Harry Potter
Secret's Revealed
Morbid-Ice-Child
Chapter four - Untitled
Harry and Hermione began to head toward the dungeons where the Slytherin common rooms were located. They had recieved a few nasty glares from some of the 'snakes'. Hermione huffed slightly as they came to the entrance of the Slytherin common room, glaring toward it fiercely as if that would make it open. They'd forgotten to get the password, wanting to hurry off to the common room as fast as possible. Both of them glanced at each other wearily, and leaned against one of the brick walls that surrouded them on three sides, the other side opening up into a long hallway lit by torches and other such lights that would brighten the eerie hallway up slightly. Though, it didn't have it's desired effect, as it seemed to make it look even more eerie then if the torches weren't lit at all.
Harry shifted his feet slightly, blowing a strand of hair from his face that seemed to fall into it to annoy him. Hermione was getting annoying as she continued to fidget impatiently beside him. He was about to yell at her for doing it, when they both glanced in the direction of the hall where footsteps could be heard coming toward them. Hermione seemed to stop fidgeting for the moment, and her hand snaked it's way into the left pocket of her robe, holding her wand in case she needed to use it. Draco Malfoy was no where in sight, but his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle glanced at them for a moment as they arrived at the entrance of the common room. They both looked at each other, before looking back toward the ex-gryffindors who were eyeing them wearily still. Crabbe shrugged and muttered the password, "Black Snake."
Hermione caught the words, and before the two slytherins could bother to try and enter the common room first, the girl grabbed Harry's wrist, startling him slightly, before she dragged him into the common room, not really wanting to get locked out. Both of them blinked as they glanced around the common room slowly. It was lit up brightly by a chandellier (I can't spell for crap, and I don't have spell check on this computer. So, excuse my spelling. Hopefully you can get what I'm trying to say.), and seemed a lot more cozy then Hermione would've thought. Harry had already seen all of this in his second year with Ron, and continued to glance around to see if anything had changed. The walls were painted a deep emerald green, mixed with a slight silver that seemed to adorne the walls. The leather couch and two chairs were still situated within the middle of the common room, and the carpet was a deep mixture of black and green, which actually looked quite nice instead of looking putrid like it might've if the black wasn't mixed in. Harry raised his eyes from the carpet to glance around the room further, scanning the walls, and the other cabinets and desks that lined the room's walls, and sat beside the large window that looked out at the grounds and was covered with black curtains that seemed to cover it partially from view. That was strange, the common room was in the dungeons, how could he see outside? He continued to watch the window for a while, before blinking as he saw the image shift and change into a picture of the dark night sky, clouds gathering around to show an oncoming storm. He seemed to get a blank look on his face. The window was bewitched to look out at the castle grounds? Well, that was odd. And he was sure that hadn't been there when he and the weasel had come in here looking like the two goons. He almost laughed, it had been fun. Old memories as they were, though, he sort of missed the old times when he and his friends would go wandering the grounds, almost looking for trouble that seemed to follow Harry around everywhere he went. He snorted at that. It's not as if I'm not going to get into trouble this year, no matter how much I try, it just seems to follow me around like the plague, Harry thought dryly.
"Harry?" A voice said from the side, and he looked over at Hermione who was staring toward him, an eyebrow raised inquisitively, as if asking him what he was thinking about.
Harry only shook his head in answer, and walked past her, heading toward where he knew his room was located. He walked up the stairs silently, knowing that Hermione had gone to the girl's dormitories and hoped that she'd be all right. She'll be fine, Harry thought to himself, knowing he was being stupid for worrying about his sister-like figure. She was the best witch that he knew, whether pureblooded or not, she knew her spells and wouldn't let herself get bossed around by the other Slytherin girls. He smiled at that thought. They had both gotten there own rooms, which he found rather strange but didn't complain. His was at the very top floor of the common room, and he made his way all the way to the top, before stopping at a door that he knew would lead into his own private quarters. Opening the door, he slid it shut behind him and locked it, placing a silencing charm on the room afterwards so that no one would be able to hear him if he decided to turn on some music, or something of the sort. Yes, he liked muggle music, and their bands. He didn't really care all that much about whether it was muggle-made or was created by wizards/witches.
