disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her. The song Sister Misery belongs to the bandCharon. I am not anyone of them.
warnings: Slash. Cutting. Cursing.
songs: Sister Misery by Charon. Come tonight by Charon is mentioned.
A/N: I'm back! With a chapter! After two months. Not the point. Anyway, I won't be keeping you from reading this any longer, so go ahead;
Friday night. It had been two months when they performed at Ravenclaw the first time. Now it was their fourth show there and still no record-deal. Devian was only one anxious about it. He and Rory were doing fine at the moment. Not good, but not bad either. Devian still had not talked to Cat about his and Rory's relationship and it pissed Rory off so much that they fought about it almost everyday. Devian always told Rory about timing.
Harry and Draco had been officially together for seven weeks. Draco's parents knew nothing about this and they spent most of the time at Harry's. Being loved by Harry was very good for Draco. He hadn't cut himself for five weeks, though it was still difficult with his parents. He refused to discuss about anything that went on in his house with Harry, who thought it was better to wait and let Draco tell when he was ready.
"What are you listening?" Harry asked Cat as he took off the purple haired teen's headphones and put them on his own ears.
All we cried comes crawling back
Before it burns my world
Tonight, we'll sing our sorrow
Sing our sorrow song
Harry took the headphones off. "It's good. What is it?"
Cat showed him the album cover. "Lord Voldemort. It's a new band from San Francisco. It's very good.
Harry took the album from Cat. In the cover was the bare upper body of a young man who had black wings, long black hair, black lips and black eyes. Above him read Lord Voldemort with blood-red letters and below him was the name of the album with the same blood-red letters: Songs of Sorrow. On the back of the album was a picture of the band; four young men and a young woman.
"I think it's better than Endymion." Cat told. "Listen."
You don't need to cry
I can show what it's like
For you to spare you from this pain
You're forever here
You're forever here in my heart
And I love to die for you
"It's good." Harry stated. "What's the time?"
"Twenty past eight."
Harry stood and left Cat listening more of Lord Voldemort. It sure sounded good.
-
Two hours and ten minutes later Harry entered the backstage again, fresh from the stage. Devian was all over the place, as usual.
"That was so cool!" He stated and jumped around the room as Mr. Granger entered the room with an older man and a younger man who Harry found familiar, but didn't know who he was.
"Well done, boys!" Mr. Granger told and Devian stopped jumping and sat on the couch next to Rory. "You were great, as always. There are some people who'd like to meet you. This is Cornelius Fudge, you may have heard of him." The older man stepped forward.
"The manager of Endymion and Lord Voldemort." Cat knew and shook hands with the man. "Nice to meet you. Cat Darling."
They all shook hands with Fudge and introduced themselves. "It's very nice to meet all of you. You played very well tonight." The young man coughed behind him. "Oh, yes, I'm sorry Tom. Let me introduce you…" The man stepped next to Fudge and offered his hand to Harry.
"Tom Riddle."
Cat gasped as Harry took the man's hand. "Harry Potter." Now he knew why he had looked so familiar. He was in the back of Lord Voldemort's album; he was the vocalist of the band.
"Tom sings in a very promising group, Lord Voldemort. They have already sold gold with their first album, which was released three weeks ago." Fudge told proudly.
"You played well tonight." Riddle told, ignoring Fudge. "You have a good future ahead, I can tell."
"Y-you think?" Harry asked, finally taking back his hand.
"Yes. And I, I mean we, the band, would like to help you with that."
"How could you do that?" Devian asked. He had returned back to the couch.
"We are having a concert in Godric's Hollow in three months and we need a warm up." Riddle said firmly and then melted into a wicked smile. "Are you interested?"
"I dunno." Harry answered blankly and turned to the others. "Are we?"
"As long as we don't have to wear dresses." Devian said nodding. Rory gave him a very odd look.
"Dresses?"
"Never mind. It just popped into my head…" The raven haired teen mumbled.
"And if the show goes well," Fudge started. "And the audience likes you, we could maybe offer you a record-deal."
"Excuse us." Harry told Fudge and Riddle and gathered the band near the couch. Their heads were almost touching. "Well?"
"Of course we're going, they're offering a freaking record-deal!" Devian cried, whispering.
"Yeah, but only if the crowd likes us." Rory told.
"It's not easy to please a crowd. It's cool in a small place, when most of the audience came here just to see us." Harry stated.
"It's Lord Voldemort who we're supposed to warm up. You really think their fans won't like us?" Cat asked the obvious.
"I heard a song from the radio, Sister Misery. It was a lot like us, we could've played it." Rory whispered.
"I dunno, maybe we should ask our parents first. I mean, we are only seventeen." Harry suggested.
"I'm gonna be eighteen in two weeks." Cat informed.
"And I will be eighteen in a month and Harry in seven weeks. Dev's the only one under eighteen when it's show time."
"We should still at least check with them."
Devian was getting frustrated. "Oh c'mon!" He shrieked. "It's a fucking record-deal! We have the opportunity to play in Godric's fucking Hollow with Lord fucking Voldemort and you want to ask your parents? Oh please, when have any of you ever asked your parents about anything doing with Brandon Lee?"
"He's got a point there." Cat admitted.
"So we're doing it then?" Rory asked.
Harry bit his lower lip and looked at the others' faces. "Yes, we're doing it."
"Thank you!" Devian bellowed and they all turned to Riddle and Fudge.
"Well?" Riddle questioned. "Are you interested?"
