Chapter 22

Harry looked to Pansy and decided that he'd had enough of the under currents of dislike between her and Draco. Sitting forward in his chair, he turned to Draco and said, 'Apologize.'

Draco looked hurt and then said, 'I don't know what you're-'

'Draco, just apologize, she's hurt and you need to fix it.'

Draco looked to Pansy and said in a soft voice, 'Panse, I never meant to hurt you. I just don't want you getting hurt. And Crabbe is so much stronger than me, and we all care about you, so I figured that he would automatically do it anyway.'

Pansy's face softened considerably and she slipped out of her chair to hug Draco, 'I forgive you Drakey. And I'm sorry for blowing up at you. You couldn't have known.'

Through all of this Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise sat with identical expressions of confusion. Crabbe soon seemed to piece together a bit though, as he looked happily at a blushing Pansy.

'Anyhow, now that that's settled. Let's get back to what we were trying to do.'

Draco shook his head to get his thoughts back on track and said, 'Right. Back to what I was saying before. As most of us here know, from previous experience, Harry has an awesome voice, and a great sense of key. I put forward the proposition that he be inducted into the band.'

Pansy nodded her head and said, 'I motion that we do as Draco has proposed.'

Goyle smiled and said, 'I second that motion.'

As the six Slytherins smiled Blaise said, 'Now all we need is a name, and a practice schedule.'

Draco snorted, 'How about the Moldie Voldies.'

Pansy giggled, 'We could be the Harmonizing Hunnies.'

Goyle smirked, 'The White Knights.'

Everyone soon burst into uncontrollable laughter until Blaise, wiping a tear from his eye, pulled everyone back to business.

'Come on, this is serious. If you guys wanna get some more gigs you need an actual name.'

Everyone settled down and got to work thinking of a real name.

Crabbe said in a questioning voice, 'How about Trouble? I mean, we are trouble.'

Blaise nodded his head, 'How about you spell it backwards, Elbourt.'

Shaking his head Draco said, 'It sounds too much like Albert. I like the idea of spelling it backwards though.'

Everyone settled back into silence, wanting something that sounded like them. But Harry raised his head and said in a thoughtful voice, 'What about "Enacirruh"?'

Blaise and the others nodded their heads. But Draco looked at him, puzzled at how the other came up with the great name.

Seeing Draco's gaze Harry blushed and hurriedly explained, 'You know, Enacirruh is Hurricane backwards. And hurricanes are trouble, and unpredictable, and uncontrollable. Like all of us.'

Draco beamed at the interesting boy in front of him, Pansy let out a squeal and clapped her hands excitedly, 'Harry! That's brilliant!'

Harry blushed and ducked his head to hide it.

Blaise laughed and said, 'Ok, Enacirruh, we need a practice schedule to get you all back into shape.'

Goyle looked at Draco and said, 'Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow at 5:00.'

Harry looked to Draco and said, 'What position are you trying for?'

Draco laughed and said, 'Don't worry, you can have seeker, I'm not gonna try out this year.'

Harry smiled and said, 'Thanks, but playing Qudditch just doesn't make me as excited as it used to. I enjoy the simple thrill of simply riding a broom.'

Pansy smiled sadly and said, 'Alas, and to think that Slytherin could have actually had a chance of winning this year.'

Blaise said in a bored voice, 'Sorry to interrupt-'

'Sure he is.'

'-But we need to figure out a schedule here.'

Harry said in an easy voice, 'How about we practice tomorrow from 1:30 until 3:30? That gives us two hours. And then after try outs we can make room for watching the quidditch practices.'

Everyone nodded their head in acceptance and Pansy jokingly added, 'Yeah, Harry and Draco wouldn't want to miss out on seeing the hot bods of those Slytherins.'

Harry and Draco stood up, smiling evil smiles and moved towards her with mock menace.

'What did you-'

'-Say about us?'

Pansy looked from one boy to the other, 'Don't you dare-'

But Pansy's protest was broke off as she began to squeal in laughter as the two began to tickle her mercilessly.

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'You got me to feel all these butterflies in side

In your locker I would hide

The truth

It's only you I see….'

'Alright, alright. Harry, you need to learn to actually play your guitar. I mean, you look hot as hell, all of you do, but you need to be able to play the instrument instead of it just being a prop. Right now it looks like you're trying to make it a weapon of some sort.'

Crabbe laughed and said, 'Harry, treat it like a woman; you stroke her with apt fingers in order to get her to scream for you.'

