Disclaimer: I don't own any characters- or anything else you recognize from the books- of Harry Potter. They belong to J.K. Rowling. But to express my devotion… a song fic to the tune of Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson! Which, coincidentally, I don't own either!
Here's the thing
He started with Dursleys
It was cruel but it was all-pretend
Yeah, yeah. The Boy who Lived.
He scrubbed the floors and was treated badly
Wasn't long till he met a Bradley
Yeah, yeah. They Boy Who Lived
And all Aunt Petunia would ever say
Is that his parents died of a car crash
That's all you'd ever hear her say
The Boy Who Lived!
Went to Hogwarts and learned some tricks!
The Boy Who lived! Yeah, yeah!
Thanks to Ron
And Hermione
He isn't so bullied
The Boy Who Lived
How can I put it?
He faced great dangers
Defeated Voldemort five times
Yeah, yeah. The Boy Who Lived.
But now after his sixth year
He just wants to have Dumbledore!
To help him defeat the Horcuxes!
The Boy Who Lived!
Learned about Voldemort's past!
The Boy who lived! Yeah, yeah!
Thanks to Dumbledore
And the Penseive
He knows what to do!
The Boy Who Lived
He had some family-ish people
They're dead now, except the Weasleys
Destruction, by Voldemort!
Again and again and again and AGAIN!
Doo-doo doo doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
(and so on with guitars)
The Boy Who Lived!
(The Boy Who Lived)
Must defeat the Dark Lord for once and all!
The Boy Who Lived! Yeah, yeah!
Thanks to him!
(Thank to Him!)
Everyone!
Will fin'lly be safe!
Defeat Dark Lord for Once and all!
The Boy Who Lived! Yeah, yeah!
Thanks to Him!
(Thanks to him)
Everyone!
(Everyone)
You should know!
(You should know!)
Of his name!
He will defeat Dark Lord….
The Boy Who Lived!
The Boy Who Lived!
The Boy Who Lived!
Now wasn't that refreshing? Ah. I love writing song-fics! You should read Silvver Phoenix's; they are so funny! Well… read the actual story too!
Now I actually will write the chapter. NO, I won't. I have to warn you: Harry will be very out of character in this chapter. I'm so sorry, but I had to do it. Please don't kill me!
Ginny decided that maybe the way to go with Harry was to be natural, free, and flowing. Maybe not so free that certain parts of her were up and bobbing about, free of their confines, but very flowing. Besides, she wouldn't have time to wriggle out of the unnamed undergarment before her next class. Plus, that was way to natural. She could have some traumatizing memories if she did that! She would be scarred for life…
"Hi Ginny." Great. He was here again! Ginny turned around, smiled very loosely, and made a sign with her fingers that she had seen one of the girls in her year do. It was just holding up two fingers, but it had seemed cool and relaxed to Ginny. Harry looked puzzled.
"Peace?" he asked, suppressing a smile. Piffle! He knew what it meant! Ginny didn't even know what it meant! She gave a strained smile and pretended to laugh it off. How could he know what it meant?
"So… we never finished our conversation." Ginny steeled herself; under no circumstances would she talk to him. No matter how cute he looked, no matter how much he laughed, no matter how much he did anything, she would not speak one single word.
"Even though it was rather one sided." Harry smiled at the rather odd look on Ginny's face. She looked like she was lost staring at the wall.
"Are you okay?" Ginny jerked out of her trance. Perhaps she had been concentrating too much on not talking. Not a good sign.
She smiled reassuringly- reassuring him that she was not, as everyone thought, crazy. It was just a rumor. That, hopefully, not many people had heard.
"So how long?" Harry demanded. Ginny smiled seductively, and then abandoned it when she remembered that she was being natural. It was so confusing to remembering how to flirt! There was being overly revealing, being conservative, being extremely girly, being a tom-boy, being natural, being semi-girly/semi-tom-boy, and so many others! At least, that was what Lavender and Parvati said. Not that Ginny talked to Lavender much; she had been so rude to Hermione.
Ginny made the motion to hold some fingers up. She stopped, though. It might have counted as communication. She didn't know how smart the charm was.
"Will you please tell me?" Harry pleaded. Ginny shook her head towards the end of the corridor. Her classes were almost over and this was a free period for Harry.
"Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?"
Still no answer. He was being so annoying! It was hard for Ginny not to just yell at him. She had to get to her class. It was close though.
"Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?" Harry continued on until they had reached the classroom. Ginny felt a light buzzing in her head that seemed to be whispering, "Shut him up."
I know, she told the buzzing. But then my heart will turn a different color!
Harry took a huge breath. Ginny did an imaginary victory dance in her head. It would have been awfully embarrassing to have actually done one; she wasn't very good at victory dances. They always seemed to end with her getting carried away.
"Pleeeeeeaaaase?" Harry begged on one long, drawn-out, obnoxious, infuriating, irritating, annoying, exasperating note.
Before she had time to think it through logically, her mouth carried out her emotions.
"Harry, SHUT UP!" Ginny yelled. Her heart immediately turned fuchsia. Harry stared at her openly, shocked at her actions. He hadn't really meant for him to yell at her, not yet, at least. He would have preferred a more private place, like the Common Room. This hall was filling up with students dragging their feet to class.
"Oh, damn." Ginny whispered.