Chapter 5

The Great Hall became silent. Professor McGonagle looked up from her parchment at Sidnay shocked at the audacity of the comment, "I…you…"she spluttered for a moment before breathing deeply and saying, "Very well…Count Dracula. Although we do not use such colorful words here Mr. Dracule to describe our students." At this Sidnay bowed slightly, "Than as a student I am at the disposal of the school." He said passively, but Harry could notice there was a tinge of bitterness in his voice. Ron's mouth was hanging limply open, his face pale white, Hermione looked…more surprised than scared, Ginny however had clutched Harry's hand, and gripped it tightly.

A girl Harry had never seen before, but who looked pale stepped up to the sorting hat, and put it on, and seconds later the Sorting hat pronounced her a Ravenclaw. However when Sid stepped forward, and placed the hat on his head, the sorting hat hesitated. Harry waited for the pronouncement everyone was expecting. Finally the sorting hat stated boldly, "Gryffindor." There was no applause from the tables. Sid stepped down, as if he were expecting such silence, and walked over to the Gryffindor table, sitting at the very end of the table away from the ret of the Gryffindor's, almost as if he were used to separation from people. Presently the Great Hall became filled with talking and laughter, the tables suddenly filled with food. As Harry ate his meal, he glanced over from time to time to Sid, who was not eating at all, his goblet and plate remained unfilled and untouched, although from time to time Harry saw him drink form his Hip flask. But really all he did was sit there staring at his guitar case and looking wistfully at it…

"Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh!
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy?
Now something must be done
…"

The second the portrait hole door opened Harry was barraged with the aggressive lyrics music. It was the first Friday of the semester, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were taking full advantage of having no classes last period of the day and were looking forward to the peace and quiet of the common room. Instead they were barraged with sound after stepping into the common room, although they found only a half dozen students sitting in there: 4 thirds years who were covering their ears and speaking loudly about quidditch, and two seventh years, working on homework, nodding their heads along with the music as they studied. Hermione looked as if some great sacrilege had been committed, "This is a place of study!" and she set off up the stairs. Harry and Ron looked at each other, before running after her; running, hopping up the steps two at a time. Hermione threw the door to the boy's dormitory, and looked around the room. Sitting in the middle of the room was Sid, his legs crossed on the floor, guitar beside him, eyes closed, while he scribbled something onto a page in front of him, and, what looked like a muggle stereo, sitting across from him. "Silencio!" Hermione said pointing her wand at the stereo whish instantly became silent. Sid looked up irritably, before his gaze softened slightly, "Oh…hello… I guess maybe the music was a little too loud…" Hermione looked venomous, "Too loud! People are trying to study down there!"

Sid laughed, "Study? The third years are talking about quidditch, and those seventh years are reading comic books!" Hermione turned red at his rebuke, "Well…its still against regulations and rules! If you do it again ill have to report you." And with this she stormed off. Harry sat down on his bed and lay down; Ron however looked at Sidnay, "What were you playing there…" Sid looked up, "A muggle band names Rage Against the Machine…"

Ron looked surprised, "Muggle…do…other muggle bands sounds like that?" Sid smiled, "Some do. There are many different kinds of them…would you like to listen to some of them?" Ron nodded his head. "OK, come with me." Picking up the stereo, Sid carried it out of the dormitory.

(Change of POV to Sidnay)

Out of the dormitory, down the stairs into the common room, where he set the stereo onto a table, ran back up to the dormitory, grabbed his large DJ Headphones, and CD case, and ran back down. He had an extensive collection of CD's, his musical tastes being very broad, ranging form early Jazz Classical and the Blues, to Grunge, Punk, and Alt Rock, and EVERYTHING in between, or at least as much as his tiny allowance would allow. Sid showed Ron how to work the simple controls, "There's a lot of music there. Have fun, and listen to whatever you want to." He gave a small wink before walking back up to the dormitories.

"Jesus…he's a machine…" Sid walked up from the common room Saturday morning, "He's been listening to that stuff since yesterday…no sleep I think…" Waking up this morning, Sid had found Ron sitting at the same desk, somewhere in the middle of the Sex Pistols "Never mind the Bollocks: Here's the Sex Pistols", and looking at the stack of CDs beside him, bed gone through much of Sid's Jazz, Blues, and 60's Rock collection and had moved into the turbulent era of the 1970's, decade of Led Zeppelin, the Punk rock Revolution: the Clash, the Sex Pistols, the Damned, Siouxie and the Banshees, Sid Vicious, et al. Ron looked rather distant, with bags under his eyes, but this wild manic gleam in his eyes nonetheless. "Its best we just leave him while he's in the zone…" With that Sid sat down and began to meditate, before the confused eyes of Dean, Seamus, and Harry.