Ok, well here is another Harry Potter story and it is dark, but with subtle humor not yet revealing itself. It takes place in the unknown 6th year and some very new developments are taking place. This whole story was inspired by the Evanescence CD that I got and well, it has taken it's toll on my mind. Anyway:

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the book. I own Rhymes Black and she would be it.

Enjoy

If I smile and don't believe

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken

Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide

Don't cry

"Hello" Evanescence

Harry Potter sat up in his bed drenched in a cold sweat. His mouth was open in a silent scream. He had dreamed of Sirius, falling backward, through the veil. His mind clouded over, blood rushing to his head, his anger multiplying. He heard movement outside the small bedroom in the Dursley household and checked the illuminated clock on the bedside table, the numbers glowed 8:00 AM. He looked in the small crack of the new heavy, dark curtains he forced the Dursley's to get him and saw a sliver of bright sunlight. He never opened the blinds anymore; he wanted his room to be as dark as he felt these days.

A knock was heard at Harry's door.

"Get up boy! You need to get up!" Aunt Petunia's voice penetrated through the door. Harry sat up and hit play on him CD player that he had gotten from Dudley. After last summer Dudley would do nearly anything Harry asked him. Alternative rock music blared from the speakers. For some reason the Dursley's hated the silence that had been resonating from his room the first week of break. They didn't need him to come out of his room. They just needed to hear something that let then know he was alive.

He had come back from Hogwarts angry, depressed, and vengeful. These emotions clouded his thoughts as he walked into the hallway. He squinted as he opened the hall closet and took out some cleaner. Uncle Vernon passed him and shook his head. Harry didn't speak to them anymore if he could help it. He barely ate and when he fell asleep he had nightmares. He didn't need the Dursley's to make him feel worse.

He went back in his room and flipped on the light. He looked at his desk and sprayed cleaner on it. Wiping the stain from the previous evening he looked at the notebook next to it. His untidy writing seemed to scream at him.

To be hurt

To be lost

To be left out in the dust

To be kicked while you're down

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" Simple Plan

Rhymes Black sat in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Ron and Hermione on either side of her.

"Rhymes, I am so sorry," Hermione said.

"Me too, he was a great man," Ron said. They both tried to comfort her, but she could not be consoled. She had come to London to meet her father, Sirius Black, from America, and he was dead. She didn't want to be soothed she wanted to be left alone. She would have said this calmer if Hermione had not said:

"I understand how you feel."

She understood? How could she understand?

"Did you ever want something so badly that you hoped for 16 years to have and then find out that you would never have it no matter how much you wished?" Rhymes asked trying to keep her voice from shaking.

"No," Hermione whispered.

"THEN HOW WOULD YOU KNOW! HOW WOULD YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE WHAT YOU NEVER HAD BUT HAD WISHED FOR SINCE YOU COULD REMEMBER! I LOST A FATHER I NEVER MET! I LOST HIM TO VOLDEMORT! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU COULD EVEN SUGGEST THAT YOU UNDERSTAND HOW I FEEL!" Rhymes shrieked. Hermione cowered away, and then turned away. Rhymes breathed deeply and started to leave the room. Ron made to get up and follow her but she rounded on him. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

She slammed the door to her room and the portrait of Sirius's mother began to howl. Rhymes put a pillow over her head to drown out her and to muffle the sound of her screaming.

I believe in you

I'll give up everything just to find you

I have to be with you to live to breathe

You're taking me over

Have you forgotten all I know

And all we had

You saw me mourning my love for you

And touched my hand

I knew you love me then

"Taking Me Over" Evanescence

Hermione sat alone, crying by the fire in the kitchen late the night that Rhymes had yelled at her. Ron stood in the doorway watching her for sometime before he came in and sat with her.

"Hermione?" he said, sitting next to her. She quickly wiped her eyes and turned to look at him.

"Ron, I may not have been Sirius's daughter, but I still loved him," she whispered. Ron nodded and put a hand on her hand.

"I know. Rhymes is just in shock and disappointed. I would be just like her if I were in her situation. She just lost her father that she came to meet," Ron tried to explain. Hermione nodded and leaned a head on Ron's shoulder. She not only cried because of Rhymes. She cried because of Ron. He seemed to be so in touch with Rhymes and it made her jealous. Hermione then felt Ron's touch on her hand. She felt something and looked in his eyes. Ron stared back, feeling completely blown away.

Well, that was, um, interesting. Anyway, hope you read and review.

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Rhymes