Harry let a light sigh escape his lips as he turned from the door that he finished locking, and glanced around his new room which he would be staying in for the year. A small sneer of disgust seemed to grace his lips as he saw the room decorated for a Gryffindor. Rolling his eyes, Harry reached in his robe for his wand, and with a simple flick of his wrist, he cast a changing charm on the room. The walls which were once painted with a mixture of red and gold, were now completely black, and the carpet that he now stood upon was an emerald green color. He then looked over to his bed, and cast the same charm on it, changing the bed to a king sized bed with a canopy; the curtains were black, the sheets themselves a mixture of green and silver. He smiled a bit, satisfied with the changes, and went over to his trunk which rested at the end of his bed.
Harry opened the trunk, and grabbed a CD from it's case. He grabbed the small shrunken stereo that he had placed in the case, and pointed his wand at it as he rested it on one of his dressers, "Engorgio!" The stereo grew to it's normal size, and he placed the CD inside of it, tilting his head as he moved to press the play button. Knowing it would play in a few minutes, he wandered back over to his suit case, intent on unpacking right now, so that he didn't have to worry about it at a later time. As the music blasted from the stereo at a very loud volumn, Harry only 'hmm'd', and continued to gather some of his new clothing into his arms, placing it neatly inside of his new dresser which was situated against a wall on the opposite side of his bed. He walked back and forth, still listening to the song that was playing on the stereo, before he began to sing the words to it;
"I missed you so much that I begged you to fly and see me.
You must've broke down, 'cause you finally said that you would.
But now that you're here I just feel like I'm constantly dreaming.
'Cause something's gotta go wrong, 'cause I'm feelin' way to damn good."
As Harry sung the lyrics to the song, his voice seemed to over-lap with the singer's own, making it sound extremely good. This was his favorite song, and Nickelback was his favorite muggle band. He didn't quite care that it was a muggle band just because of the fact that he wasn't exactly all that prejudice against them. Even after living with the Dursley's and their mental abuse of him throughout his entire life, he couldn't seem to despise them. Moving over to his dresser, Harry pushed the last bit of his clothing into his dresser, before going back to his trunk and pulling out the few items that he had within it, placing them either on top of the night table beside his bed, or in one of the drawers, all the while continuing to sing the song, before it switched to another.
Harry wandered over to his bed after fully un-packing, laying sprawled out across it as he stared up at the pure white ceiling. He then closed his eyes and began to sing the next song that came on, as if he knew the order of the songs off by heart from listening to them so many times already. The beginning started out in a whisper, before going into a harsher beat;
"Let the bodies hit the floor,
let the bodies hit the floor,
let the bodies hit the floor,
let the bodies hit the...
floor...
Beaten, why for?
Can't take much more...
Here we go, here we go, here we go now,
One, nothing wrong with me,
Two, nothing wrong with me,
Three nothing wrong with me,
Four, nothing wrong with me.
One, something's got to give,
Two, something's got to give,
Three, something's got to give,
Now...
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the...
Floor...
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor...
Now..!
Push me again,
This is the end,
Here we go, here we go, here we go now.
One, nothing wrong with me,
Two, nothing wrong with me,
Three, nothing wrong with me,
Four, nothing wrong with me,
One, something's got to give,
Two, something's got to give,
Three, something's got to give, now...
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the...
Floor..
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor.
Skin to skin, blood and bone,
You're all by yourself, but you're not alone,
You wanted in and now you're here,
Driven by hate, consumed by fear..."
Harry hummed a bit afterwards, yawning as the chorus was repeated several times after. He rolled onto his stomach, moving his head up to his pillows as he continued to just lay sprawled out across his mattress. The bed was extremely comfy, and just made Harry want to go to sleep even more. Though, he held it back as much as he could, but apparently that wasn't enough as his eyes began to drift shut, even though the music still pounded in his ears. It didn't bother him in the slightest, and seemed to almost lull him to sleep. Only a few minutes later his eyes slipped shut fully, his breathing became labored and he fell asleep, drifting into a peaceful slumber, only hoping that visions wouldn't cloud his mind as he slept...
I realize this is a short chapter, but I figured I should get the next one up. Give me somereviews, and it'll only fuel me to write longer chapters. Otherwise, you're gonna have to live with shorter ones. Please review! Otherwise, I might have to dis-continue this story. Although I'd hate to do it, you can read it continued on my other account, Dark-Angelic-Goddess.
P.S. The songs used in this chapter were Feelin' way to damn good by Nickelback, and Bodies by Drowning Pool.