Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. It is property of J.K Rowling. Except the songs. Can you Feel the Love Tonight is by Sir Elton John and all the other songs are by the all might red neck country singer Toby Keith.
Addy couldn't sleep. She had been up for hours just sitting thinking. She could tell James that she was fine with stealing this money. She could lie it off that she didn't have a conscious, but she couldn't lie to herself. And right now, she hated herself. She hated herself for everything. She hated herself for being a thief and liar. Outside a bell chimed three times. Addy got up out of bed and crept down the stairs for some water. As she approached the kitchen she heard voices. One she identified right away as that of Mrs. Crouch. The other however, was a mystery. It was male, coarse and hard.
"No, that's final, if your not willing to pay the 200 galleons up front, we are not performing!" he said slamming the door behind him.
The next sound was foreign to Addy. Mrs. Crouch sunk down into her chair and began to cry. Tears filled her eyes. Addy walked over to her, unsure of what she should do. She put her arm around Mrs. Crouch.
"It's ok, Mrs. Crouch. What's the matter?" she asked.
"Oh, Addy, it's you. The band, they dropped out! I've never had to pay for a band before!"
"What for?" Addy asked.
"Every year, the Malfoy's hold a charity ball for the orphanage. That's where we get over 45 of our funds! How can we survive with out it!" she sputtered out before going back into hysterics.
"I can sing," Addy suggested.
"Don't be silly you're much to young, what are you now 8?"
"Mrs. Crouch, I'm almost eleven!"
"Well, can you sing?" she asked looking Addy in the eye.
"Yes," said Addy, not only trying to make Mrs. Crouch believe her but herself as well.
"Well then, you have a job," she said smiling
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April 26th. That was the day of the Charity ball. Addy was in her room surrounded by fellow orphans Jennifer, Megan, and Hestia.
"No, that's too plain!" Hestia complained looking at the outfit that Jennifer and Megan were picking out for Addy.
"Is my opinion completely useless! I don't care about clothes!" Addy said loudly as she tried to push her way into the circle the three girls had made around her outfit as they argued over what Addy was going to wear.
"But that's the best we have!" protested Megan.
"Ooh! Maybe we could layer this shirt over this one to give it a more royal appeal!" said Hestia.
"I still think she should be in purple! Purple is a royal color! I read about it in all my books!" said Jennifer.
"But Addy doesn't look good in purple! Blue is more her color!" Megan said.
"Girls!" said Mrs. Crouch walking into the room; "I have a surprise for our lady of the hour!"
The three girls squealed and Addy rolled her eyes walking over to Mrs. Crouch and sitting on the bed next to her. Mrs. Crouch opened up a box to show a dress.
The dress was white on the top portion with little embroidery of gold. The skirt of the dress was deep red with a hem of white. It was sleeveless and went all the way to the floor.
Addy just stood there, holding the dress open mouthed.
"Well, go get it on," Mrs. Crouch snapped, "The ball in two hours and we have to be there early. Girls," she added turning to Megan, Jennifer, and Hestia, "I'm entrusting you to her hair and make-up. Living with her since she was three, I have come to realize that Addy here has no talent when it comes to personal hygiene."
Addy chuckled to herself as she put the dress over her head. It fit perfectly. She turned to look in the mirror before being grabbed by Jennifer.
"Oh no you don't. You can't look into that mirror until we are done with you," she said as she sat Addy down on the bed.
For the next forty-five minutes Addy had to endure her friends as they made her up perfect. They applied red lipstick and a gold glitter eye shadow.
"Where did you get that?" Addy asked looking at their never-ending pile of make-up and hair products.
"Ask no questions and I'll tell no lies," Megan said putting her finger to her lips. It was unspoken but well known through out the orphanage that stealing was just another part of life.
Finally the girls were done and Addy was able to go look at her reflection. Her hair was crimped and the top layer was pulled back. A layer of gold glitter shimmered above her eyes, and her small lips were a deep red from the make-up. Her previously freckled face was clear of all blemishes after the mountain of cover-up the girls had applied to it. But something wasn't right. Addy looked into the mirror and felt like she wasn't seeing herself.
"Oh Addy! You look so beautiful!" said Hestia giving her friend a hug around the middle.
"Hestia!" scolded Megan "You'll wrinkle the dress!"
"Goodbye!" said Jennifer, "You'll tell us about it when you get back right?"
"Of coarse," Addy assured them, stealing one last glance at the stranger in the mirror before walking out the room and down the steps into the kitchen.
"Oh, you look so pretty!" Mrs. Crouch said, "Now come, hurry, we need to go."
Mrs. Crouch walked up to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of powder, stood in the fireplace and yelled "Malfoy Manor" before disappearing in a flash.
Addy's eyes widened. She had never traveled by floo powder before and had no idea how to do it. Copying what she had seen Mrs. Crouch do, she grabbed a handful of powder and eyed the fire suspiciously. Here goes nothing she thought stepping into the fire.
Surprisingly, it didn't burn, rather it felt cool, almost pleasant, except for the ash choking her. She through the powder on to the floor and yelled "Malfoy Manor!"
Suddenly, she felt herself spinning quickly. She had thought the carts at gringotts were sickening, that was nothing compared to this. Finally she felt herself hit the ground.
She looked around her. She was in a large house of some sort. It had a high ceiling and a winding staircase. On the top of the staircase was a boy about her age.
He eyed her suspiciously, and flirtatiously as he descended the stairwell.
"Do you have a name Miss?" he asked as he put his foot down on the last stair.
"Addison Mae. And yours?" she said coolly.
"Malfoy, Lucious Malfoy. Mae? I've never heard that last name before, are you from around here? Who from your family is coming, perhaps you have a cousin that I would recall?" he said shaking her hand.
