WARNINGS: This story will be eventual Harry/Draco slash, which means that they will have a relationship. If you are in any way homophobic, I suggest you leave now and don't flame me. Other warnings include child abuse, rape, swearing, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, and sexual content. You have been warned.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry and Co…JK Rowling does, whom I love now even more because HP 6 is coming out July 16th! Songs throughout this story belong to various artists and myself. I'll tell you when we get there. Oh…the plot belongs to me. The song is Fall to Pieces by Velvet Revolver and Pity by Drowning Pool
Chapter 2: A Way to Escape
Last time on Wrong Turn:
"I would like to introduce us all before I continue. On bass is Zeke!"
The crowed erupted in cheers.
"On drums is my best friend Bob!"
Again with the applause.
"On keyboard and rapping is Dashiell!"
Clap, clap!
"On guitar is December!"
This brought on MANY cheers, more so than for the other members of the band. That was probably because he looked and played so much like his idol: Slash.
"And then there is me: Harry Potter."
"The next song," Harry said while taking off his shirt.
His body was something to drool over. He was skinny but certainly not scrawny. His perfect tanned skin was sculpted into a skinny yet very well defined and toned body with flat washboard abs, chiseled pecks, and perfect small biceps. If you were close enough you would see the lion tattoo on his right bicep. Around the lions neck was a snake, which at first glance looks as though is strangling the lion. But if you took a closer look at the tattoo you would realize the snake was laying peacefully around the lion's neck, as though they were best friends.
Peeking out of the left side of Harry's pants was something round and golden, tattooed on his left hipbone. His low slinging pants hung around hipbones, which were well defined, shaped by his muscles. If you knew what you were looking for you would know you were seeing a golden snitch.
He continued,
"Was written by one of our favorite bands. It's called Velvet Revolver and is made up of some of the best musicians ever. The song was thought to be written by the lead singer, who used to sing for Stone Temple Pilots, Scott Weiland.
"But, a fact that was just discovered, is that it was written by Slash a couple years ago. For those of you who have no idea who Slash is, he is one of the best guitarist to ever live. He used to be in Guns 'N Roses before they broke up. Without further ado, this is Fall to Pieces."
"Its been a long year/since you've been gone/I've been alone here/I've grown old/I fall to pieces/I'm falling/fell to pieces/and I'm still falling/every time I'm falling down/all alone I fall to pieces."
Harry walked to the edge of the stage and sat down, legs hanging over the edge. He set his elbows on his knees, holding the microphone to his mouth.
"I keep a journal/of memories/I'm feeling lonely/I can't breathe/I fall to pieces/I'm falling/fell to pieces/and I'm still falling/every time I'm falling down/all alone I fall to pieces/every time I'm falling down/all alone I fall to pieces/every time I'm falling down/all alone I fall to pieces."
Harry stood and squeezed his eyes shut, willing the memories to go away. Even though he may look strong, his will power was beginning to wear thin. After all the years of death, destruction, and loneliness were beginning to catch up to him. Again he put his head back, letting his hand holding to microphone follow. The other hand he tangled in his hair, which was slightly wet with sweat. Those lights were hot.
"All the years I've tried/with more to go/will the memories die/I'm waiting/will I find you/can I find you/we're falling down/I'm falling."
Here Zeke had his solo, which sounded almost as good as his idol Slash.Zeke's playing style was also similar to Slash's: hunching over to play, curly black locks falling into his face. Sometimes his hair would get tangled in his nose ring, another trait he carries that is similar to Slash.
"Every time I'm falling down/all alone I fall to pieces/every time I'm falling down/all alone I fall to pieces/every time I'm falling down/all alone I fall to pieces/every time I'm falling down/all alone I fall to pieces."
As the music stoped the crowed burst into applause. Harry again placed the microphone on the stand, brushing a handful of hair that got loose from his face, wiping a few beads of sweat off of his forehead. Taking a deep breath he spoke into the microphone to all of his adoring fans,
"That was a little different than most of our music, a little slower, but has great meaning. Zeke here wouldn't let us go without doing it, and when I listened to it I loved it. THANK YOU FOR COMING TONIGHT!"
Harry threw his arms up in triumph, grinning madly. It was time to get crazy. He picked up the guitar and put the strap around him. As he struck a few chords the fans went nuts. Everybody loved a musician, even if they couldn't do anything. Harry could play a single chord and people would crowd around him just because he owned a guitar.
