back he went strait to the guitar.
"Oh how I missed you!" He said hugging it close like a four year old would a teddy bear.
"Get over it!" Arn said snorting at Harry's childish display.
"There, there, don't listen to that nasty Arn, Im here now." Harry cooed loudly to his guitar.
"Wuss. My drums and me don't need anybody. We take care of ours selves don't we drums?" Arn said putting on the complete opposite act as Harry's and playing tough-guy. Harry pretended to cry.
"Oh dear," Kira turned to Pete, "There talking to there instruments again, we'd better get the hoes."
"You know I think Harry's to used to things that aren't supposed to talk talking, that he thinks that his guitar can talk." Pete joked.
"Do you think we should point that out to him or ask him what it said it's name was?" Kira kidded back.
Harry and Pete finished there little game and sat down with Indigo who was giggling. Arn sat right next to her and laid an arm around her shoulders
"How's it going babe?" (A/N: they are NOT a couple, Arn's just fooling around!)
"Oh fine." She had on evil grin sliding across her face, but Arn didn't notice this until she turned her head to where Arn's fingers sitting on her shoulder and bit them. Arn yelped, jumping up and wiping his hand on his pants before sticking them in his mouth, and glared daggers at a snickering Indigo.
"You had better not have rabies." He glowered looking down at his hand.
"OK everyone stop fighting, this is going to be a long ride if you don't, so how 'bout some music?" Peet said as he pulled out onto the street and stopped at red light.
"Yeah, pass down an amp will ya Kira?" Harry asked leaning forward in his seat so that he could speak to Kira more easily.
"Say the magic word." Kira taunted, holding the amp up out of his reach.
Harry sighed, and in a fast movement that the others didn't have time to contemplate what he was doing before,
"Accio AMP!" There was a small flash of blue and the amplifier ripped its self from Kira's grasp and flew neatly into Harry's own. There was silence untill,
"Harry! Your not supposed to use your magic out side of school!" Indigo squealed.
"Yes I am. 5th years who are going into sixth year are aloud now, with the Voldimort threat, they moved it down a year, so I can use magic now!" Harry said with a smug grin.
"Oh." The others were still shocked, they had heard every thing about magic but had never really seen it with there own eyes.
"That was sweet! Do some thing else!" Arn begged.
"Yeah, go on Harry! Do some thing cool!" Kira said excitedly.
"Fine but only because you've never seen me do stuff like this before, I'll do a couple more things but don't ask me again after this, I'm only going to use my powers..."
"For the good of of the world and bringing justice to the inocent people in need. Yeah we know the whole supper-hero thing." Pete interrupted, "Just do some magic dude!" He urged looking at harry from the rearview mirror.
"Yeah, yeah Im getting there! Pull over will ya? I don't want to shock you so much that you drive us into telephonepole." Harry said. Pete complied and pulled over and only then did Harry lift his wand for the second time,
"Serpensortia!" Harry hissed quietly and a large snake erupted from the tip of his wand and landed with a thud on the floor of the van. Hello, over here! The snake turned to face Harry.
Wherrrre am I? And who are youuu? The cobra asked Harry, he sounded frightened. In a way, anyone who was just conjured out of thin air would be rightfully scared and confused.
My name isssss Harry Potter, what'ssss yourssss? Harry asked the snaked takeing a quick glance at his friends shock faces before returning his attention back to the snake.
My name? I do not possesss ssuch a thhhing.
Oh but you need a name, would you like me to make sssome ssuggestionsssss?
Yesss.
OK, Harry thought for a moment, How about, Bob?
No
Dude?
No
Ssscaly?
No, what kind of namesss are thesse!?
Alright, alright, how about...Ssshadow?
Ssshadow. Ssshadow. Yesss, I like it . He tried the name out a couple of times before settling with it. I'm cold. And I wish to sleep, is my request possible at the moment?
Yeah, of course, hold on a moment. Harry then conjured a box and put a warming charm in it. Then he set on the ground for Shadow to slide into. He then slid the box carefully under the seat and stood beaming at his accomplishment to successfuly shock his friends.
