A/N. For some jacked up reason my computer doesn't think Harry's is a word!
E the time keeper: Be patient! I just posted two chapters yesterday!
It was now Harry's turn. He was dressed in his favorite pair of skinny jeans and Metallica t-shirt. He grabbed the microphone took a look at his parents who were watching him suspiciously. The sky in the great hall turned a dark midnight black. Thunder and lightning clapped down. This happened when he was feeling some strong emotion. It didn't matter if he was excited or angry it was always dark and raining. Right now he was angry.
Lily P.O.V.
She was still mad that these people booed her baby. Well he was fourteen but still her baby. 'How dare they!' She thought angrily. Now Harry was there to steal away his attention. With his strange abilities. She knew he was responsible for the thing with the sky. What was he going to do now? He was probably going to sing some dirty song that talked about killing or something. The little monster.
James P.O.V.
Even though he paid more attention to Ross, Harry was always his favorite. Not even the prophecy could change that. He only ignored his eldest because Albus and Lily told him that it was for the best to pay more attention to Ross.
Flashback 1980 September 10th midnight Order of the Phoenix meeting.
"Twins born to the light as the seventh month dies. Born to those who have thrice defied him. Both shall have the power to defeat the Dark Lord. One shall have the power of light and love. The other Darkness bends to his will. The Darkness in his soul he can control. The Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal. Twins born to the light as the seventh month dies." As Sybil Taralwany (Sp?) finished the prophecy James and Lily Potter were worried. 'Had they just given birth to a new Dark Lord? One more powerful than Voldemort? After that night it was clear who the light one was and who the Dark one was. James still spent time with Harry but one day when the child was almost three Lily and Dumbledore confronted him.
"James I think it is best for you to not spend as much time as you are with young Harry." Dumbledore said.
"What why?"
"He is Dark. It is best that he does not be exposed to magic at an age where his magical core is still developing. If he is exposed to magic then his magical core grows. We cannot have another Dark Lord in this world. I thought that we could wipe his memory and send him to muggles."
"No, that is not happening! I will not send him to muggles."
James' protests were the only thing keeping Harry with his family. Even if he was never allowed to spend time with his oldest son he could still be proud when he, Harry, did something good or new.
He was broken out of his thoughts by the music starting. Harry closed his eyes and sang.
Memories consume.
Like opening the wound.
I'm picking me apart again.
'How can you pick yourself apart?' James thought. Harry suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at the audience almost accusingly.
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room.
Unless I try to start again.
'Start what again?'
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose.
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused.
I don't know what's worth fighting for.
Or why I have to scream!
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean.
I don't know how I got this way.
I know it's not alright.
So I'm breaking the habit.
I'm breaking the habit tonight.
'What habit? What's going on?'
Clutching my cure.
'Cure?'
I tightly lock the door.
I try to catch my breath again.
James was confused. What was up with his son? Did he know anything about his eldest son?
I hurt much more
Than any time before.
I had no options left again.
'What is he talking about?' Was the question on everyone's mind. Did they want to know?
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose.
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused.
I don't know what's worth fighting for.
Or why I have to scream!
I don't know why I instigate.
And say what I don't mean.
I don't know how I got this way.
I'll never be alright.
So I'm breaking the habit.
I'm breaking the habit tonight.
I'll paint it on the walls.
'Cause I'm the one at fault.
I'll never fight again.
And this is how it ends.
I don't know what's worth fighting for.
Or why I have to scream!
But now I have some clarity.
To show you what I mean.
I don't know how I got this way.
I'll never be alright.
So I'm breaking the habit.
I'm breaking the habit.
I'm breaking the habit tonight.
When he was finished he put the microphone back on the stand and walked back to his friends. The hall was stunned into scilence. He did not speak but kept his eyes on his James. It was like he was telling him something with his mind.
Harry P.O.V.
'Do you get it? I know you're NOT stupid. Maybe mum but not you.' He thought to his father. Well he was attempting to. He knew he father could not hear him but that did not stop him from trying. Hopefully his parents knew what it meant. He wanted to tell them but then again he didn't. If he told them would they care? No. He knew they wouldn't; they didn't care about him. Only Ross. Sure he was bitter and hurt. That was why he cut. He had scars on his wrists on his arms. He remembered the time the only person who cared about him, his Uncle Moony, found him cutting.
Flashback Ten years old
He had his seventh birthday present in his hand. A pocket knife from his Uncle Padfoot. ("Trust him to give a child such a dangerous present." Lily said. "He could hurt Ross!") He brought the knife to his forearm and sliced. He let out a sharp gasp of pain as the blood trickle down his arm. Just then the door opened and Remus came in.
"Harry, dinn-." He stopped short as he saw the blood running down the boy's arm. He saw the wide eyes and the bloody pocket knife. Remus rushed over to the boy's side and began healing him. Harry moved away quickly causing the man's wand to touch the wound. Harry let out a scream of pain as the wand dug into the already painful cut. When the wound was healed Remus bent down to the preteen's height and asked him.
"Why?"
End flashback
Harry only answered that he had been in a deep depression at that time and that he would never do it again. Some promises were meant to be broken.
As the people were filing out of the Great Hall Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to find the hazel eyes of his father staring back at him.
"What?" He asked coldly. He had spoken this way to his parents ever since he had begun Hogwarts. Now that he was older and had begun his magical training he did not his parents anymore.
James looked a little pained but quickly his expression smoothed out.
James P.O.V.
" I just wanted to say that laughing at your brother's song was inappropriate." James quickly. He wanted to talk to his son but he had no proof anything was wrong.
Harry's eyes filled with rage. James was taken by surprise. What had he said?
"Oh, so you only came here to punish me? What are you gonna do? Take away house points? Well I don't give a fuck!"
"Fifty points from Slytherin for cursing to a teacher." James reprimanded. Harry remained unfazed.
"See I don't care. Now if I may go professor." Without waiting for an answer he left the Great Hall without another word.