/Thoughts/
"Speaking"
/Parseltounge when used/
Dreams or songlyrics
Disclaimer: They are mine! All mine... my preciousss... :P
Nope they are not mine, but Charlie is'! And if J.K.R would be so kind to give them away, I would be delighted to take them... Smiles sweetly
This is my first actual long story, so please be kind and tell me what you think:)
I know I haven't updatedin a while... don't bite my head of because of that! School's a bitch!
Somewhere in Muggle London...
Harry wanted to find a new place to live and he certainly had the money for it. Before the fight with Voldemort he had exchanged wizard money into Muggle money. And he had well over a million dollars now. The first thing he did was finding a place to live. Then he went to buy him self some new clothes.
His flat was made in black, blue, red, white, green and silver. He had a TV and a stereo and three bedrooms, but what he liked most with the whole flat was that it had a room that was soundproof. He could shout and yell all he wanted in there, or he could make music. The next thing he did was to get him self a new guitar. Every summer since he was nine he had gotten a guitar and a new beginner's book that Dudley didn't want.
They had throwed it away, but he had gotten it before the garbage was emptied the next morning. Every day since then he had practiced in silence when the Dursley's wasn't home, or when he was at Hogwarts.
He found that he had to get his things from the school, but thought none of it. He smiled when he once again was in his dorm where he had slept together with Ron, but it didn't reach his eyes. He wrote a little note and left it on Ron's pillow. "Don't worry about my stuff, Ron. HP."
He packed it all and apparated away just as he heard voices approaching.
"Maybe something in his things can give us a clue?" Hermione opened the door and Ron walked in close behind her. "What the…?" They both said when they saw the empty spot where Harry's things would have been. Ron slumped down on his bed and didn't notice the note that fell on the floor, but Hermione did and she picked it up. "Ron." She said. "Harry has been here and gathered his stuff…" she handed him the note, looked around before she ran down to the common room and fire called Severus. "Harry has been here, Professor. He has taken his things to what ever place he is right now…"
One look at Hermione's face was enough for him to ask her step back before he followed by Draco entered the Gryffindor common room.
Thursday afternoon…
Harry had walked down the block taking in the area and was beginning to walk back when he saw a poster that said: "Talent Night! Saturday night at the Lovely! (Treng hjelp!) Sign up and meet up… Maybe you will be discovered!" Harry only smiled at it, but when he got home he started to think. /Why not? It's not like I'm some runaway…/ Friday he hoped that it was not too late to sign up and went to find this club. It was actually a popular club and he found it rather quickly.
Harry opened the door and shouted "Hello? Is someone here?" He walked further inside when he heard someone yell "In here!" he followed the noise and found a rather good looking woman standing between boxes behind the bar smiling. "Hi, baby. I'm Elisabeth. What brings you here?" Harry snapped out of whatever trance he had bin in and smiled back. "Harry Po…Evans. The Talent Night tomorrow night…" He answered her and looked around. The Lovely was a dark club where the walls was painted black and red, with a dance floor in the middle and some tables and chair spread throughout the room.
Harry liked it the place at once, but held his face blank except from the small smile he kept on his lips. "Sorry, but the list is full…" he hard her say and he couldn't hold his smile any longer. "Well okay… I'll find my way out, Elisabeth." He gave her one last smile and was nearly out the door when she stopped him. "Wait! Some times there is someone who don' show up or who don't have the guts to get up on our stage when the place is stuffed. If you show up here tomorrow and are ready, I can put you up as a reserve..?" Obviously she wanted him to show up and he wasn't totally sure of he liked it, but he stopped with his hand on the door. "Okay." He flashed her one last smile and was off. /How strange that man is…/
It was finally Saturday and Harry was ready to explode. He wasn't even sure that he'd get to sing, but still butterflies chased each other in his stomach. It was time to get started so he dressed up and left the flat with his guitar under the arm.
The Lovely was packed with people and he understood why someone didn't want to go on stage. He felt it too. "There you are, Harry!" Someone said behind his back, but he didn't recognise the voice. "I've been looking for you. Someone hasn't shoved up, so you are free to go on stage…" He whirled around and saw Elisabeth standing in front of him. Elisabeth smiled at the look in his face before he covered it and just gave her a nod. "You're up at eleven!" His eyes were suddenly drawed towards the entrance and she smiled. "Come on. I'll get you in." She took his hand and dragged him with her. "Hey, boys!" She smiled at them and dragged Harry inside. "You will have eight minutes on stage to do whatever you want. I'll take this to the back, come get it there. Good luck." She disappeared with his guitar and Harry noticed a few girls who were looking at him and smiled.
