Bwahaha, you all get to actually meet the band members, and hear their comments about Justin. Oh, and I thoroughly enjoyed writing this chapter just because I hated Justin's character...he was way too whiney in my head...I wanted to lock him in a tiny broom closet with a bludger and no way for him to defend himself...hehe, that's bad, isn't it?

Anyway, to Preetoaka Raven Potter Weasley, thank you very much for your review. I'm sorry to say that Fred and George won't really show up anymore, but I promise I'll make up for it later. As for who George loves, that's been bugging me since I started this. I couldn't figure out who it was, and the way stories come to me...I only know what the characters want to tell me. (Does that sound insane?) But, I suspect that, given certain reactions I've recieved from George when I'd bug him about it, it is probably Fred... (Re-reading that, I think I've come off as completely insane, no? I mean, really, who actually has conversations with fictional characters in their heads?... Please, enlighten me, I'd like to meet them...hehe.) OH but, I suppose I do have good news for you... There is the formulations of a sequel, if this ends the way I think it's going to. (If it does, I get the feeling that I'm going to have to hide from all of you who're interested in this... How ominous sounding...) If there is a sequeal, Fred and George will definitely show up a lot more, I promise!

Disclaimer: I'm not making any money off of this, so...there. I don't own the song, it belongs to Story of the Year!

Warnings: Language

I appologize for this chapter being so short! But guess what....you'll see! Hehe. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please read and review (if you have the time to do so, that is. Reviews seem to incline me to work faster, heh.)

Chapter 10: Anthem of Our Dying Day

"Potter, you ready for tonight?" Justin asked as he helped the other band members set up.

Harry cringed, once again feeling guilty for what had happened to the red head. At the same time, he couldn't be happier. "I guess," he replied softly. He helped Cody, the bass player, adjust the amps. Muggle equipment was slightly different than their equipment, and Harry kind of knew how to set it up.

"Don't get so pissy, Justin," Michael, the drummer, muttered. "So you got punched, and lost your sort-of boyfriend to some guy you'd never knew existed. Harry waited way to bloody long for that bloody moron."

Harry couldn't help the smile. "Shut it, Michael," he grumbled.

Cody paused, a devilish grin on his face. "So, Harry, which one gives it and which one gets it?"

Harry squeaked and flushed a red to rival Ron's hair. "Sod off, you rat bastard," Harry managed.

Justin growled and stalked off the stage. Cody and Michael snorted, both more than amused and annoyed by Justin's attitude. Harry sighed and plopped down on the edge of the stage, letting his legs hang over the side. "I think we're going to be losing him," he sighed.

"Good," Peter, the lead guitarist, declared. "We didn't really need him to begin with. So he can scream, big bloody deal. Harry, I know you can too…and that is not what I meant you sodding perverts!"

Cody and Michael merely grinned. "You said it, man."

"Yes, well… Harry, I never liked the idiot but I kept my mouth shut because you seemed to believe that we needed him. I tolerated him for you, because you're my friend, but I'm not going to stand here and let you run after him. Justin doesn't need to be coddled, nor does he belong with this band. And if our manager bitches, I'll tell him to sod off for you."

Harry nodded, watching his feet move in erratic circles. "I know, but I still feel bad."

"It wasn't your fault Ron was a dolt, nor was it your fault that Justin was too stupid to realize that you two would never be more…"

"Okay, guys, go warm up!"

Harry glanced up, meeting the eye of the band's manager. The four wizards nodded and disappeared back stage, each to their respective rooms. Harry was incredibly nervous about tonight. It was their first, official, live concert.

Harry inhaled deeply, giving his band mates a nervous grin before stepping out onto the stage. The crowd roared, and Harry's nerves disappeared. The band started and Harry clutched the microphone in both hands.

"The stars will cry, the blackest tears tonight, and this is the moment that I live for, I can smell the ocean air! Here I am, pouring my heart onto these rooftops! Just a ghost to the world…that's exactly, exactly what I need. From up here the city lights burn, like thousand miles of fire, and I'm here to sing this anthem, of our dying day…"