IM CHANGING MY PEN NAME TO SIMPLESUICIDE! Gots it peeps?
All right, my suicidal friend, (who's now my boyfriend) stabilised. I just love him...hehe...he's happy once again. All good. Now I can come back and write for my beloved and furious reviewers. I feel embarrassed showing my face back here, but I had to get my life (and Brice's) back in order and besides its summer now, you'll see a lot more of me.
By the way, the chapter sucks ass, im just updating so you know im still alive. I did this in like two hours (i had a good chapter already done but my computer crashed and i lost it)
and the will still follow my own agnsty version of the sixth book, and since i found the real book six to be a disappointment until i had 200 pgs left, im not going by jks book at all, just the plot about the horcruxes or what ever they were called.
What's happened so far...
1) Harry is found by lupin during a fight
2)Neville sent a letter
3)Harry living with lupin and lucie
4)harry read her a book that was her mothers
5)by the way, that last one was on the last day of summer
holidays so harry is taking the train in this chapter.
If you still can't remember what's Happening, you can read it from here just remember harry is quite 'gothy' in appearance...so ya, just read.
/IMPORTANT/
Would you all hate me if I made this a bit of a snape thing?Not slash, just a tincy severitus? You know more understanding, maybe live with him later? If you don't like it I wont do it but I really want to...
Harry arrived at the train station half an hour early since Lupin had to bring Lucie to the privet school her mother had sent her to every year since she was four. He took a seat as close to the back as he could and lay across one of the seats once his shit was packed away in the compartment overhead. He folded his arm over his eyes to keep the bright light from burning through the back of his eyelids. He was left alone with a reeling mind, a dangerous thing for some people especially for Harry. He began thinking bitterly about all the people who had screwed him over and of how much of a fuck up he is. Supposed to save the world again. It was such a joke, the times he'd saved the world, like saving the philosopher's stone, he'd been dubbed a meddlesome brat and it had gone like that year after year after year. Now he was expected save every ones sorry hides? Maybe they needed a shaking up, what if Harry didn't want to save the world this time, then they'd be screwed. Harry smiled slightly at the thought, it would serve them right. It wasn't long before the door slid open, he looked over to see Hermione.
"Hello." he said in a friendly voice he hadn't used for months, probably before the death of Sirius, but still it wasn't as genuine as it was then.
"Harry! You're here. Iv been siting near the front for about twenty minutes I was starting to thing you were going to be late again, I had no idea where you were."
"Relax Herm, there's still ten minutes until the train leaves." he raised his eye brow at her as she was leaning uncomfortable close to his face.
"You didn't have any on your lip last time I saw you and what happend to the one you had through your nose?" she asked clearly indicating his piercing's.
"Eh, I didn't like the one in my nose so I just took it out." he said distractedly as he could see a cluster of red hair from his window, the entire Weasley family minus one Percy and the two oldest Weasley's were a little ways up the platform. Hermione leaned forward and crooked her neck so she could see what he was looking at.
"Oh!"
Harry pulled the window open and the two of them stuck there heads out of the compartment.
"Oi, Ron!"
"Hello Ron!" they called and six red heads turned there way, they waved and soon Ron and Ginny were it there compartment hanging out the window to say goodby and hello and exchange small talk.
"How have you been Harry?" and, "Glad to have you back!" and, "If you ever need a place to go again, you come strait to the Brow, do you hear me? I'll beat Dumbledor off with a broom if he tries to send you away!" and Harry was glad he was separated form her as the hug that was sure to come out of that would break his ribs. That woman's love hurts at times.
"The train leaves in two minutes!" a voice echoed off the stone walls in a distant sort of way as the hundreds of people on the platform drew the sound from the air.
"We'll see at Christmas dear." Molly stood on tippy tow to kiss her son goodby on the cheek. "And you Harry?"
"Iv got arrangements with Remus and his niece for the holidays."
