Recap:
1. Harry receives news that he and his band are going on tour
2. They get a gig at a Xgame comp.
3. They go home and Harry's locked out of his house
4. He sleeps over at Kira and Pete's
5. Harry goes home to an empty house in the morning
6. Finds note saying that Aunt Marge had a heart attack
7. Later on the band comes over and gives Harry a present
8. Cell phone
7. Harry gets this crazy cat dude from Hagrid(which I forgot about again)
9. Weasley's and Hermione come
And your sure to know what comes next once you've read this chapter(which sucks btw)
Harry sat getting ready to play a new song he wrote, he sat on the couch in the basement while everyone else sat quietly in various places around the room.
Hermione and the Weasley's had never heard Harry sing and despite the amount of talk about him singing they still could not imagine him doing it. Ron and the twins were a bit sceptical and though they would never admit it out loud, thought he probably wouldn't be all that good. Hermione and Ginny however had a more open mind but still didn't know what to expect.
Harry had just an acoustic guitar set on his lap, he sat tuning it with a small electrical box that the Weasley's did not understand. When he was happy with it he looked up and addressed the room.
"This song is called 'The Leaving Song (A/N: By AFI not part two acoustic version) Hope you like!"
He began strumming quietly at first then started singing in a small voice, his eyes closed as he let the song take over. He sang;
Walked away, heard them say
'Poison hearts will never change, walk away again'
Turned away in disgrace
Felt the chill upon my face '
cooling from within
It's hard to notice gleaming from the sky
When you're staring at the cracks
It's hard to notice what is passing by with eyes lowered
You... walked away, heard them say
'Poisoned hearts will never change, walk away again'
All the cracks they lead right to me
And all the cracks will crawl right through me
All the cracks, they lead right to meAnd, all the cracks will crawl right through me, and I fell apart
As I... walked away, heard them say
'Poisoned hearts will never change'
Walked away again
Turned away in disgrace
Felt the chill upon my face
cooling from within
He stopped strumming, the last note still hanging in the air, he opened his eyes slowly to the thoughtful faces of Kira, Pete, Indigo and Arn and then to the shocked and awed looks Hermione and the Weasley's.
"Wow. I liked that one, when did you wright it?" Kira asked, her head resting on her fist as she sat cross legged against the wall.
"I finished the lyrics about ten minutes ago but the music I had since last summer, just having now found suiting lyrics."
"I see. What time is it?"
"3:45."
"Only? Jeeze, I thought it was near five o'clock or something."
"Can we stop talking about time? I feel like playing some music too. Wanna go show these wizard dudes The Garage?" Arn said from his place atop the old style tv.
"Eh, why not?" Harry said placing his guitar bake in the case. "That sound ok to you guys?" Harry asked his wizarding friends.
"The Garage?" Ginny asked with a sideways sort of questioning glance.
"You mean The Garage. That's just where all our stuff is set up, you know where we have band practice."
"Sure!" they were eager to hear more of Harry's music.
Soon they were all back out side and crossing the street to Pete and Kira's to the garage at the side of the house. Pete pulled open the large door emitting them into the room beyond.
It looked nothing like a garage from the inside, it was filled with colourful cushions around the walls and the back of the room had a small platform where a gleaming drum set stood and a few stands, two which stood empty, that held electric guitars and a bass. On the walls there were a large number of band posters, there was a window near a door that connected the garage the house, the curtain was just an old black Ramones t-shirt. The lighting in the room was dim, black lights and a few red lights were set around the room. It was a fairly large room, normally fit for two cars but that's the last thing you'd find in there.
"Welcome all, to the home and birth room of The Harry Arm Pits!" Pete and Kira said at the same time.
"Shall we play some music or what do you want to do?" the question was directed to the wizards.
"Please play some more music." Hermione said sitting down expectantly on one of the cushions near the wall. The others did the same leaving just the band left standing.
"All right..." they each went to there respective instruments; Harry and his electric guitar at the head of the band, Kira to the other one, Pete and Indigo took there bases and stood closer to Arn who sat at the back behind his drum set.
