Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters. I also do not own "Learning to Breathe" by Switchfoot.
Chapter Six: Learning to Breathe
Harry spent the next couple of weeks in the same fashion as the first. The only difference of this particular day was that Harry invited Minerva to sit in while he played his music.
While Minerva was walking to the music room that Harry said he would be in, she remembered when Harry asked her to watch that morning. He came up to her while she was eating breakfast and waited patiently for her to turn sideways where he was standing. He looked at her with his huge, emerald eyes and asked in a quiet, musical voice if she would perhaps want to hear him play that afternoon. He said it in such a quiet voice that she had a hard time making out what he was saying but when she did, she smiled wide at him and accepted. His smile in response was huge and shone with happiness. He walked away after that to his class.
She entered the room and found Harry sitting on stool with his guitar. He looked up when he saw her enter and smiled hesitantly at her. She smiled and sat down in the chair in the front of the classroom.
He placed his fingers on the strings and let the music fill the room before singing. His voice was as angelic as she remembered and she let herself get lost in his beautiful voice.
Hello, good morning, how you do?
What makes your rising sun so new?
I could use a fresh beginning too
All of my regrets are nothing new
So this is the way that I say I need you
This is the way, this is the way, that I'm…
Learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that you and you alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
Hello, good morning, how you been?
Yesterday left my head kicked in
I never, never thought that
I would fall like that
Never knew that I could hurt that bad
I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that you and you alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
These abundant skies, yah…
This abundant skies, yah, yah….
So this is the way I say I need you
This is the way that I say I love you
This is the way that I say I'm yours
This is the way, this is the way…
Learning to breathe
Learning to breathe
Learning to breathe
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
Yah, yah, yah
Hello good morning how you do?
He ended his song and looked hesitantly at her. He noticed that she was crying and he made his way to stand in front of her. He raised his shaking hand and cleared the tears from her eyes. When his soft hand came to her face, she looked him in the eye and said "I am glad I adopted you, my son."
He smiled up at her and said "I'm glad too."
She opened up her arms for a hug and he awkwardly walking into them and allowed her to embrace him without flinching at all.
He knew that he needed to tell her how much she meant to him and the only way he could think to do so was in a song so he composed that song over the past week and a half and played it for her.
After that, they became closer and Minerva listed to him play every day from then on. They became a new kind of family consisting only of Minerva and Harry forged from the love of music and the need for comfort.
"Minerva! Minerva!" Harry's happy trill entered the room.
Minerva looked up from her sheet music in time to see a happy Harry bouncing into the room holding up his new schedule for the school year.
The school was set to begin next Monday and Harry could hardly hold in his excitement.
"What is it dear?" Minerva asked.
"I just got my schedule! Can you believe? I get to double major! And get a minor in song writing!" Harry said.
"That's wonderful! Let me have a look at your schedule." Minerva asked.
Harry handed over his schedule while he was previous hugging to his chest. Minerva looked it over and found it to be reasonable if not slightly challenging. With his academic subjects out of the way, he could fit in all three music subjects into his schedule. Every day he began with piano and then went to song writing followed by guitar. His piano and guitar classes were twice as long as his song writing since they were what he was majoring in.
Harry and Minerva then walked out of the room and into the piano room where Harry practiced and Minerva listened to the sweet music that bounced off the walls.