"That's nice, then we'll see you next summer perhaps and you Hermione as im sure you'll be with your parents for christmas."
"Yes Ms. Weasly."
At last, with a hiss of steam the train began to move out and they pulled there heads back in the window.
"You have more piercing's than I remember." he said tuning to Harry with a frown.
"I put a few more in, but you've never seen me with more then one of them at a time anyway because of McGonagal's rule of no more then one in at school at school.
"Ah I see. Bill said I should get one through my ear like him but we never got around to getting it done." he said, "It can't hurt that much, you've got so many."
"It stings but by the sixth or seventh you don't notice it anymore." he said casually, leaning back against the seat, he was glad for the company of someone his own age for once, it had been a month since he last saw Alix and the others.
The three of them talked for a while about there summer and Harry told them about his work at The Underground and his boss Anthony who with out thought would call him in the middle of the night if he himself didn't feel like working night shift where Harry did tattoos and piercing's for the insomniac population the town. At this point Harry offered Ron if he'd let Harry do his ear for him.
"Sure, why not? You've got things you can do that with?" he had asked.
"Iv got a kit, its good for making a couple bucks here and there." at Ron's fallen look he said, "You don't have to pay, im offering it as a friend."
Hermione told about her job at the book store her grandmother owns, even Ron worked part time at his brothers joke shop (against his mothers objections of course).
"We've had a busy summer haven't we then? Look what I bought myself for my birthday!" Hermione held up her wrist and a silver chain with a angel dangled in front of her face.
"They mustiv' paid you well there." Ron said with admiration. "I couldn't afford jack shit with the five pounds for twenty four hours of shit I did this summer!"
"Ah well, it's the twins, im sure if they don't pay you in money it'll be something else."
"What do you meen?" Ron asked Hermione.
"When I went shopping for the new school books I went into there shop to say hello and we got to talking and they said that you've been doing some jobs for them, but the rest they made me promise not to tell you."
"Hmm! What are you doing?" he shot the latter at Harry who was pulling something from the backpack he had brought with him to his seat.
"Sorry?"
"I said what ar...what the heck is that?" He stared at the badly beat up and scratched CD walkman Harry was entangling from the equally shitty looking headphones.
"It's a portable music player. You just put in a disk like this," he placed his Bad Religion cd in it and let it close with a snap, "and there you go, instant kick ass Bad Religion starts playing through these things," holding up the headphones. "And there you go!" he said all this in mock sales-person-buy this!-buy this!-voice.
"It wont work at Hogwarts though, will it? And what do you mean by Bad Religion?"
"No it wont work. And wizards are still living in the stone age when it comes to music, Celtic, medieval, hand made instruments. I mean its all good but their's no genre selection, if the popular music of the weird sisters doesn't do it for ya, your screwed music wise. Unless your subject to muggle music. And there countless different kinds of musicHere listen." he held the head phones to Ron, who placed them over his ears tentatively. Harry contemplated putting the sound as loud as it could go but he didn't want Ron's first experience with electric music to be wost then it already will be. So he left the volume half way. He put track four, Broken of the Process of Belief album
Ron gave a bit of a jump as the electric guitars took the opening and lead the rhyme on until the gruff vocals of the lead.
"Whoa! This too weird!" he handed harry the headphones looking disturbed, "you call that music!"
"May I?" Hermione reached forward to take the headphones from Harry. "Turn it all the way up so we can all here." Harry did, she probably wanted to play rock critic, the lyrics went as follows...
He was a troubled child, had been down for a while always kept to himself,
Though she couldn't defend he only wanted a friend, now he's made something else
It's so sad, no one saw it coming,
The paper said that he hit the ground running
Oh yeah I know I'm not broken
A little cracked but still I'm not broken
I wanna laugh but I think that I'm choking on reality...
"Well, its not what I listen to, but its neat I guess. Im not into hard stuff like this." Hermione gave the headphones back and harry turned the sound back down.