He started to dance. Letting all troubles go away…
Back at Hogwarts...
An owl with a letter attached had reached Severus and Draco and sat patient and waited for somebody to notice it.
It watched them sit in front of the fire and talk, and talk, and talk. He lost his patience and hooted. "Severus you have an owl waiting for you…" One of them said and walked into what had to be a kitchen. The owl flew and dropped a letter in his lap before he flew after the other person, dropping a letter in front of him before he flew out the window.
"Draco? Come here and show me your letter before you open it." Draco came and sat down next to Severus and smiled. "They look exactly like one another. Let's open them…" He started to open it when a picture fell out of it. "Hey! That's a picture of me!" He picked it up and looked at it. It was a good picture. One of the few he smiled in. "Severus? Open yours." He did and a picture fell out. It was of him. The potion master himself, only that he smiled. They both looked at each other before they opened their letters and read.
To my Dragon. (Or should I just say Draco Malfoy?)
Just in case I didn't survive the war I wrote this letter to you, so that I can tell you what I really feel. And if I survived you know that I have gone away. I don't know when I will be coming back, but don't come looking for me!
With that of my mind all I want to tell you is that; even if I declined your offer of friendship that day I have never forgotten it and I'm glad we got to know each other these past months.
Don't worry your mind to much. When I'm ready to face everybody I will come back and clame the love of those I know love me and that I love.
Love Harry.
He looked up to see that Severus sat and stared of into nothing with the letter in his hands. "Severus? What is it?" He didn't get an answer and as the Slytherin he was he just took the letter and read it.
Dear Severus (or should I say Professor Snape, or maybe just a short little Sev, would do?)
I wrote you this letter because I wanted to tell you and Draco what I feel about you both. If I didn't survive the war, I can only hope I killed Voldemort and that you can find someone else to love... But if I did, you know by now that I have gone away and all I can ask of you is that you don't come looking for me.
I will come back when I'm ready.
You always tried to bring me down from that high place where everyone insisted that I belonged. For that I thank you.
Just try to remember that I care for you.
Remember all those detentions you gave me? I actually learned something new those times. We had a lot of fun with them all didn't we? Remember that bloody blood replenishing potion? I bet you do!
Don't forget that you have my love and friendship…
Love Harry.
The blonde's eyes were suddenly filled with tears. Harry loved them both. They both sat there in silence while the clock ticked. Then they both looked at each other and said. "We have to find him!"
The clock was eleven and his stomach had gone crazy and he felt like he was going to faint every minute now. He looked around and spotted Elisabeth standing near the scene and headed for her. "There you are, Harry." She smiled at his pale smile. "Ready?" He shook his head no, but she only laughed. "Well you have to be, because now it's your turn. Get up there!" He took his guitar from her hands and stepped up on the scene. Catcalls and shouts sounded in the club as he sat down on a chair. Music filled the air and Harry started to sing.
"I've lied to you The same way that I always do
This is the last smile
That I'll fake for the sake of being with you " Sang Harry and the recorder echoed him.
"Everything falls apart
Even the people who never frown Eventually break down"
"The sacrifice of hiding in a lie" Returned Harry.
"Everything has to end
You'll soon find we're out of time
To watch it all unwind" the voice on the tape rapped.
"The sacrifice is never knowing Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me
pushes me away
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing
me pushes me away" Continued Harry with a brief pass before continuing with...
"I've tried like you To do
everything you wanted too
this is the last time
I'll take the blame for the sake of being with you"
"Everything falls apart
Even the people who never frown
Eventually break down" The tape voice entered once again.
"The sacrifice of hiding in a lie" Came from The black-haired teen.
"Everything has to end
You'll soon find we're out of time
To watch it all unwind" Continued the tape.
The sacrifice is never knowing
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing
me pushes me away
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me
pushes me away
The sacrifice of hiding in a lie
The sacrifice is never knowing
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me
pushes me away
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me
pushes me away
Pushes me away" Harry ended that song on that note and the crowd in front of him applauded and more catcalls came. "Pushing me away. Written by me."
He smiled and once again music started. The next song I'm going to sing is a song called Numb. Also written by me…"
"I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of walking in your shoes
"Caught in the undertow/Just caught in the undertow" Once again the tape voice came in.
"Every step that I take is another mistake to you"
"Caught in the undertow/ just caught in the undertow" The tape rapped once again.
