Playing Passion
Summary: In a post-Voldemort world, the Golden Trio we've come to know and love start a band in between their sixth and seventh Hogwarts years. As Harry should know by now, he'll never be able to do something without something turning out weird or wrong. Of course, he'll have to find that out on his own. An eventual slash story. Co-op story written by BlahnessMucho and Novalights.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or places or anything, nor do I own the lyrics to the songs I used in this chapter. The songs are by The Offspring and Seether.
Author's Note: Like it says in our user info, Novalights and I, BlahnessMucho, are going to go co-op on a couple fan fictions, this being the first. I hope you all like it. We're going to alternate who does the chapters. I'm writing the first, then Tai will write the second, and so forth until the story is finished. Be sure to review and tell us how we're doing, or else we'll think we suck and we'll stop writing altogether. Now, read and enjoy.
Chapter One
Sixth year caused great amounts of changes to occur within the body and mind of one Harry James Potter. His anger after the sudden death and loss of his godfather Sirius Black had fueled him through lots of rigorous training sessions before the final battle.
When the time for the final battle had happened upon the boy-who-lived, Harry had sent dear old Voldemort flying head-first into a wall, a fatal blow. However, just for good measure, the Order had the Dark Lord chopped up, had the parts separately cremated, then apparated the several canisters filled with ashes to different parts of the globe and spread the ashes using a high force wind. Harry had called the operation "Humpty Dumpty to the extreme." No one besides Hermione got the joke.
Afterwards, Harry had felt like a football player who had just won the Super Bowl. Every time someone asked him what he was going to do with his life now that the final battle was over, he wanted to throw his hands in the air and scream, "I'm going to Disney World!" He'd really doubted that anyone would have understood that reference. Not only was it a muggle thing, it was an American reference he'd come across while hiding out in the library. He knew no one would have gotten it unless they'd read every book in the "Muggle Cultural Differences" section of the library.
Not wanting to suffer through any more misery at the hands of his aunt, uncle, and cousin, Harry got an apartment in Diagon Alley with Ron and Hermione, who had stuck with him throughout everything he'd been through that sixth year of his Hogwarts education and life in the magical world, in a complex across from the shop Fred and George had opened, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. It was a nice apartment. Three bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and two bathrooms. It was a "bloody great deal," as Ron called it. Especially since Fred and George were paying for it with a very small portion of the money they were making from their wildly popular joke shop.
Not that Harry needed them to pay for it. He had more than doubled the already substantial amount that had been in his Gringotts account when Sirius' will had been read. It hadn't been read until after the final battle was over because of the back-up at the Ministry trying to find a new Minister after Cornelius Fudge was deemed too much of a naïve and delirious moron to run the Wizarding World. Then, the meetings about how not only had Sirius Black died in the incident at the Department of Ministries, but how he had fought along-side their savior and his elderly mentor Albus Dumbledore. It took a while for some of the Ministry board members to fully accept the fact that they'd put Black in Azkaban on incorrect charges, but it took no longer than three seconds to accept it after Harry had blessed every single one of them out for doubting the good-hearted nature of his deceased godfather. As for the will reading, Sirius had left everything to Harry, minus a couple of the special Marauder items, which were left to Remus. It was normal practice to give all the inherited possessions to the inheritor's guardians until they come of age, but it was unanimously decided that not only were the Dursleys not the best people to trust with Harry's inheritance, but that Harry was more than mature enough to handle his own money seeing as he was mature enough to save the entire Wizarding World when no one else could lay a finger on the thing that threatened it.
The trio were also into making their own money. They had started their own band and were playing in several different hot spots and clubs there in Diagon Alley and sometimes they'd apparate to Hogsmeade and perform there. Harry was the lead vocalist with Ron on magical electric guitar and Hermione on drums. They called themselves "Playing Passion," because in their opinion, that's what they did. Most of the time the songs they sang portrayed Harry's emotions from the war or sometimes they were just fun songs. Either way, they were usually quite popular and the crowds were drawn in when they were playing.
They had also gone out and gotten new looks. Not that they didn't like their old ones, they just wanted a new start now that the war was over and that part of themselves was no more. Harry had gotten a whole new and expensive wardrobe and thrown out all of Dudley's old clothes that he had kept for his summers at the Dursley house. He had also gotten magical contacts that don't pop out until he needs his prescription changed. Hermione had introduced him to the wonders of magical hair gel as well, so he could fix his hair and not sweat it out. Ron had died his hair black, getting rid of his Weasley family trademark. He had also discovered the wonders of the Hot Topic web site, and instantly fell in love with it. With the money he was making with the band, he had pretty much bought himself a new wardrobe, minus his Weasley sweaters that his mum had knitted for him. Hermione had taken her hair to completely stick straight and died it a very bright blonde; bright but not bleach blonde bright. She had also gotten contacts, not for correctional vision, but to change her eye color. She now had eyes that shone a beautiful bright purple that really looked fabulous when paired with her new hair color; a fact that Ron had informed her of several times since she'd given herself her mini-makeover.