"Yes." Harry replied. "We are very interested."
Riddle smiled. "Very well. If you'd give your number to Cornelius here, he'll get in touch with you and you can get over all the details." Harry took a pen and paper from the table in front of the couch and wrote his number on it and gave it to Fudge.
"Thank you. Now, we must be leaving. Tom has to be in San Francisco tomorrow. I'll get in touch." Fudge told and they said goodbyes before the two men left.
"Wow." Devian stated as the door was closed and they were alone again.
-
"What are you doing?" Draco asked as he was lying on Harry's bed when Harry himself was beside his desk with his computer.
"I'm at Lord Voldemort's website." Harry mumbled.
"Well, you're being really boring. Come to bed with me." The blonde told.
"Yeah, in a sec."
Draco sat up on the bed. "Your boyfriend asks you to come to bed with him and you say 'in a sec'?"
Harry cracked a small smile. "'Your boyfriend' huh?"
Draco stood up and came behind Harry. "What does it say?"
Lord Voldemort was founded in March 1999 by Tom Riddle (vocals), Bellatrix Lestrange (guitar)) and Severus Snape (bass). Peter Pettigrew (drums) joined the group in April of the same year and Fenrir Greyback (guitar) soon after that. The group coming from the dark streets of San Francisco published its first single Sister Misery in April 2005. The latest single Come tonight was released only two days before releasing their first album Songs of Sorrow in July 2005. The album has already sold gold.
"Fascinating." Draco stated and kissed Harry's neck. "Now, be a good boy and come to bed with me."
"These guys were together six years before releasing a single album. We have been together only 3 years." The sitting teen told, directing the words to no one in particular.
"No, we have been together only for seven weeks." The blonde corrected. "Seriously Harry, I'm really happy for you and Brandon Lee, but if you rather surf in the internet than spend some quality time with me, I'm going home, what I'd rather not do." He said and sat on the bed again.
"Okay…" Harry muttered.
"Okay?" Draco repeated. "If that's what you think then I'll go! And I don't think I'll bother coming back!" He cried and stood up, furious.
"What? What did I say?" Harry woke up from his trance and turned to Draco. "No, baby, I didn't mean it. I just wasn't listening. Of course I want you to be here with me." He stood up as well and wrapped his arms around the grim faced blonde.
"You were totally ignoring me."
"Yes, I know. And I'm sorry. I really am. I'm just so excited about all this. I'm really sorry, baby." He gave the blonde puppy eyes. "Forgive me?"
"Don't look at me like that."
Harry cracked a smile. "Why not?"
"Because I can't stay angry at you when you look at me like that."
"Good."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
"You're a silly boy, Draco." Harry told and kissed Draco's nose.
"I have to be, I'm dating a silly boy myself." He smirked.
"Aren't you funny today?" Harry mumbled closed the gap between their lips.
"Everyday, my dear, everyday."
"I've noticed." Harry whispered to his skin as he was kissing Draco's neck and snaking his hand under the blue eyed boy's long-sleeved shirt, trying to take it off. Draco refused and pushed the hands away. "Baby, why not?" The green eyed one asked, as he had asked the question before. "It's only a shirt. And you have another one beneath it."
"You know why, I've told you." Draco said, sitting on the bed once again. Harry sat next to him.
"No, you haven't. You just say 'no' and change the subject. Are you hiding something?"
Yes! "No, of course not. What could I be hiding?"
Scars? "I dunno. A tattoo?"
Draco let out a laugh. "No, no tattoo. Harry, I'm not hiding anything."
"Then take the shirt off."
"It's cold in here." He protested.
"It's freaking August, it's not cold. Babe, what are you hiding? I swear, no matter what it is, it won't change my feelings for you." Draco didn't answer. Harry sighed. "Fine. I really don't get it why you can't tell me. Maybe you just don't trust me enough, I don't know. But it's fine. You'll tell me when you want to." Draco still didn't answer. "Boys are coming soon. Practice starts." Now the blonde stood up.
"I'll go." He said as steps were heard from the stairs. "See you tomorrow?"
"I have a lot of homework." Harry whispered as Devian opened the door after a quick knock.
"Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?"
"No." Draco replied, swallowing. "Not at all." Then he left.
"Whoa. What happened here?"
"I don't wanna talk about it." Harry told and took his guitar. "Let's go."
-
Draco closed the door of his room after him and sat on the floor. Crying, he took the long-sleeved shirt off and revealed the several scars in his left arm. He did not want Harry to see these, but neither did he want to hurt him. And as long as he couldn't give him a proper excuse why he wouldn't take the shirt off, he was hurting him. Harry felt like he didn't trust him enough, Draco knew that. Maybe he didn't.
Draco reached for the small table next to his bed and took the small knife in his hand.
I'm a fucking idiot. No wonder Harry doesn't want to see me tomorrow. Lot of homework… Lot of homework, my ass! He brought the knife against his pale skin, right beneath his shoulder. He hates me. The knife cut into the flesh. He hates me. And the blood was released. He hates me…
A/N: Well? Tell me.
reviews:
doxie: I skipped it intentionally. grin: My school starts in a week. Damn. I don't want to go there. But hey, what can I do? I appreciate that you understand my non-existing lame excuses. Oui, c'est la vie. Anyway, thanks for liking and reviewing, I'll try to update more often. bloodNdarkness: I'm glad you decided to read it. I've never really thought about Devian's name... But yeah, I guess it's classy. :)