Ok so I'm putting up the second chapter faster than I thought I would but… oh well. Thanks Caroline for the review (Even if I still can't see it.) And you other people that read it review please. Megan likes reviews.

Oh and... even though Harry is in his first year other things from other stories will probably come into the story (like... Crookshanks for example)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Or Pippin… the musical. I also don't own Monty Python… I borrowed a bit from them.

The first day of classes went by very slowly and Harry felt like every student in the school was following him. They were pointing at his forehead and whispering to each other then they would silent stalk him to his next classroom. Young Harry managed to escape the stalkers by ducking into his class for that period. That didn't stop the staring that went on during class though.

There was one person who would not stop staring at him, and in each class he managed to get a seat beside him. The staring person was none other than… Ron Weasley. Mister Weasley hadn't spoken a word to the Potter boy but Harry could feel some kind of friendship forming. In Herbology Harry finally stuck out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Harry."

Ron smiled and replied, "I'm Ron Weasley." And they went about happily repotting milfoils (the plant that Malfoy gets his hair gel from).

The first day ended with another large dinner, and thankfully the teachers didn't sing again. After the quite uneventful dinner the students stumbled up to their House's Common Rooms or the library (for some… first minute studying). The Weasley twins were plotting something together in the corner when Harry went up to his dormitory. Four other Gryffindor first year boys were already asleep in their beds but Harry wasn't tired. He wandered over to the window in the dormitory and sat upon the cold stone sill.

He gazed up at the stars and began to sing sadly.

"Everything has its season
Everything has its time
Show me a reason and I'll soon show you a rhyme

Cats fit on the windowsill."

Unfortunately this was not the case for Crookshanks he was shoved off the windowsill by Harry. Crookshanks had hissed and bared his teeth at Harry before slinking out the door. Harry didn't care, he was singing!

"Children fit in the snow
Why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go?

Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky"

Harry looked up at the sky wondering if his "corner of the sky" would appear. Nope, the moon was taking up the corner of the sky currently. Potter glared at the moon but then continued to serenade (to no one).

"Every man has his daydreams
Every man has his goal
People like the way dreams have
Of sticking to the soul
Thunderclouds have their lightning
Nightingales have their song
And don't you see I want my life to be
Something more than long..."

His life wouldn't be very long if that Voldemort guy that Hagrid had spoken about wasn't dead. He was probably plotting to get revenge on poor Harry. And unknown to Harry that's just what the Dark Lord was doing (but we'll get to him later. Harry's song isn't done.)The green-eyed boy flung open the window, and sang much louder now as the chorus came up again.

"Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky"

He almost toppled out the window but clung onto the curtain. Alice… I mean Harry continued onto the next verse.

"So many men seem destined
To settle for something small
But I won't rest until I know I'll have it all
So don't ask where I'm going
Just listen when I'm gone
And far away you'll hear me singing
Softly to the dawn"

Harry started to sing the chorus once again but a voice with an Irish accent began to speak. "Will you shut up!" Seamus yelled at Harry. "We're trying to sleep. Trevor, the toad, glared at Harry and croaked unhappily. Harry Potter was about to yell back at Seamus but a shoe collided with his head and the world went black.

What I stole:

Alice... Harry- from Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Alice... Herbert )

I guess I stole milfoils... maybe? Caroline (yougotphoned)discovered them on microsoft word so there! credited

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