AN: I don't normally do this kind of thing, but i've been asked a question and decided I need to do a poll. This poll is to determine…
Should it be;
Harry/multi (as in many girls at once)
Harry/cannon
Harry/OC
I'm sorry for slash fans, but I really don't like slash stories… (honestly, they creep me out a bit) if Harry multi, please tell me the number you think I should use… at the moment im thinking 3 or 4 tops though. Also, give you suggestions for pairings, such as harry/marie, Harry/Hermione, Harry/marie/may/Hermione/ginny, etc.
Also, this chapter contains a song I wrote, so I hope I'm not breaking any rules by including it. Tell me if you do or don't like the lyrics…
Chapter 4 – a magic greater than all we do…
After his ninth birthday Dumbledore had sent a letter to his mother explaining that the magic was very dangerous, and while he seemed to be in control it would be best to give him something to help if he ever got angry… in other words, one hell of a lot of instruments. He had a drum kit in the right hand corner, next to that a bass, next to that an electric guitar, next to that an electro acoustic, next to that a piano, next to that a keyboard, a flute, a recorder, a violin, a cello, a synthesiser, and a microphone.
Of course, even with all of these he could only really use the bass, piano, drums and microphone… but he was sorted. This was something he had wanted to do since his fourth year! He could write his own stuff! He could play songs he liked! He could… well, he could play an instrument! Admittedly, his favourite instrument of them all was the piano, because it was the easiest to get a good range and sequence going on it.
Now, he was 10, about 10 days having passed since his birthday, and had just gotten back upstairs after finishing his exercises and breakfast. He went and showered before sitting down in front of the piano, and adjusted the microphone so he could both play and sing at the same time. He searched through his songs and finally picked one…
"Could you ever feel how I feel?
Could you ever see what I have seen?
Cause I know that what we had was real,
And it find it hard to leave!
Can you help me just to see what I see,
Can you help me to be me?
I know that life cant find me,
But finding life, ill try.
I know I cant go on,
If all I do is cry!
Thought going through my head,
Of what I haven't said.
Goodbye,
Goodbye.
Goodbye!
I just cant tell what you're thinking,
Thoughts are stuck inside my head,
And its only more confusing,
As the daylight fades away…
Can you help me just to see what I see,
Can you help me to be me?
I know that life cant find me,
But finding life, ill try.
I know I can't go on,
If all I do is cry!
Thought going through my head,
Of what I haven't said.
Goodbye,
Goodbye.
Goodbye!
I know that life cant find me,
But finding life, ill try.
I know I can't go on,
If all I do is cry!
Thought going through my head,
Of what I haven't said.
Goodbye,
Goodbye.
Goodbye!"
As he faded out he smiled slightly. He thought about exactly how he came to write that song and again thanked the fates for bringing him to this dimension. He heard the thumping of little feet and his door flew open to admit his now 4 year old sister. She ran up to him and jumped on his lap, arms around his neck.
"Watcha up to?" she asked him in a singsong voice.
"I'm playing the piano. Hows my favourite littlest sister this morning?" he asked.
"I'm great, but mommy says I cant go and play in the mud 'cause she wants me prepared for tonight." She scowled slightly and Harry chuckled. Tonight they were meant to be going to Minister Fudges ball for his daughters birthday. Apparently she wasn't much younger than Harry. The bit little Rosie wasn't happy about was that their grandparents would be there. James' parents. "Will you play me a song Harry?" she asked innocently and gave him puppy dog eyes. He could never resist the Puppy dog eyes!!!
"Sure angel. What do you want me to play?"
"How about… Barney?" she asked, hopefully. Harry grimaced.
"I'm sorry angel, I don't know that one. How about one I've just finished learning? It's called 'your lovely to me'." She frowned before her face lit up again and she nodded vigorously.
As he played the song Harry thought about the situation with his grandparents. Apparently they were fine with his parents getting married, and then they met his mum's sister Petunia and decided that no one who is related to such a bigot was good enough for their son… obviously not realising their own bigotry. He sighed and finally finished the song, getting a big kiss on the cheek from Rosie, and some clapping coming from the doorway were his mom and dad were standing.
"Your getting better." His dad told him, walking over and messing up his hair. "you obviously don't take after your mother in the singing department." He grinned before being slapped lightly over the head by his wife.
"Your wonderful Harry. You could probably make this a career someday." She sighed wistfully. Shaking her head she came back out of the short 'trance'. "Anyway, we'll be leaving soon to the ministers. God knows why it starts so early, but thankfully we don't need to wear our robes. Harry, put on that Green silk dress shirt we got you and some nice black dress trousers." She picked up Rosie and hugged Harry before walking out the room.
Walking over to his closet he started grumbling about how wearing robes isn't any worse than dressing up. Don't get him wrong, he loved wearing the dress shirt, but he hated the pants and the shoes. They made him look so stupid! He opened the closet door and took out the requested clothes, quickly changing into them and putting on some black shoes to complete the outfit. He just hoped this would be worth it. What exactly it was he had no idea, but that's beside the point. We're all allowed our juvenile moments, aren't we?