"And every second I waste is more than I can take…"
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly
Afraid to lose control
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of yo
Caught in the undertow/Just caught in the undertow
And every second I waste
Is more than I can take
But I know
I may end up falling too
But I know
You are just like me
With someone disappointed in you"
The last tone struck in the club and people who had been dancing stopped to applaud and cheer. "Thank you!" He smiled and jumped of stage. Behind him he heard someone calling his name. "Harry!" He didn't stop on his way out. "Harry! Can you wait a minute?" He just kept walking through the crowd and was soon out of the club. "Man, you're fast." It was Elisabeth who hanged on his arm and a man came slightly behind her. "This is Mr. Gallon. He wants you to sing at our club and I agree." She smiled. "You were fantastic!" Harry only looked at her and shrugged. "I have to go…" He turned on his heel and started to walk away. "Mr. Evans?" The man dressed in a suit was following him. "I don't think you heard Elisabeth. She want you to sing in our club…" Harry turned his head and looked straight into his eyes. "Okay." He shrugged. "I'll stop by tomorrow and we can… Discuss it further… Here's my number." He handed her a card before he shook Mr. Gallons hand and strolled on.
"He's a strange man, Elisabeth. Are you sure you want him?" Mr. Gallon looked after the black haired young man. "He's running from something or someone, but that doesn't matter. He's a man I know I can trust." She walked back to the club and smiled to the guards.
Harry didn't know that singing a few songs to someone else would make him feel like this. He felt… free...
Harry made him self a meal and sat down in a comfy chair. Suddenly he heard music from the man who lived above him and inside his mind words were coming and forming them self into a song.
"Somewhere I Belong
When this began
I had nothing to say and I get lost in the nothingness inside of me……"
He picked up a book that he had bought in a store and touched an empty page with his right index finger and the words forming themselves in his head ended on the paper. When the song upstairs where finished he had the whole song on paper and he got up. He walked up the stairs until he stood outside a door looking similar to his. He knocked and waited. And waited. Then the door suddenly was opened and he looked into the sparkling blue eyes of a young man at his own age. "Hi…" He smiled insecure of what to do next. "What do you want!" The rude young man was angry, that's for sure.
"I'm Harry. I heard you play some music. Was it your own?" The blue eyed man only looked at him for a while before he smiled. "Yeah…" He stepped back and motioned for Harry to come in. "By the way my name is Charlie." He turned and walked over to a recorder. It surprised Harry because he could feel the magic flowing in the room. Harry wanted to state the facts right away.
This man was a wizard and he didn't fool Harry at all. "Loose the act, Charlie. I know you're a wizard…" The young man swirled around and looked scared at him. "I'm one too. Don't worry…" He said and held up his hands and saw Charlie visibly relax.
"How the fuck did you know?" He simply said and once again he turned around to the recorder and picked up his wand, muttering some words, making the music once again flowing in the room, low enough so that they could talk without yelling.
"I can feel your magic. But that's not what I wanted to talk to your about. I want to talk about your music. Do you have any lyrics to it?"
Harry could only pray that he didn't, and smiled when Charlie shook his head. "Good!" He nearly jumped of joy. "I want to use your music to some of my lyrics. Especially the one you played a while before I got up here!" He didn't stop there. "I'll show you if you don't mind, okay?" He waited for the shocked man to nod before he pulled out his book. "Can you put on that song again, please?" Charlie muttered a few words before he looked hesitantly on Harry. "I don't know why I'm not throwing you out…" He whispered just high enough for Harry to hear. "Don't worry… If you don't like it its okay and I'll go and you will never see me again." Harry listened to the music and fell in when it felt naturally.
When this began…..
Once again he sat there smiling as the music ebbed away. He had closed his eyes and didn't see Charlie's expression. He looked gob smacked.
"You… your voice… It was fantastic! Your lyrics to my music…" His voice ebbed away and made way for a big smile. Harry had opened his eyes at the first spoken word, but now he could only smile. Charlie dragged Harry with him in a dance. They both knew that they would become friends…
Severus started to feel irritated. When would Harry come back or rather when would they find him/How could he just run away from me... us/
He strolled around the garden and waited to hear if Draco had some news. /He has to come back/
Severus sat down on a bench and smiled sadly when he heard the cracking sound of someone apparating near him. "Hello Severus." Draco said and got a small smile in return. "Have you found something?" He asked "I haven't found out a bloody thing." Draco cried enraged. "He has hidden his magical signature and hidden all tracks. He doesn't want to be found, but I WILL find him." He jumped at the hand on his arm. "WE… we will find him, Draco." Severus pointed out.
Dont know i alows song lyrics... If not then sorry for tem, because then I'm going someplace else with my story.. :)
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