"I'm not here for the party, I'm the singer," she said as though it should have been obvious.
"Oh" said Malfoy, withdrawing his hand quickly and holding it in his other as if he was attempting to rid it of infectious germs, "the orphan."
"Yes," she said, "the orphan." Addy suddenly found herself disliking this boy very much. "Now if you could just point me towards the stage I will be on my way."
Malfoy pointed towards the ballroom and Addy left him without looking back.
Addy walked onto the stage and started setting up. Around 6:30 people started piling in. Addy sat backstage, chancing a peak around the curtain every so often to see how many people were there. At seven, dinner was served. Addy sat backstage, her stomach started to grumble so she went over to the buffet. She picked up a roll and began to eat it, when a spitball hit the side of her head.
"Sorry," came a voice from behind her. She turned around to find herself face to face with James Potter.
"What are you doing here?" she asked
"Me?" he said "I go to all the charity balls, my parents drag me along! What are you doing here?"
"I'm singing!"
"Really?" he asked, "That's awesome! Can I sing too?"
"No, well, I mean, I guess so, you can do a duet, just please take this seriously for my sake!"
"Did I hear someone say Sirius-ly?" said a boy with black hair popping up from the other side of the buffet table. He was strangely familiar to Addy.
"Yes, why?" asked Addy raising her eyebrow.
"Cuz, I'm Sirius Black! Sirius! Get it Sirius-ly?"
Addy rolled her eyes and walked back onto the stage.
"Just drop it," James said looking at the other boys hurt expression.
"Testing, testing," said Addy diverting everyone's attention to the top of the stage. "Hello, I'm Addy Mae and I'll be your entertainer tonight," Addy started wondering if she sounded as stupid to all the people as she did inside her head. "So for tonight's first dance, could I have Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy come onto the dance floor? Now, as a special thanks from me to them this dance is dedicated to them for their generosity to our cause."
Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy came out onto the dance floor and Addy started her first song.
There's a calm surrender
To the rush of day
When the heat of the rolling world
Can be turned away
An enchanted moment
And it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior
Just to be with you
(Chorus)
And can you feel the love tonight?
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far
And can you feel the love tonight
How it's laid to rest?
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best
There's a time for everyone
If they only learn
That the twisting kaleidoscope
Moves us all in turn
There's a rhyme and reason
To the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager
Beats in time with yours
(Chorus)
And can you feel the love tonight?
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far
And can you feel the love tonight
How it's laid to rest?
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best
The room burst into applause. Addy smiled.
"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy and everyone else. The orphanage truly appreciates your donations."
Addy started up the next song. As she was singing she noticed the boy with the lame, Sirius, coming closer.
I bet you've never heard ole Marshall Dillon say
Miss Kitty have you ever thought of running away
Settling down will you marry me
If I asked you twice and begged you pretty please
She'd of said Yes in a New York minute
They never tied the knot
His heart wasn't in it
Stole a kiss as he road away
He never hung his hat up at Kitty's place
Suddenly, the black haired boy, Sirius, jumped up and began to sing along.
(N/A it's bolded when it's Sirius singing and slanted when they are both singing)
I should've been a Cowboy
I should've learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding my pony on a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
I should've been a cowboy
I might of had a side kick with a funny name
Running wild through the hills chasing Jesse James
Ending up on the brink of danger
Riding shotgun for the Texas Rangers
Go west young man, haven't you been told
California's full of whisky, women and gold
Sleeping out all night beneath the desert stars
Dream in my eye and a prayer in my heart
I should've been a Cowboy
I should've learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding my pony on a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
I should've been a cowboy
I should've been a Cowboy
I should've learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding my pony on a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
I should've been a cowboy
I should have been a cowboy
Yeah I should have been a cowboy.
Sirius and Addy took a bow, laughing and smiling. By now, the whole hall had started to dance along. James ran up onto the stage.
"Not fair! Why does he get to sing! I'm singing too!" he said, grabbing the mike.
"Fine!" said Addy.
(N/A: Alright normal is James, slanted is Addy, bolded is Sirius and bolded and slanted is All)
We talk about your work how your boss is a jerk
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts
We talk about the troubles you've been having with your brother
About your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover
We talk about your friends and the places that you've been
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose
And God knows we're gonna talk about your clothes
You know talking about you makes me smile
But every once in awhile
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me
We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes
your high school team and your moisturizer creme
We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana
We talk about your grandma down in Alabama
We talk about your guys of every shape and size
The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize
We talk about your heart, about your brains and your smarts
And your medical charts and when you start
You know talking about you makes me grin
But every now and then
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me
Youyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyou
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you, you, you, you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me
Oh me!
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Addy walked up to her bedroom. Her feet ached from standing and singing all night. It was well past two in the morning and she was ready to fall in bed and crash. She and James had decided not to meet the next morning seeing as both of them wanted to sleep in. Sleep, however, was a blessing Addy was not going to be awarded with. As soon as she walked in she was bombarded with a thousand questions about the ball. It seemed as if all the girls had not slept waiting for her return. Addy sat on her cot and answered all the questions to the best of her ability. The sun was already up by the time Addy placed her head on her pillow and fell into a deep slumber.
N/A: this chapter is over! Yay! I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes but I'm on a laptop outside the terrace at my hotel in Mexico that I'm staying at while studying literature and a bunch of other stuff at the collage. Anyway, I am just popping this note to Joey, who helped me write this chapter (Just imagine a fifteen and a fourteen year old outside in a terrace in Mexico jumping up and down singing American songs on the top of their lungs and pausing every once and a while to type something. Also while getting yelled at by their fellow dorm mates.)