"Ok my pretties, this song is called 'Line and Sinker!' so prepare to have your socks rocked off you!"
"Uh..Harry? Never do that again, you're just embarrassing yourself."
"Whatever."
He then began screaming vary loudly,
"What you see is what you get!"
Then everyone else took the hint and started in as well
(don't you know)
Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker
Look at me and don't forget
(don't you know)
Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers
Today I don't feel pretty
And I'm tired of trying to fit right in
Don't think they're just so great
Cause being great must suck
We don't always see the bright side
We all need ego suicide
You hung my head today
But I have licked my wounds and carried on
Everybody needs some sympathy
Santa seemed to miss my chimney
Reality is truly scaring me
So set 'em straight and finally say...
Hermione, Ron and the others were impressed by the energy and talent the five teens before them held. During the song the band had been leaping high into the air, and Harry screaming into the mic and just going nuts.
"Go on! do another one."
"Fine. 'Standing in the rain' everybody."
They started up again
My head, it hurts
Each day it's getting worse
My looks and smile
Have now become my curse
Tight lips, red skirt
The never-ending street
Big car, little man
My lover for a fee
So if you see me while your just driving by
Oh well I catch the twinkle inside you're eye
And if you want me well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?
Harry sung while pointing at Hermione teasingly every time he said "You" and instead of gripping his guitar (which was set against the wall for this song) was holding the microphone with both hands.
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
20 years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
He sang the chorus, leaping up as high as he could in the middle.
His head bounced to the beat as he waited for the next verse to come up,
My head it hurts
Each day its getting worse
No sun, my room
Has now become my hearse.
Cold sores, im beat
Got bruises on my feet
My pride, these men
Have taken it from me
So if you see me while you're just driving by
Oh well I catch the twinkle inside you're eye
And if you want me well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?
This time he pointed at Ginny making hurt jesters at the last part. Before starting the chorus again.
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
20 years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
Harry grabbed his guitar again for a swift guitar solo, though he kept playing it instead of putting it back.
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
20 years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
it went on with the continued awed looks from the other occupants of the room.
"So we sound ok?" Harry asked.
"Heck yeah!""Harry why haven't you ever told us you were in a band before this summer?""I Just don't get it!""You sound great!" Fred and George alternated through the sentences.
"Eh." Harry just shrugged his shoulders.
They continued to play until it began to get dark, sometimes letting Hermione or one of the Weasleys try an instrument. They soon left for Harry's place for supper.
They left through the large garage door. Talking excitedly to one another, as the night started the excitement mounted in a way that only an up coming party could bring.
Ron, Hermione and Harry pulled a head of the others as they stepped onto the street.
"That was really fun Harry, iv never been a big fan of rock music before, but that was really cool!" Hermione said eyes glistening in the light of the street lamp. All problems forgotten for the moment. The warm summer air cooled slightly around them. It was one of those rare content moments that you never want to end. Harry adjusted the acoustic guitar on his right shoulder to keep it from falling.
"Harry, are you sure I can be in your band? I don't think I could ever live up to those standards." Ron said as if speaking something that had been bothering him for some time.
Harry looked closely at Ron, right in the eye before saying, "Of course, it doesn't take long to learn to play, it just takes patience and practice." Harry grinned and looked ahead as Ron took that in. Harry stopped dead, his eyes narrowing. The others stopped and looked at him curiously then were it was he looking. They saw someone or someone's peeking into the window of Harry's livingroom. A vary blond someone and a dark headed someone. On the invitations they had sent it had said to head to Harry's place (or in Malfoys case 'the host band's house') via floo powder and Arabella Figg's house at any time and don't bother owling back unless there was some sort of problem. They weren't expecting anyone today though, as the invitations just left this morning.
The pair at the window turned to see them all standing staring. No one moved until two voices rang out in unison.
"Malfoy!" "Weasley! Potter! Granger!" they stared at each other for a few seconds.
Indigo and Kira stepped over across the lawn.
"Kira! What are you doing?" Harry tried to grab her arm but she was to far away. "Indigo! Come back here!" they didn't stop, just turned back and grinned. "Femles."