"Well at lest you took that better than when Ron and Hermione first saw me speak to a snake!" He laughed.
"Dude that was damn sweet!" Arn said in an awed voice.
"Any way the that music we were going to play?" Harry said changing the subject, but he really did want to sing.
"Right. Pete pass me back that bass of yours." Indigo asked standing slightly so that she could take the guitar offered to her. "Thanks."
Arn went and sat his drum set that they had set up for road trip uses. Indigo went and sat down close to Arn and his drum set while Harry, having already hooked up the amp, sat as close to the front as possible so that his electric guitar wasn't dominated by the other two instruments.
"What are we playin'?" Arn asked the other two.
"How about... All The small Things?" Harry suggested. (A/N This one is going out to you ChesterStanley!")
Harry began to tune his guitar and then sat at ready. They then started the intro.
And Harry began to sing,
All the, small things True care, truth brings
I'll take, one lift Your ride, best trip
Always, I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting, commiserating
Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, Na.......(x36) sang Pete and Arn
Late night, come home Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs
Surprise let me know she cares
Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, Na......(x36) Sang Pete and Arn
Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still I'll be your thrill, the night will go on, my little windmill
Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home Keep your head still,
I'll be your thrill, the night will go on, the night will go on, the night will go on,
my little windmill....
"Excellent!" Kira cried from the front seat. "So now whatta going to play?"
"Dun'no, pick a song Kira." Harry said ready to tune his guitar again if need be.
"Uh...All There Is?'" She named a the first song that came to mind.
"Yeah!" Harry touched up the tuning.
This song goes out to
all the hopeless sinners, with grave allegiances,
so meaningless and vain,
The walking wounded in a pageant of contenders
Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain
And everything is barely mist, blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this,
once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?
In my rectory of doubt, I kneel to pray like one devout,
As time the great gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern god
erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to pay
Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.
And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this,
once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?
Harry then did a small guitar solo,
There's an endless disposition,
and it doesn't mean a goddamn thing——
there''s space for a paper-airplane race in the eye of a hurricane.
And if pigs could fly, then surely so could I,
but this pedestrian knows better than to even try,
and my divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly.
And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract duress and more than this,
once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?
All there is?
the song ended there.
"Damn, you know Im really not into it today, I think I'll just listen or something." Indigo said pulling the strap of the bass from around from her shoulder and sitting it down on the floor leaning it against the seat.
"Yeah, me neither, we've been sitting here for ages before we came to get you Harry, we're going into our fif hour just sitting on these damn hard seats, so im kind of tired." Arn agreed yawning.
"Eh. Whatever." They sat for awhile just listening to Kira play with the radio,
"Why the hell are there no good radio stations?!" She said turning the dial all the way back and turning it slowly in the opposite direction so as not to miss anything worth listening to.
"Rap, rap, rap, pop, rap, country, more pop! Holy shit! What's wrong with this country! Stupid MEDIA! STUPID MTV!" Kira yelled as she slammed her fist down on the dashboard.
"Kira! Settle down sis! Don't break anything!" Pete chastised.
"Well come on! Listen to the crap they've got playing! The only reason those singers are famous is sure as hell not because there talented but because they have nice ass's and ware $300 pants!" (A/N yes I know I switched to dollars instead of pounds, because I really don't know how money works over there as I my self am a Canadian, so im going to use dollars OK?) Kira ranted her self out and sat back in her seat wallowing in her bad mood. No one smart enuph to speak to Kira in a mood like this would most likely lose there head.
"So Harry, write any new songs while you were over at that school?" Pete asked in hope of setting a new mood.
"Um... well only one but I did a poem to, sorta, the poems in my pocket and the songs in my trunk. That's all I really had time to do. Been preoccupied this year."
"You haven't told us what new adventure thingy you did this year yet, common cough up!" Arn said grinning expectedly, awaiting this years tale thing.