Harry snorted and Goyle said, 'Or a bloke. You stroke them and they yell the sweet nothings until your deaf.'

Everyone collapsed into heaps of laughter and Harry tried to get his fingers to pluck out the proper chords without looking, which resulted in him getting his fingers stuck in the strings.

Draco laughed and said, 'Ok, we'll practice this until you at least get used to the chords. And then it's off to watch the Quidditch tryouts.'

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The Slytherins all looked out onto the pitch from their seats on the grass to see a crying Madame Hooch and an angry Professor Snape.

'Due to recent events it turns out that Qudditch shall be canceled. It seems that after the Gryffindor team lost it's seeker they complained fiercely against their unfair, and unexpected loss. Too sad. And Dumbledore seems to agree with the Gryffindors that it is not fair. So, he has deemed that Quidditch shall not continue this year.'

Harry glared angrily at Madame Hooch. How dare she cry when it was his house that was the one suffering? Those bloody Gryffindors, this was there way of getting back at him. Smirking, he stood up and smiled to Professor Snape.

'Potter, do you have something you'd like to say?'

Harry gave a dark smile to the professor, receiving a smile in turn, 'Sir, may I address my fellow students?'

Severus nodded his head.

'Thank you. Classmates, who here actually enjoys listening to those whining Gryffindors? Listening to their snotty comments and having them attack us in the corridors?'

When nothing but a grumble of anger reached his ears he continued on, 'Now why should we give them the satisfaction of showing how much they affect us by taking away this sport? Instead of rising to the bait that they are likely to dangle in front of us, we must continue with our witty comments, stripping them of their security, shadowing them in doubt about themselves, and their families. Strike them where it really hurts and show that we can't be hurt.'

Over the cheering agreement of his classmates Severus smirked and said, 'Potter, welcome home.'

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Harry sang out,

'No stop signs, speed limit,
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it,
Nobody's gonna mess me 'round
Hey Satan, payin' my dues,
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey momma, look at me,
I'm on my way to the Promised Land
Whoo!..'

Everyone else joined in for the chorus,

'I'm on the highway to Hell!
Highway to Hell!
I'm on the highway to Hell!
Highway to Hell, mmmmm…
Don'tcha stop me!
Ah! Ah! Ow!'

Then Harry turned into the rift with his guitar, blasting away at the notes, making it sound like a true rock concert.

'Harry, Harry. You have the guitar down, and you have the vocals down. And it's all real great, but you need to be able to do both at once.'

Draco cut over Blaise, 'Yeah, you can't be like Blaise, unable to work his brain and his mouth at the same time.'

Blaise scowled and aimed a hex at Draco, who easily ducked it and the hex absorbed into the stone wall and Draco laughed as he continued, 'Or unable to cast a spell and aim it at the same time.'

Harry was laughing but quickly stopped and turned around as he heard the rooms wards begin to go off. Casting a quick concealing charm he hid the musical equipment and snarled out, 'Weasley, what do you think you're doing in a classroom that has a 'Busy' sign hanging on the door?'

Ron's already red face became splotchy with anger and he fired back, 'I could ask you what you're doing in a room full of Slytherins.'

Harry snorted and said, 'I guess you must have been to sotted to remember, but let me try to clear things up for you a bit. You see, last Friday, in the Great Hall, I was resorted. And I was sorted into Slytherin. So, the real question is, what are you doing in here?'

Ron stood silent, his eyebrows drawn together in anger.

'Come on, out with it Weasel. Are you here for a reason? Or just to try and scam on Harry?'

Ron's eyes instantly flared with a fire of hatred, turning to Pansy he said in a deadly soft voice, 'You told.'

Pansy blanched slightly but then stuck out her chest and said in a calm voice, 'Yeah. I figured Harry had the right to know that his best mate, sorry, ex best mate, was watching him undress with more than-'

But before Pansy could finish her sentence she was cut off by a hex coming from the end of Ron's wand. Ducking the spell, it ricocheted off of the stone wall and headed towards Draco. Stepping forwards, Harry put his arms up and drew the hex into himself.

Pansy let out a scream of terror as Harry glowed with black before crumpling to the ground. Pansy ran to Harry and pulled him to her chest, stroking his silky black hair softly. Draco turned to Ron, Crabbe and Goyle on either side.

'If you even talk to him, ever again, I promise that you will regret it.'