Now, Harry was a fantastic musician, having practiced every day in the summer for the past two years. Every day Harry would go to Bob's house and practice after dinner for hours. He loved singing and playing the guitar, whether it was electric or acoustic. Playing and performing was his escape, his way of getting away from all the shit in the world.
"This song is our normal type of music. The song is called Pity and it took me a while to write it. I was going to play guitar, but I think I'll let Zeke handle that."
With this said Harry set his guitar back on the stand and went up to the microphone once again,
"My life/served on a plate/for all of you to eat/take my/love and hate/BUT WHAT IS THIS ISNIDE OF ME/PITY ME/PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME/PITY ME/PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME/Under everything/is something that you can't see/I can't even believe/THAT SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME/PITY ME/PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME/PITY ME/PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME/THEY SWEAR THAT ALL OF THIS IS REAL/BUT SOMETIMES I CANT SEEM TO FEEL/NOTHING EVER SATISFIES/ONE DAY I WILL REALIZE.
"Am I really scared/of something that I don't know/do you/even care/WHAT IS REALLY WRONG/PITY ME/PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME/PITY ME/PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME/DON'T UPI PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME/SWEAR THAT ALL OF THIS IS REAL/SOMETIMES I CAN'T SEEM TO FEEL/NOTHING EVERSATISFIES/ONE DAY I WILL REALIZE/DON'T YOU PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME/DON'T YOU PITY ME!/DON'T YOU PITY ME!/DON'T YOU PITY ME!/DON'T YOU PITY ME!"
When Harry stopped he leaned forward just enough so his mouth was pressed firmly on the microphone, his heavy breathing very easy to hear as it was amplified for all to hear. He was grinning ear to ear, feeling very lucky at that exact moment. He hated his fame…because he didn't do anything to be famous for. But this…this was something he loved and practiced hard for, and his fame (the little he had) was hard earned.
"Hey, Sev," Asked the blonde after he was over the shock of seeing Harry Potter on stage with piercings and tattoos.
"Yeah?" Severus asked, looking at the blonde.
"That is Potter, right? Harry Potter? The-boy-who-lived, Potter?"
"Yes, Draco, I believe it is."
"Wow…he's…um…changed."
"So have you," The potions master pointed out.
"Well, yeah, but I only didn't want to be a Death Eater, I didn't change. I have never wanted to follow Voldemort, so really I didn't truly change. But Potter," Draco said, looking up at Harry taking a swig of water and talking quickly to his band,
"He's gotten...sexy. What happened to him?"
"It would seem, Draco," Severus said, slightly annoyed with Draco for checking out a Potter,
"That he has finally rebelled against the Golden Boy image everyone put upon him."
Draco looked to the stage but a pair of emerald green eyes met his. There was shock in Harry's large orbs and Draco looked to Severus.
"I think he knows we're here," Said Draco, looking back to the stage and seeing Harry picking up his guitar once again.
"I had a friend once who got into drugs with me. We both got deep into it, taking every drug we could find, never finding out if it was safe or the right dosage. Doing the drugs soon came as not a release but a problem, something to do when board. Acid is a fickle thing, something to be taken very seriously. Well, this friend of mine had the acid in the form of pills, and the dealer he got them from said to take only half a pill. Sadly, he took the whole thing. It fucked him up.
"The damn drug did so much bloody damage to his brain the he didn't know who he was. He kept saying that spiders were crawling around his stomach. (1) After he was released from the hospital he was kept at home, a nurse watching him 24/7 and I could no longer see him.
"After that I vowed I would never do drugs or drink again. And I didn't for a very long time. Then something happened and I wanted…no…needed something. So now I only do it when I am under very immense stress. I haven't done anything in a little less than a month."
This was met by applause from people who knew how hard it was to quit anything. And more from those who had gone through similar situations, which was many.
" I remember afterwards people kept telling me the same thing wouldn't happen to me. One of my other friends got pregnant and didn't even remember having sex or who with. I want to stop…"
Harry sighed,
"This song is called Smack."
TBC…
A/N: That's chapter two, hope you liked. Please review, thank you! I love you all.
1) I got this from That was Then, This is Now by SE Hinton.