Lyrical Silence

BY: SRREADSALOT

Disclaimer: Guess what! I'm not J.K. Rowling! Who'd a though? But unfortunately, that means I do not own Harry Potter or anything pertaining to it. I know, I know, sad, isn't it? Well too bad. We will just have to wait until the day she sells all things Harry Potter to me I guess. ALSO The music in this is from Evanescence's CD, Fallen.

Chapter One

Lyrical Silence was the number one selling band in the wizarding world. If you hadn't heard of them though, it's ok. Wiz records released their album, Drowning, about a week ago. It had done ok but nothing spectacular for the first week or so.

WJLW was a wizard run radio company. They were known for playing the music no one had heard of but would soon become the next big single. The radio station manager got wind of Lyrical Silence and decided to play the entire CD on wizard radio. It was a hit sensation. Everyone was asking who they were and what the CD was called. The next day, the CD sold out across Europe.

WJLW had asked them to give a radio interview but the lead singer, Lyric, was unable to attend. The rest of the band showed up and told the DJ about the band. An advertising song came on about the radio station and then the DJ started talking. "Hey everyone this is Ken Urbane. I have a special treat for you. I am sitting here with the new hit sensation, Lyrical Silence. You heard their first CD on our airwaves yesterday."

"Hey everyone, we are Lyrical Silence. Lyric, our lead singer couldn't make it. About our band though. We are comprised of five members: Lyric, Sage, Keegan, Deserae, and I'm Lance. We all got together over Christmas break last year. My uncle told me that when I got a band and enough songs together, we could make a CD. He recorded it for us and is now our manager. Umm, Sage, why don't you tell them about yourself?"

"Well, I'm Sage. I'm twenty. I graduated from Hogwarts. I play lead guitar. Keegs?" Sage said monosyllabically.

"I'm Keegan. I'm twenty also. I graduated from Hogwarts with Sage. We were best friends for those seven years. We both shared a love for music throughout those long years. The two of us have been playing music together for almost that long. I also play guitar. Dez?" Keegan offered the mic to Deserae.

"Uh, hey, I'm Deserae, Dez for short. I'm twenty-one and graduated from Beauxbatons. I've been playing drums since I was about four. I help Lyric write some of the music, although he does most of it. I met Keegan and Sage about a year or two ago and liked the music they were making. We began to form a band called Screaming Tongues. We were more of a garage band though. Lance?" Dez gave the mic to Lance.

Lance cleared his throat and began, "I'm Lance. I'm twenty-two and I went to Beauxbatons also. Dez and I were kinda rivals in a way. We were both Seekers on our house teams. It was a friendly rivalry though." There was a snicker from the rest of the band who had heard all the stories. "Okay, it wasn't quite so friendly but that's a story for a different time. I met these guys about nine months ago. They needed a bass player and I auditioned for the job. I play bass in the band and sing backup. Dez sings backup too."

"Thanks for sharing about yourselves, guys." The DJ said to the band. "Now, the question on everybody's mine, who is Lyric? How does he fit into your band?"

The band members squirmed uncomfortably. Dez took the mic from Lance and began. "Lyric turned our band around. We heard him singing at a karaoke shop in a mall and asked him if he was interested in being in our band. He told us that he didn't like to sing other people's music. We told him that was fine and he joined right then. Our manager didn't like the name the Screaming Tongues though so we brain stormed. I really liked Lyric's name so I suggested we work around that. It was a combined effort in coming up with Lyrical Silence." Dez hadn't disclosed much information, just as Lyric had asked.

"But what about Lyric?" The DJ asked. "Wizards everywhere have been phoning and emailing us about Lyric. They want to know how old he is, where he went to school, everything. Do you have any info about him?" The DJ was on the edge of his seat, his eyes roving over the four young people in front of him.

"Well, Lyric asked us not to disclose information about him. He is younger than us and wants to remain quiet about his true identity."

Hogwarts was buzzing. It seemed everyone was in love with the band Lyrical Silence. Dumbledore had even lifted a spell so that select electronics would work at Hogwarts. Apparently, he liked them too. The Great Hall was in an uproar while they were waiting for the feast to start. Everyone was talking about, or singing, Lyrical Silence. Dumbledore banged for attention on his glass and the tables reluctantly fell quiet. "Welcome back, my students. I hope you all have had a great summer. Now, I would like to welcome then new first years." Everyone clapped as the young students walked in.

