The Scene Kid
Chapter 4
Drowning Anguish
Harry sat at the breakfast table, tugging eagerly at the small black envelope in his hands. It had been dropped moments ago by Hedwig, and it was from Mrs. Figg. That meant it was from the band.
He had told his new friends that only letters from certain addresses were allowed at St. Brutus's. He had told them that if they wanted to send him a letter they should leave it with Mrs. Figg. In turn, he had told Mrs. Figg to send him any letters from the band to Hogwarts by owl.
He ripped it open and reached inside for the small sheet of paper. He recognized Wednesday's handwriting, and began to read.
Dear Harry,
We gave the letter to that old crone Figg, like you instructed. We hope this reaches you.
Things have been OK since you left. It sucks because without a guitarist we can't really practice. Raven has been working on a new song. Tentatively titled Drowning Anguish, you'll find the lyrics and music enclosed.
Well, see you soon, hope the people at you're juvenile delinquent school are treating you well. Keep practicing that guitar.
Sincerely,
Fetal Coil
"So, what did they say?" asked Ron.
"Oh, a bunch of stuff," Harry answered. They were silent for a while; the only noise was the occasional clinking of silver wear on plates.
"So, aren't you going to read it too us?" said Ron.
"Why should I? It's personal. I don't read your mail, so why should I let you read mine." Harry replied angrily.
"Sorry," said Ron. "You just usually read us your letters, that's all."
"Harry," said Hermione, breaking the tension. "This morning you said you had something to show us."
Harry's heart soared for a moment. In the excitement he had forgotten about his new resolution, trying to introduce his two wayward friends to some actual music.
"Oh, Yeah, Here it is." Harry took out his black ipod mini, from his school robes.
"What's that?" said Ron.
"It's an ipod," explained Hermione. "Muggles use them to store and play music."
"Yeah, the band got it for me for my birthday. They thought I needed one." He decided not to add that it was a thousand times better than anything Ron or Hermione had gotten him.
He was so sick of chocolate frogs by now. Sure, it was amusing at first. But then it got dull, and the Frogs had a tendency to leaving sticky messes on hot days after they jumped out of the packaging. Besides, the chocolate was so low quality. He no longer really liked milk chocolate. He only ate dark, finding that sweet things were just a distraction from life's bitterness.
He took pleasure in life's bitterness.
"I want you guys to hear some music," He said. "This stuff is some of my favorites." He selected Nine Inch Nails Closer, and handed it to Ron.
Ron listened about long enough to get to the chorus, before saying," Eww… This is gross."
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It was three O'clock in the afternoon, and Harry had come to a conclusion. Operation Rebel was definitely not going well. He had been trying for aover amonth now, and it just wasn't working. Harry just didn't understand. He had shown them everything from The Cure to his dearly beloved NIN. He had tried to entice them with the entire contents of his ipod. But the songs that were like siren's music to his ears did nothing for his friends. Nothing. It was hopeless.
He was out of ideas.
It's Ok, surely you like something other than music, he thought. He contemplated for a moment, absent mindedly picking at a black-painted fingernail.
It hit him, Movies. He loved movies.
But how are you gonna play the movie? He asked himself. Well you are a Wizard. Can't you magic up some sort of substitute for a TV? What about the Muggle Studies classroom. They had a TV set, and he had a copy of Edward Scissor Hands. Somehow in his haste to pack it had gotten in his trunk, jammed in between his large collection of CD's. It was perfect.
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"So, what do you think?" Harry asked anxiously, as the screen darkened and the credits began to fall.
"I didn't really get it," said Hermione.
"What is there not to get?" asked Harry, beginning to loose his patience. He had tried his best to find a way to reconnect with his friends, but this was too much. Didn't they like anything?
"They're a pair of star crossed lovers, doomed to be separated forever. It's like Romeo and Juliet, only cooler." Harry said.
"Romeo and Juliet, is that another one of your weird bands?" asked Ron.
"They're separated because he had scissors for hands?" Hermione continued, ignoring Ron's ignorant remark. "That's no reason to be divided forever."
"Besides," Ron said. "Wasn't he like, a robot? How could he love her, if he was made of metal?"
Harry groaned, as they started the long walk back to Gryffindor tower.
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Harry sat up in bed, deep in thought.
He had decided that Operation Rebel was really not doing its job. His movie idea had been a disaster.
He got up and looked out the window, observing the dark, cloudy sky. It was just like his life, black and cold.
He started to make his ways back to his bed, but paused, noticing the black envelope from that seemingly bright morningweeks ago. It was lying on the floor in a heap of black clothes that had erupted from his trunk.
He suddenly remembered the contents of the letter, and how it had spoken of that new song. It had said the lyrics were enclosed.
He reached into the envelope, a familiar feeling of euphoria running through him. He pulled out the first letter, and then reached inside again, and his hand closed around a second piece of paper. This one a light grey in color. He turned on a small bedside light and read.
drowning anguish
i'm bring up the knife
with intent to end my life
there's too much pain
it's driving me insane
the anguish
the pain
i wish I were insane
because everything is dark
there's no light to be found
everything's so dark
no light
the anguish
the pain
i wish I were insane
i'm drowning
leave me be
let me drown
the anguish
the pain
now I'm going insane
Harry felt he could here the music in his head, slowly lulling him to sleep.
A/N
Well, here it is. Thankfully is didn't take me as long as I thought is would. Yes, the song is supposed to be bad, and yes, I wrote it myself, and yes, It's supposed to have no capitals (It seems to be a new fad ingoth music lyrics,and poems).
Ok, so I've decided to try responding to my reviews.I believe that my lovely reviewers deserve as much. So here goes.
Aussie Trebs- Thanks for reviewing, I always wondered why Harry never got sick of being compared to his parents.
Anna B. The Greek- Yay! I like the Spice Girls too. We can like them together. It also seems I've managed to pull together a chapter without too much delay.
ERMonkey Burner of Cookies- I HAVE UPDATED. And Yes, Gwen Stefani bugs me too. You can probably tell what the author's personal opinion of Creed is…
Winona Corinne- Wow, perfect punctuation and grammar. May I say that again? PERFECT PUNCTUATION AND GRAMMAR. Did you hear that world? I have PERFECT PUNCTUATION AND GRAMMAR! Thank You! You have no idea what this means to me.
Nemi Jade- Wow, my taste is pretty much like Harry's too, what a coincidence. Wait, I wrote this didn't I. So, you say this is like you're life do you? You must have a pretty messed up life.
Servicelight- Thanks for reviewing, I'm glad you liked it. Hope you enjoy this one as much.