"I'd rather not talk about it right now OK?" Harry muttered looking away.
"Oh, OK then. Lets at least here the poem then since you have it with you." Arn urged.
"OK, Its not vary good, I still need to fix it,"
"Stop stalling! Lets here it!"
"OK, OK," Harry stood up and reached into his pocket to retrieve two folded pieces of parchment. "It's long and the beginning part sucks."
"Read it!"
"Fine." And Harry began to read,
Broken Wings:
I remember once when I could soar
With out my wings my sole is tore
Among the clouds I could be found
Now my wings are clipped and bound
My eyes you see, emotions unspoken
Lost, confused, my sanity is broken
In my mind dwells my silent scream
You don't hear them, my mind is where they team
My heart is gripped with silent fear
Down my cheek ventures one silent tear
upon cold stone is were im lane
Bleeding, gasping with jeering pain
Upon my walls sit crimson coloured stains
In my mind clouded in pain, tears fall freely among the rain
Waiting, begging for this damn life to end
To late my sanity can not be mend
Though fait's eye's are glazed with madness, I fear there is more it holds in store
Im alive for now but there is one question, "What is it all for?"
Peace by peace, from my mind my happiness is ripped
Left alone upon the belt in which my back is whipped
Your not really there, don't really exist, a figment of my mind
my wings were there all along just waiting for me to find
Now I see if I look deep enough into your vary core
Im left alone and once again forever I can soar
Upon the air I look down on you but look away 'cause I don't care
I was wrong and now your gone, my wings sail freely through the air
You weren't really there when into the wall I was violently thrown,
When my shoulder hit and my lip was split and pain was all I had known
I remember once when hunger was strong, coldness pressing with the dark
But now my wings are spread out wide, the sky is my fun park
Amongst the blood I could once be found
When arms and legs were strongly bound
But now however, the pain and blood are no longer
To say it was all real, oh how I couldn't be wronger
Now you see, that I no longer bare my chains, higher and higher into the sky I roam
The moon is high, the clouds shine silver, with one thought upon my mind and at last I know I Home.
"Right, you don't have to comment, I know it sucks. But do you want to here the song? It's better."
"Actually Harry, it didn't suck at all. To bad it couldn't be made into a song. But Anywho, yeah lets here this song!" Pete said thoughtfully from the front seat. Harry pulled his trunk out from under his seat and started to rummage through its contents. He then pulled from it a small book that the others recognized as his song journal. He flipped it to right page and sat back down.
He read,
My silent thoughts were broken only by your foot steps,
echoing off the walls of my mind,
humming a tune as your feet, they stepped the beat.
Your smile innocent, and from your body I could almost smell the heat,
but on the inside,
You're the devil who plagued my MIND!
Scratched it from behind!
You cut the strings that clasped
me to my sanity! My sanity! Sanity!
Cats they prowl and wolves they howl,
though none reach the limit of foul,
your heart holds the bounds to high to reach
and in the depths of Hell you teach, 'cause,
You're the devil who plagued my MIND!
Scratched it from behind!
You cut the strings that clasped me to my sanity! My sanity. Sanity! (Echos 'sanity')
Cut it! Slashed it! Bashed it right out of my head!
I hated all those stupid things you said! 'Cause,
You're the devil who plagued my MIND!
Scratched it from behind!
You cut the strings!
Yeah, you cut the strings that once bore my sanity! My sanity! Sanity, sanity, sanity, sanity, sanity...
"Then it fades out, well, how was that?" Harry asked as he finished.
"Excellent! When do we learn it?"
A/N :OK im going to cut the chapter here, its not done persay, as im going to continue the chapter, nut since this is just getting boaring, im going to stop or it will keep going like this. the next part of the chapter will be way better! Its just that i get this hell load of homework to its hard to consentrate when the rest of my consentration went out to stupid math and all other subjects that should be made illigal!
I HATE SCHOOL!
Tell me what you thought of the poem and the song below it. sorry for the crappy chapter!
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