Blaise stepped forward and added, 'If you hurt him, at all, we will make sure that you are expelled instantly.'

Ron looked as if he'd swallowed chalk. Looking to Harry's collapsed body he gulped and nodded once, abruptly, before stalking out of the room. The boys walked over to Pansy to hear her sobbing.

Draco got down onto his knees and pulled Harry's wrist towards him, checking the pulse. Feeling a faint flutter he gave a slightly relieved smile and said, 'Hurry, lets get him to the hospital.'

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Harry pleaded with Madame Pomfrey, 'Come on, I promise that I won't be rough housing or anything. I'll play things safe.'

Shaking her head, the woman said in a loving voice, 'Harry, I just can't do that. You were hit with a mild form of the Avada Kedavra curse, it's amazing that you're still-'

Taking in a shaky voice she closed her eyes and then continued on, 'I can't let you out of here without making sure everything is proper first.'

Harry took the woman's hand and patted it soothingly, 'Then could we practice in here? We'd put up a silencing charm, and we wouldn't disturb the other patients.'

Opening up her mossy green eyes she smiled at him and then said in a false exasperated voice, 'Alright, alright, do as you wish. Just don't get over excited and harm yourself.'

Harry laughed and said, 'Don't worry, I'll be just fine.'

Smiling, the woman gave him a hug and said, 'If I had a son, I hope he would be just like you.'

Harry laughed and said, 'Then you would have a world of trouble on your hands.'

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Harry laughed as his new friends came into the medical ward and headed to his bed, each with their own instrument slung over their back.

Draco said in a jokingly angry tone, 'You know, before you passed out on us you could have lifted your concealment charm; it would have made it so much easier to find everything.'

Harry laughed and said, 'Sorry, I was a little preoccupied at the moment.'

Pansy walked over and laid her bass across the bed beside his, 'How are you doing?'

Harry shrugged and said, 'I've been worse. I mean, it hurts every once in awhile. But I can live with it.'

Pansy smiled and gave him a hug, 'Good. We were a bit worried about where we would find someone to fill in for you in the band. I mean, what with you leaving us hanging.'

Harry laughed and said, 'Wow, I just feel so loved here.'

Pansy smirked and said, 'Don't you know it.'

Draco snorted and Blaise said, 'Come on, now that we know he's physically alright, we need to see how good he is with his instrument.'

Draco put the back of his hand to his forehead and said in a woebegone voice,

'Oh, horrors be, our manager is Blaise Zabini.'

Harry laughed and said, 'You're a poet and you didn't even know it.'

Smirking Crabbe set up his drums and Goyle got his organ ready on the bed. Pansy put her bass' strap over her shoulder and Draco passed Harry his guitar.

'So what do we sing today?'

Harry laughed and said, 'I know.'

Strumming abit on his guitar he heated into the song and then joined his instrument with his voice,

'…Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without you
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke without you
But I'm richer
You thought that I'd be sad without you
I laugh harder
You thought I wouldn't grow without you
Now I'm wiser
Thought that I'd be helpless without you
But I'm smarter
You thought that I'd be stressed without you
But I'm chillin'…'

Laughing Pansy joined in, along with the smiling boys,

'I'm a survivor
I'm not gon give up
I'm not gon stop
I'm gon work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'…'

As they finished off, Draco and Harry letting their electrics slowly slide off, and Pansy giving a bit of a soft solo at the end before the complete finale.

Blaise got up and clapping his hands said, 'Amazing.'

As the six Slytherins laughed and joked in happy relief, another person frowned in another part of the castle; things were straying too far. His plans needed to stay in order, and these friendships would ruin those plans. He would need to do something if it didn't correct itself soon enough.

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Hi, I realize it took abnormally long time to get this chapter up, but I promise the next few chapters will more than make up for the wait. All I have to do is buckle down and get them typed out. -Glances at evil minion with whip- Shouldn't be too much longer.
Thanks again to my fantabulous beta, my chapters wouldn't be half as good if you didn't make them make sense. Maybe you should help with my scrollies at the bottoms too? Haha, joking.
But yeah, thanks to all the readers who have reviewed, you went past the alotted 50 reviews I wanted, you guys are one short of 60! But keep reviewing, because you guys are the ones that make me feel its all worth it, and I need to know what you think of evil Ron.
I do not own the songs, I had no part in thos ecreative masterpieces. The first one is Highway to Hell - by AC/DC, the second song is Survivor - by numerous artists.