McGonagall instructed the students on how they would be sorted and then started to call names. "Adams, Abigail." A loud clap was heard when Hufflepuff was chosen as her house.

Draco Malfoy was zoning out at the Slytherin table. He had also heard about the new musical sensation, Lyrical Silence, but that wasn't what he was thinking about. He was thinking about life in general and what he had accomplished since coming to Hogwarts. Nothing. He didn't have the highest grades, he wasn't the best looking, he wasn't the best seeker, and he didn't have an extraordinary talent in anything but art. What could drawings, sketches, and paintings get him in life though? Nothing here really inspired him. No one had both the inner and outer beauty he wanted to capture in his paintings. The only person he could think of that could possibly come close would be Harry Potter.

Harry Potter, his sworn enemy, was one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen. His eyes shown with the beauty of uncut emeralds and his raven hair contrasted well with his golden brown skin tone. His physique was truly that of a seeker. He was lean, but muscular in all the right places. He also had a kind innocence in his eyes, like he felt everyone had good inside them, even if they didn't show it. His eyes haunted Draco. The way they could hold emotions so fully. It almost made Draco swoon at the thought of painting him.

He had no idea how he would go about it though. He couldn't just go up to his sworn enemy and ask him to pose for a painting session, could he? Harry might say yes, but then again he could publicly humiliate him by saying no. Draco sighed at his predicament and gazed at the boy in question across the room.

Harry sighed. The feast hadn't even begun yet and he was already tired as hell. He had been up the night before writing and now he was paying the price. The last name was called to Ravenclaw and the food appeared. Harry reached for a dinner roll and the butter and began to eat.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder and Harry's heavy eye lids snapped open in fear. "Harry, are you alright? You look exhausted!" Hermione's concerned face appeared in his line of sight and he smiled at the familiar face.

"Yes, Hermione, I'm fine, just really tired." He gave her a half smile and asked, "So, what do you think of Lyrical Silence? Do you have the album?" Harry liked talking about the band. It took his mind off of other things he had to worry about.

"They are wonderful! My mom and dad just got me the CD as a going away present. Have you heard it?" Hermione had a sparkle in her eye.

Harry smiled, almost condescendingly, and said, "I've heard it once or twice."

DING! DING! DING! Dumbledore was tapping his glass at the head table for attention. "Students, I have a few announcements for you. As you know, I have lifted the electronics ban from Hogwarts. I do not want you to take advantage of this privilege. It can be taken away faster than it was given. A list of all allowed electronics can be found on your common room bulletin boards. Also, classes on Friday have been cancelled. We are going to have a long weekend to catch up with school friends and have a day of relaxation before the real work begins. I want this day to be fun for everyone." He smiled as if there were something else. "We will also be having special guests that day. As a treat for all the fifth, sixth, and seventh years, we have decided to give a non-formal ball. There will be a musical guest also." Everyone was on the edge of his or her seat, waiting to hear who it would be.

Harry's stomach was in knots. He was hoping beyond hope that it wouldn't be, "Lyrical Silence will be joining us for our day of fun." Harry went white as a sheet and thought to himself, what am I going to do?

Harry went straight to his room after he got to Gryffindor tower and wrote a letter.

Lance,

What in the hell were you thinking, scheduling a "day of fun" at Hogwarts? No one is supposed to know who I am, remember? It's going to be kind of hard if people see me here, don't you think? You all need to be by the fire later tonight. I don't know when I will be able to call, but by God, I will wake up your whole house if you aren't there to talk to me.

Harry.

Harry went up to the Astronomy Tower and found Hedwig nestled in with a few other house owls. As he approached, she opened her eyes and crooned softly. He crooked his finger and she flew gracefully down to him. He tied the letter to her left leg and stroked her wings and her beak for a few moments. "Hedwig, I need you to get this to Lance as soon as possible. I hate to make you do this but it is really, really important." Hedwig crooned again and Harry smiled at his old friend. "I will see you later. Come to breakfast tomorrow and you can have some of my toast, okay?" Hedwig did a sort of nod that meant, okay, and flew off.

Harry made his way back to Gryffindor Tower, very tired yet knowing he would never be able to sleep. He was about ten feet away when he heard his voice over loud stereo speakers. He had no idea when he walked into that karaoke bar over Christmas break that he would ever be in this position now. He was used to being the center of attention now, but if anyone ever found out… he had no idea what he would do.

