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Oh, and Pushing Me Away, Numb and Somewhere I Belong is three songs by Linkin Park. They are a great band!

/Thoughts/
"Speaking"
/Parseltounge when used/
Dreams

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:)

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"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.

Chapter 4.

Harry sat down in a chair. He smiled sadly at the note in his hand. "Harry I'm going to the club. Have work to do and will probably be late… ( Don't wait up! Charlie."
The green eyed man closed his eyes and sighed.
He remembered Charlie's first words when he found out that Harry was The Harry Potter.
"Holy crap!" Then he had proceeded to tell him why he lived in Muggle London and show him his scar…

But Harry didn't know one thing and that was that Charlie and Severus once was very good friends and that Charlie had sent him an owl…

Severus took the note from the owl and what he read made him gasp. "Draco!" He yelled. When he didn't get an answer he got up from his chair and ran around trying to find him. "Draco! Where the Hell is you?" He found him after searching the whole place. Fast asleep in his bedroom. He smiled softly. "Draco?"

He shook the blondes shoulder and almost laughed when Draco brushed him of. "Don't you want to know where Harry will be this Saturday night?" "What? Huh? Where?" He stood from his bed and almost tripped in his bedcovers. "Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen…" He left while the blonde tried to find himself some clean clothes.

Harry truly enjoyed the feeling of standing on the stage. He felt alive.
He sang and Charlie played. They always recorded their music in Harry's, actually now it was their, apartment and they had fun.

Usually Charlie had some music ready and Harry would immediately jump on it and make the lyrics while listening. But at some occasions Harry wrote and they would together find some suitable music. It all worked splendidly well.
Sometimes the mood he was in had a say in how his writing would be.
Right now… he wrote a song wich he called My December…

My December

This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone

And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all
The things I said
To make you
Feel like that
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all the
Things I said to you

And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to

This is my December
These are my snow-covered trees
This is me pretending
This is all I need

And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all
The things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all the things
I said to you

And I give it all away
Just to have
Somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to

This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear

And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to

He sat there for a few moments reading it through before he was interrupted by Charlie's voice. "Harry? Are you home?" He appeared in the door, smiling broadly, loaded with shopping bags. He dropped them on the floor and gave Harry a big hug…

"Someone's high on sugar…" Harry singsonged as Charlie bounced around the room.
"Come on! Show me what you bought!" He demanded as Charlie stopped to look at him. Suddenly his mood was so much better.

"Okay! Hmm… let's see… oh! This one I bought in that shop you showed me, you know…" he didn't seem to remember the name so he just shrugged. "Never mind… I love shopping! This was so gorgeous. I just had to buy it!" He held up a green shirt with the text, "Make a comeback, baby!" on it. (A/N do someone have a better text?)

"Here… It matches your eyes!" He tossed the shirt at Harry who caught it. "What?" Charlie rolled his eyes. "It's for you off course!" He digged in to the rest of the bags and showed Harry more clothes and things.

Suddenly Harry's face lit up and he dragged Charlie to him and gave him a big hug. "Tanks, Charlie…." He whispered in his ear and with one last squeeze he pulled away and smiled before taking his new shirt with him in to his room. He was so happy...

My December is a song by Linkin Park... :)

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Hello again! Now that school seems to be starting again I would just say that I'm going to be a little late with my updating and I won't post as often, maybe just once every second week or something... :) (But if you guys review I'll try to update more often... )