On the particular night where our story truly begins, it was nearing the later end of August and students were there getting their school supplies and stuff like that. Some would end up at a club and stay to get a butter beer and listen to the band play, not having any idea who the members of the band really were until they noticed them and went down to say hello and catch up with them.
This particular night, they were playing at Club Starlight, a new club that had just opened its doors in Diagon Alley. It had a very fun set-up. It was lit with tons of rapidly rotating multi-colored lights hung all over the ceiling, all surrounding an extremely retro muggle object called a disco ball. It had a long bar with cushioned seats aligned against it and tables all over the outside of the dance floor which was an expansive space in front of the stage. The manager was Kendra, and was aptly described as "not as dumb as she looks." The two bartenders were Drew and Kayla, both who had about as many IQ points as Crabbe and Goyle portrayed that they had. However, they could mix and pour drinks like nobody's business.
Kendra had heard Harry sing at a club in Hogsmeade and had invited him to play at her new club for opening night and Harry had accepted. He Hadn't been booked anywhere else for that particular night, so he figured why not?
Harry, Ron, and Hermione arrived at the club at five, a hour before the club's six o' clock debut. Once they had set everything up and decided what songs to sing, it was five minutes to six and people were starting to gather around the door. A new clubbing opportunity always drew crowds, it seemed. When the clock hit six on the dot, the doors swung open and people came in, sitting at various table with their shopping groups or friends that they saw. Once the majority of the people had settled after getting drinks, Harry grabbed the microphone from its stand.
"Ok, everyone. We're gonna do a few songs tonight, starting with one called 'All I Want,' by The Offspring." Ron and Hermione started playing and Harry came in right on cue.
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Day after day
Your home life's a wreck
The powers that be just breathe down your neck
You get no respect
You get no relief
You gotta speak up and yell out your piece
Chorus:
So back off your rules
Back off your jive
Cause I'm sick of not living
To stay alive
Leave me alone
I'm not asking a lot
Just don't want to be controlled
It's all I want
It's all I want
It's all I want
It's all I want
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
How many times is it gonna take
Til someone around you hears what you say
You've tried being cool
You feel like a lie
You've played by the rules
Now it's their turn to try
Chorus
I've said it before
I'll say it again
If you could just listen
then it might make sense
Chorus
Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya
During the song, Harry noticed a lot more people had come in when they heard the band playing, including a very cute blonde guy that Harry told himself to go and meet after he finished the show. "Ok, now, this next one, I doubt I can sing it as well as Shaun does, but I'll give it my best shot. It's called 'Remedy,' and it's by Seether, Shaun being the lead singer.
Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
During the song, Harry had kept an eye on the blonde beauty, and after the song ended and he announced that the band were going to take a breather, he walked down the stairs and off the stage, heading toward where the blonde boy was sitting. Just looking at him, you could tell that he'd been on a shopping spree on the Aeropostale website at sometime in the recent past. The blonde raised an eyebrow when he saw Harry heading over there to talk to him. He waved a hand indicated to Harry to sit down and said, "So, what makes me so special that the lead singer of a band would come talk to little old me on his break?"
Harry answered simply. "You're the only guy in here in that type of clothing that isn't afraid to head bang in a large group of people.
The blonde laughed. "You actually saw that? Now I'm embarrassed. Making a plum fool of myself in front of the first cute guy I've seen all day. Oh well, I'll get over it. Yep, I'm already over it."
"I take it that that means you like guys?" Harry was hopeful, but not optimistic when he went over there that this beauty would swing his way. Now he saw a real glimmer of hope.
"Well, don't you? I mean, you came over here, didn't you? Unless this is your really drawn out way of asking if you can have a chair from my table." The blonde smirked and Harry laughed.
"Point made. So are we even going to exchange names or are we going to be Nameless One and Nameless Two?"
The blonde laughed again. Harry loved the sound of his laugh. Not a good sign to be that attracted to someone you'd just met three minutes ago, but there he was. "Well, my name's Dr-"
"Hey, Lover Boy. Come on, we have to finish this up! You can talk to your nice little boyfriend later." Harry was literally dragged from his seat and back to the stage by Ron, who had apparently been trying to get his attention. Extremely irritated that he still didn't even know he blonde's name, Harry sang through the rest of his show and then looked back down to where he was sitting and his blonde beauty was gone, without even a name exchange.
Draco Malfoy was being pulled out of Club Starlight by Pansy and Blaise, his best friends who he was really irritated with. After he had met the very talented black-haired cutie and said cutie had been bodily dragged back on stage without even giving his name, Draco had been grabbed in the same manner and dragged out the door because his friends wanted to go home.
He knew he wouldn't get that cutie out of his mind, and he wished he could see him again. Too bad he was going back to school tomorrow. He was sure he'd never see that black-haired god ever again. He just wished he was wrong. For once in his life, since Malfoys were never wrong, Draco was wrong. He just didn't know it yet.
Author's Note: Well, there's the first chapter. I hope you guys like it. Please Read and Review! Hopefully Tai will have the next chapter up soon.