"So your Draco Malfoy. And you must be Blazie Zab-something." Kira and Indigo circled them.
"What's it to you?" Malfoy said rudely.
"What's it to me? Well you see, we invited you. So you should be thanking us. You now get to spend the rest of the summer with the hottest new band in the muggle world and soon to be your world once the media hear about what's going on that is."
"What, you the band, just you two?" Blazie looked at the two girls.
"No, Me Kira, Indigo, Arn, Pete, Ron and Harry!" she pointed at each band member in turn.
"Fuck this! Im going home!" Malfoy was about to jump down from the porch but Blazie caught his arm.
"You can't, both our mothers are already at you-know-where. We can't go any where."
"Right. Then will someone shoot me? Im not spending an entire summer with Pothead and the Weasel brothers!" he said glaring.
"Hey it wasn't our idea to bring you!" Ron said defensively.
"Sure its not. You just can't get enough of me eh Weasel? Wait, this chick didn't say you were in a band?"
"No, she was talking about the Ron behind me." Ron said sarcastically.
"Oh."
"I was being sarcastic dumb ass!"
"I knew that." "Please tell me neither of you sing!" Malfoy said exasperated.
"I do!" Harry said grinning, "And I play guitar!" Harry held up his acoustic guitar.
"Oh no."
"Oh yes."
"Before I resign myself to embarrassment, can I at least make sure your good, cause if your not I'll wait in the plane the whole time thank you vary much." Malfoy said.
"You want to her me play?"
"Glad we understand each other."
"Fine, lets go inside, it to dark to see." Harry pushed past them to unlock the door."
"Your complaining that its dark to see? You could play that thing with you eyes closed!" Kira said as they walked down the front hall.
Five minutes later all living room seats were occupied as well as a few kitchen chairs that had been brought in. Harry had turned the electric fire up and turned all other lights off so that the wizards could feel more at home for there first night in a muggle home.
Harry and Kira sat side by side on the couch again, while Harry tuned his guitar, running his plain black pick across it a couple of times before he was pleased but he readied him self to do it again.
"Malfoy, what kind of music do you like?" Harry said curious.
"Um Wizard Brit Rock I guess."
"Blazie?"
"Same."
"Ok. Um do you know any muggle artist?" Harry asked.
"Coldplay and Radiohead, but that's about it. Oh and I also like Muse, at least I think there muggles."
"Ok, I know them, any particular song request by any of..." Kira interrupted Harry.
"You've never heard Blur or Elastica? They were huge Brit's a few years ago!" she said as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet, well it was in Britain, even those who weren't into that sorta thing new about them.
"Yeah Iv heard them to." Malfoy said all most afraid to say he hadn't heard of them.
"I'll go for Muse, if that's ok with you?"
"Yeah."
"Good, Pete go get the keyboard from my closet will you?" Pete nodded slipping away upstairs, coming back a few moments later and laying the big keyboard on the floor and sitting ready to play. (By the way, this is an acoustic verison of 'time is running out' I managed to download)
"1, 2, 3..." Pete started playing with Arn hitting the side of his chair to keep the beat. Harry soon sruck the strings of his guitar, he was in a goofy mood and silently decided to change the lyrics or something.
I think I'm drowning
asphyxiating
I wanna break the spell
that you've created
you're something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction
you will be
the death of me
yeah, you will be
the death of me... and it went on like that but instead of messing around with the song, he just played good naturally. It wasn't a song Harry was particularly fond of but the flush at hearing his archenemy sing that had arisen in Malfoy's cheeks before had faded and he seem satisfied. Harry finally ended with a small grin. Malfoy rolled his eyes resenting it and the person who did it, this just made Harry grin wider. Blazie didn't have as much as a grudge against Harry as Malfoy but saw no reason to be friendly to the famous Boy-who-lived and sat glaring darkly from behind his rusty coloured bangs.
Harry glanced at the clock on the mantle. "Pizza anyone?"
AN: Beh! Shitty chapter I know. But it had been way to long since I had updated, so I'll just end it here and hope the next chapter will come out way sooner and way better!
C ya!
Never-fear-death