A/n- ok I'm sorry that it took me so long to get this out so I decided to make it extra long. I'm going to try and update as much as possible before school starts.
At 2:28pm Harry was the last member of Black Tears to wake up after their long night. He trudged into the kitchen, wincing at the bright light. He sat at the nearly empty table.
Draco and Blaise were probably already at work. Their shift started at noon, which was wonderful for Draco and Blaise who definitely weren't morning people. They worked at the local muggle and wizarding punk and goth store, Darkside.
Harry was munching on toast, thanking the gods that he didn't have to work today, when Cho walked in, who also had the day off. They both worked at the same muggle store, In the Goddess's Arms. They had chosen it as a joke. It was a store for witches of the wiccan religion.
Harry paused his actions when he noticed the anxious look on Cho's face. " Cho… what's wrong?"
It was when Cho began to fumble with the newspaper in her hands that Harry noticed that she was holding the days Daily Prophet.
"Harry… Someone at St. Mungos leaked about you… and I'm sorry. We should have forced the healers to take an unbreakable vow…"
Harry had paled and he could feel his body go cold. He held out his hand and Cho reluctantly handed over the paper to Harry's trembling hands.
The Savior of the Wizarding World NOT Dead!
Harry Potter was thought to have died in the War against he-who-must-not-be-named, until a secret source revealed to us that Harry was seen at St. Mungos after he fainted. Further questioning has revealed that he was released and is well. Colin Creevy, a fellow reporter, investigated to see what our Savior has been up to after the war. Several hours of work revealed that, with several Glamour Spells, Harry is thought to be the charismatic lead singer and guitarist of Black Tears who had claimed his name was Sirius Nichols…….
Harry dropped the paper, his heart pounding. They had discovered his new life. Sometime before the war after Ron and Hermione had deserted him he decided that after the war he didn't want to be know as the Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived, or The Savior….
At this point in his life he was so sick of being called The Savior of The Chosen One he would have gladly gone back to being called a nutcase, or as Blaise put it the Chosen Nutcase Who Lived.
Harry had decided that he would fake his death and start over anew. When the War was over and the few remaining people stood on the wrecked battlefield Harry secretly drank a potion.
The potion was Dormir and was used to put people into a deep sleep that gave the appearance of death. Draco had reluctantly made it after Blaise and Harry spent hours searching through textbooks for the potion. Only Blaise, Draco, and Cho had known he was going to take it.
Hermione had been nearby and spotted the potion bottle and she recognized the potion from the little bit Harry didn't manage to finish before the potion took its affect.
The potion would last for 12 hours and Blaise, Draco, and Cho had asked the Ministry of Magic for permission to perform a private funeral. They had reluctantly agreed.
Needless to say that the coffin that was supposed to be his was buried empty.
Ever since then he had been using glamour spells when he left the apartment and was working and singing under the alias of Sirius Nichols.
Harry sighed and let his head fall to the table with a thunk noise that startled Cho, who had somehow sat down next to him between the time she handed over the paper and now.
She placed an arm around his shoulders and whispered in her soothing voice,
" Come on, love, its not the end of the world. So what if they know you're alive and who you are. Besides you were able to make a name for yourself before they found out.
No one is going to think you're that same timid little boy. Now you're that awesome guitarist and singer that's not afraid to do what no one else would dare.
You're the punk emo kid that everyone loves. At least now you don't have to hide under those hideous glamour spells. By the way now that we're talking about you're glamour spells I must say they did not suit you. Especially the eyes, they were plain."
Harry chuckled at his friend's confession. Cho smiled, glad that she had managed to make him laugh and feel better. " Now, it's getting late and we have a concert today. You get to show the real you."
Harry smiled sincerely, "Yeah, lets show them that Harry Potter isn't their puppet anymore." Harry smiled mischievously and his eyes sparkled. Cho instantly recognized that sparkle in his eyes and smiled herself.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Before I tell you, will you help?"
"As long as you're not pulling a Hendrix…."
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Harry gazed at the mirror making sure he wasn't forgetting anything. He was wearing skintight black leather pants and a black form fitting t-shirt with an emerald green guitar on the front and his black and green 'pants are so overrate' wristband.
"Harry stop staring at yourself in the mirror and get your arse over here!" Cho's voice startled Harry almost causing him to trip over his guitar cause.
Harry picked up his guitar case and walked over to the door where Cho was waiting, " I swear someone in your family must have been a banshee."
Cho raised an eyebrow and laughed. " Come on lets apparate into the dressing room. Blaise and Draco better be ready."
Harry rolled his eyes and apparated to the dressing room where he found Draco and Blaise putting the finishing touches on their eyeliner.
Harry put his guitar case on the floor and went over to Draco, slipping an arm around Draco's waist. "I'd hurry up and finish before Cho gets here or else she'll-"
Harry was cut off by a popping noise and mumbled "Too late." Before Cho started screaming.
" You guys aren't ready yet! You guys had two hours to get ready! Our gig is in 20 minutes! You guys are just as bad as Harry!"
Cho ignored Harry's indignant "Hey, I resent that!" and continued to rant for another minute before she calmed down in enough to stop screaming.
"Have you guys at least tuned your instruments yet?" Cho and Harry noticed the look Blaise and Draco sent each other and before Cho could start screaming again Harry spoke up.
" Don't worry, I'll take care of the tuning while Blaise and Draco finished getting ready."
