The Caged Bird Sings 'cos Colin Killed it with a Dart

"I'm getting outta here," said Colin getting up from his bed on the floor, which was just a pile of blankets.

"Where're you going?" asked Ron from one of the beds.

"I'll be back."

"Bollocks. We'll go with you. There's not much to do here," Ron grabbed his jacket, and kicked Harry's bed. "Get up! We're leaving."

Wanting to learn more about this new city they decided to visit Albert dock, and took a walk around the boats, and fishermen.

"Are we gonna talk about what happened?" asked Ron.

Harry and Colin raised their heads to look at him.

"No." they said.

"Come on, guys! Don't be lame! Where're we going?"

"Awww, Ron."

"Yeah, seriously."

But Ron stopped walking,

"Where're we goin'!"

Harry and Colin stopped and turned to look at Ron. They sighed.

"To the top, Ronnie," they said depressingly.

"What the hell was that?"

"To the top, Ronnie!"

"Where's that at?"

"The topper-most of the popper-most!" they yelled with smiles spreading on their faces.

"That's right!"

They stood for a moment. They're hearts full of hope, backs straight and heads held high, and continued to walk.

"I hate this," said Ron pulling out a box of cigarettes.

"What?"

"Not being in some sort of wizarding community," he put one of the cigs in his mouth and lit it with his wand, "but still, pretty though isn't it?"

"Ron!"

With cigarettes in their mouths, the boys turned around and saw Lavender Brown running towards them. She jumped into Ron's arms and kissed him hard causing Ron's unlit cigarette to fall from his mouth. Harry and Colin looked at each other uncomfortably.

"You got my letter then?" asked Ron.

"Of course I did!"

Colin's mouth was open wide, and looked horribly confused. Suddenly he grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him aside.

"What's wrong with you?"

"That's his girl? I mean they're together?"

"Yeah…"

"But he's been shagging every other girl we've seen."

Harry shrugged

"That's Ron for ya."

"Hey!" called Ron.

Colin quickly let go of Harry.

"We're gonna be goin'. I'll see ya back at the motel."

"Ron hang on," said Lavender running over to Harry. "Hello, Harry!" she said kissing him on the cheek.

"Hello, Lav. You remember Colin right?"

"Oh yes of course! Hi!"

"Hi," said Colin.

"Well, I better get going. I'll see you both later."

Harry and Colin decided they might as well continue taking a not so well self-guided tour of Liverpool. An hour after they separated from Ron and Lavender, they had only been to one museum, which was about twenty minutes away from where they were- Tate Liverpool.

"What the hell is that?" asked Colin, looking at a painting.

"I don't know Colin," Harry responded looking at Colin who was now bending over trying to look at the painting upside down. "Why's it so quiet?"

"Maybe because no one's in this room," said Colin getting up and walking over to Harry.

"Come on. How many floors do we have left?"

"None."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Fab. Let's go eat."

When they landed on the first floor, they noticed that there were more people here than in any of the other floors. Colin grinned.

"What?"

"FIRE!"

Everyone in the room screamed.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you!"

"Run!"

They ran passed the old ladies who were wearing pearls, past the monocle wearing gentlemen, the little screaming children and straight out the door. Still, they didn't stop. For 300 yards they kept on going until they ran out of breath.

"Shite," said Harry and looked at Colin who on the floor panting. Harry smiled at him and they laughed.

"Hey! Are you getting in or what?"

They were laughing so hard they didn't realize they were at a bus stop.

"Uh…sure! Why not."

They hopped on the bus and in a few minutes into the ride they found the real fun they were looking for.

"Look," said Colin as they got out of the bus. "The Cavern, ha ha ha!"

"Knock it off. Look there's a good place to eat."

It actually was a good place to eat. If you like eating somewhere where you have to stay low in order to stay out of trouble. That's is exactly what Harry and Colin had to do. They walked in ordered their sandwiches and had a game of darts.

Everything went well, until Colin hit a caged bird with one of the darts. The bird screeched for a moment and suddenly went stiff. Colin's eyes grew wide and Harry gaped at the dead bird.

"What's wrong with you? Get on your way! Shoo! Get out of here!"

The boys didn't need to be told twice, for a few large men were rising out of their seats.

As they made their depressing way to the bus stop to go back to the motel they saw a teenage boy holding drumsticks and walking with a group of boys and girls.

"Hey," said Harry grabbing one of the boys. "Who is that guy?"

"Don't you know? Nick Mills. Just got a drum kit for his birthday."

Harry let go of the stranger and watched him rejoin the boy called Nick Mills and the rest of his posse.

"Ron!"

"Ron!"

Harry and Colin had returned from their excursion extremely late and were running through they're motel room looking for Ron and found him in his room in bed with Lavender.

"Where's the fire?" asked Ron emerged from the sheets.

Colin snorted at the word 'fire' and Harry hit him.

"I think we found him. Our drummer."