The lyrics to the first song he had ever written were playing over the speakers. These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real. There's just too much that time can not erase. Harry sighed and then smiled to himself. My Immortal was his favorite song. It sounded as if he was speaking about a girlfriend who broke his heart. That wasn't really it; it was more about loss in general and how he felt after Sirius and his parents died.

He didn't look around when he came in the portrait hole. He didn't want anyone to know how the song affected him, so he went straight upstairs. He changed out of his robes slower than he had to. He knew exactly how long the song was so he knew he still needed to wait till he went down stairs.

In the dormitory, the song was muffled. The door opened and he could hear it, but then the door shut again. He turned to see Hermione and Ron with concerned looks on their faces. "Hey Harry. We just wanted to make sure you were ok. We saw you leave suddenly and then come back without saying a word. We're worried that you aren't telling us something." Hermione said with out exactly meeting Harry's eyes.

Harry wanted to tell them more than anything. He couldn't stand lying to them but… He didn't want them to blurt it out if they lost their temper. He knew this would never happen, but what if? Four other people already knew who he was. If he let other people know, he might not be able to keep it a secret. It would be a lot easier to get through tomorrow if people who weren't being watched every second were helping to cover for him.

"Harry?" Hermione prompted him out of his internal argument. He sighed.

"Guys, I think you should sit down." The two looked at each other with worried expressions and sat gingerly on Harry's bed. "It's nothing to worry about, I just don't want anyone else to know." They relaxed slightly until Harry put silencing charms on the room and locked the door.

"Harry, if it's not serious, then why are you locking the doors and putting silencing charms on the room?" Ron asked questioningly.

"I told you, it's not something I want other people to know. I am really, really trusting you to not tell anyone until I say it's ok." He took a deep breath. "As you guys know, I was really busy this summer and parts of last year during the school year. There's a reason for this. I didn't come to your house, Ron, or answer your letters in detail, Hermione, because I was busy writing songs. I write pretty much all the music for the band I am in." The two had a feeling that this wasn't the biggest news of the day so they shoved their excitement away at knowing someone in a band and sat silently, giving Harry all of their attention. "You have even heard of my band. I know this for a fact." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "The reason you don't recognize this is because I don't go by Harry Potter, or even Harry, in the band. My name in the band is Lyric." They sat there still as if this didn't really matter. "The song that was playing down stairs? I wrote it."

Both of their mouths were hanging open in disbelief. "Harry quit messing with us and tell us what you were going to say." Hermione looked resolute in her disbelief that he could possibly be Lyric from Lyrical Silence.

Harry groaned in frustration. He went to his trunk and got a leather bound, hard case journal out of the top. He opened to the page with the lyrics to My Immortal on it and showed it to her. "Harry, why are you doing this? There's no way you are Lyric. How could you be? Besides, you could have listened to the song and then written down the lyrics. You probably have the CD."

"I do, but that's besides the point! I wrote this! I wrote Going Under, Bring Me to Life, Everybody's Fool… I wrote them all Hermione! Ron, you believe me, right?" Harry looked to his best friend hopefully.

"I don't know, Harry. I mean, it's pretty hard to believe that you are the lead singer to the best selling musical group in the world. Lyrical Silence has a waiting list for their CD's. You can't buy them in any of the wizarding stores and even muggles think they are amazing. What can I say? You don't really even look like him."

Harry glared at them. He had had enough. "Fine, if you don't want to believe me, that's your choice. You asked what was bothering me, I told you. I just thought my best friends would believe me when I was telling the truth. I obviously can't convince you though. Harry took off the locking charm and the silencing charms. "I'm going downstairs to wait for everyone to go to bed. I have to contact Lance by fire. I guess I will talk to you later, but then again maybe you don't believe that either." He shut the door and the two friends looked at each other guiltily

"Do you think he really is Lyric? I mean, no one knows who he is and the interview said that the band said Lyric was younger than them and he didn't want his identity revealed. Could he possibly be…?" Ron was looking at Hermione as he said this. He wanted to believe so bad but, unfortunately, he needed proof.

"I don't know, Ron. I really don't know. We need to stay up though and talk to him after everyone goes to bed, though."

A/N: Okay everyone, school starts in about a week. That means not as many updates. I really need to focus on school work and myself. So I will continue to write, it will just be less. I was on vaca last week so you can't count that in your "more or less" listings. XP Thanks for the support and reviews, SR