Harry gave Draco a quick kiss before leaving the room as Cho started to yell again. Harry tuned all the instruments before turning to watch the opening band, Animagus.
Harry heard someone come up behind them so he wasn't surprised when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind.
" Are you ready to show the world what Harry Potter is made of?" Whispered the familiar voice of Draco. Harry relaxed into the pair of arms and whispered back " Yeah. It's a good thing this is a wizards only concert…"
The opening band began their last song as Harry turned around to face Draco. Harry stared into the stormy gray eyes he loved and barely noticed that their lips were getting closer until he felt Draco's soft lips on his.
Harry closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck as Draco tightened his grip on Harry's waist. Harry shivered when he felt Draco run his tongue along the length of his lower lip before giving Draco access to his mouth.
They finally pulled away when the need for air became a must. Harry leaned his head on Draco's chest and they stood there holding each other in a peaceful silence.
Draco broke the silence after several minutes, "I still can't believe Scrimgeour lived through the war." Harry raised his head and turned to look in the direction Draco had been staring at. The ministry had reserved the entire top box for themselves, eager to see Harry alive.
"He only lived because he spent the entire war running and hiding." Said Blaise's voice from behind them. The turned around to find both Blaise, who was staring at the top box, and Cho, who had an aw, you two look so cute together look.
Before any of us could say anything more the opening band, came off stage and our equipment was switched with a simple spell.
We walked onto the stage and the audience began to scream and a few people shot up sparks with their wands.
We smiled and quickly grabbed our instruments, or sat in front of them in Cho's case.
After 12 songs almost non-stop before I gave the nod to the rest of the band and we stopped. I grabbed the microphone and the audience stared at me.
"I'm sure you've all read on the Daily Prophet about who I really am. I'm sure you're all wondering why I'm still using glamour spells now that my secret is out. I wanted to take it off when it was time for our new song."
Harry took a step back from the microphone and removed the glamour spell. He heard several people gasp; he had changed a lot since the last time he had been 'seen.' Harry now had multiple piercing and had dyed green streaks through his midnight black hair.
Harry grabbed the microphone again but this time took it off the stand. He could hear the rest of the band begin to play their parts. They could tell Harry was nervous, he had never sung a song like this in front of an audience before.
I will break into your thoughtsWith what's written on my heart
I will BBBBBRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKK
Harry smirked a bit at the silence that filled the concert hall as he placed the microphone back and got ready to play his guitar part.
The audience was extremely shocked, at first no one made a sound but slowly the fans began to come alive once again, just in time for the second scream.
BBBBBRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKKKK I'm so sickInfected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
If you want more of this
We can push out sell out die out
So you'll shut up
And stay sleeping
With my screaming in your itching ears
I'm so sick
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
Hear it. I'm screaming it
Your heeding to it now
Hear it. I'm screaming it.
You trembled at this sound
You sink into my clothes
This invasion makes me feel
Worthless hopeless sick
I'm so sick
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss
Selfishness
I'm so
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss
Selfishness
I'm so
I'M SOI'm so sick
I'M SO SICKI'm so
I'M SOI'm so sick
I'M SO SICKHarry watched the mosh pit that had formed with mild interest. Behind him he heard Cho quietly whisper "Caliginosus." The room began to quickly fill with dark fog. Cho and Harry had invented the spell earlier and only they knew how to remove the fog.
Once Harry was sure that no one could see him he took out his wand and muttered several spells. Harry could barely see that Draco and Blaise were doing the same.
Harry grabbed the microphone once again and this time his voice was much harsher, " I'd like to let you all know that even though I'm Harry Potter, I'm not the same Harry you used to know. Don't expect me to be. I'm no longer your puppet, Scrimgeour."
Harry mumbled the spell to clear up the fog and snickered. Every ministry official was now wearing a death eater mask which, thanks to Cho's Chinese spell work, would come off for the rest of the day.
Scrimgeour was dangling upside down under the spell Harry had found in the Half-Blood Prince's potion book. With a twitch of Harry's wand and Scrimgeour was seated in his seat once again.
The band gave a quick nod and apparated with their equipment. Once they were safely in their apartment they all collapsed in laughter.
Cho was the first to recover from the laughter and quickly levitated the equipment to their rooms. Once they all had recovered from the laughing they began to discuss what pub they should visit.
As usual Cho and Blaise began to argue before Harry interrupted them.
" What about the three broomsticks? We haven't gone their in such a long time and I don't have to hide under glamours any more."
Cho and Blaise nodded and they all apparated to the three broomsticks. They sat down and quickly ordered their drinks and meals. Blaise was the only one who didn't order a firewhisky, but instead decided upon butterbeer.
"Someone has to be sober enough to get you guys back to the apartment." Blaise exclaimed happily at which they all glared at him.
"We don't get that drunk…" stated Draco.
"Right, shall I remind you about last week."
"That was once."
" Then what would you call the week before that? And so on?"
" Fine, Fine. So we tend to drink more then we should. No need to rub it in our faces." Draco mumbled, staring at his drink.
The table erupted into laughter and began to discuss the events of the concert as they eat their food. They were almost ready to leave when,
" Harry?" asked a familiar voice somewhere behind Harry.
Harry turned slowly, he would recognize that voice anywhere.
A/n: there. Extra long. Took me awhile too. The song is by Flyleaf, its called I'm so sick. For those of you that haven't heard that song here's their myspace: http/ www. myspace. com/ flyleaf I can't remember if we're allowed to put websites on here.. just remove the spaces.