"This isn't close to heavy, heavy is my static-x or cradle of filth. This is just plain out punk rock."
"What's the, what are? Huh?" Ron was confused.
"Those are music genres, punk is usually strait forward, drummer, a guitarist or two and a bass, normally, and it about teenage rebellion. They sing about there displeasure with there parents or government, bitter towards authorities but love to party. That's story in most punk songs."
"Good Charlotte don't sing about anarchy." Hermione stated. Harry seemed to have an internal battle with himself for a few moments before saying, "yeah but Hermione, they were labeled a punk band because MTV got away with it. Its pop punk if that, its just two light."
"Not true, have you seen what they look like? They dress like you do!" she pointed down at his feet, "your wearing Benji's shoes!"
"No, im wearing converse, they were around before him probably. Listen to a punk band like Bad Religion or Authority Zero and tell me if Good Charlotte is still punk." Harry was beginning to tire of this conversation. So he pulled his head phones over his ears and put it to the first song and prepared to let it play through.
He closed his eyes while Hermione sat curled up with a book. Ron had taken out a chess board and was figuring out new strategies to humiliate Harry by beating him with in four moves. When Harry next opened his eyes he noticed the scenery was no longer flying past as the train slowed.
"Oh now what?" Harry said annoyed. They had stopped for no reason it seemed for now and Harry was hoping beyond hope that the train merely broke down. The driver's voice rang magically through the train.
/We ask that all students return to there compartments right away as the windows and doors will be loc... / the voice broke off mid word echoed in Harry's ears.
"What's going on?" Ron
had his nose pressed against the window trying to see what was happening. All compartments opposite theirs, with windows facing the other side of the train, broke out into gasps and cries of 'Death Eaters! Lots of them!' were yelled.
"There on the other side." Hermione said unnecessarily.
"Fuck! God Damn that stupid fucking bastard...!"
"Calm down! Jeez, swearing at someone who can't hear yo...look!" Hermione stopped and pointed out the window with a sudden grin. Harry and Ron looked around and saw several Hogwart's Teachers and a large number of who they guessed were aurors were gathered, wands out and, in the forest talking and pointing. Several nodded and three groups formed. Two of them stalked silently out of sight to the front and back and the last group, lead by Dumbledor decided to go over the train.
"Oh my! Listen to it out there!" Hermione said getting her wand from the bottom of her purse. Ron was still at the window, trying to see if any of the fight had gotten to there side of the train yet. Harry on the other side was laying back on his seat with his headphones turned up all the way, his eyes closed. It was mere minutes latter when his scar burned and his vision was brought down the train to where he saw, or in visioned, four death eaters climbing in to an empty compartment from the broken window.
His eyes snapped open and he ripped his headphones off. Siting still, wide eyed, at the space before him.
"Harry what's the matter?"
"Their in the train." he said quietly steading his wand towards the door as he could here foot steps on the other side.
It opened...
Stupid, stupid, STUPID! Iv got an angsty chappy coming up next it'll blow the rest of the story away. I know this had nothing to do the with plot and i don't think i should have put it but what ever.
I update for the first time in months and I leave you with a cliffy, im am a bitch, but at least you'll still get a chapter in under a month, ok in about three or so days a soon as iv finished the 6th book!
HAPPY HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BOOLD PRINCE RELEASE! YEAH! YOUR ALL INVITED TO A PARTY!
By the way, iv been a thinking, if I seem to be going to long with out updating e-mail me (jackbobsympatico.ca) And ask if you, yes you, could write the next chapter. If im not writing someone else can replace me for a chapter or so. I would like to hire a someone.
Ok now im going to upload this and check my reviews (i haven't done that in a LOOOOONG time, im scared im going to fine nasty things...)
Oh and I did it! I finally managed to put pics of me on the internet, retarded ones (my bro took them when we were home alone and raiding the fridge of all sugar filled beverages) but you can see my socks! My socks rock my socks off! Its at my new account, heres the thingy where you can see them...
