A/N: I forgot to disclaim the song from the last chapter, it's Goodbye by Miley Cyrus. This isn't a major chapter, and I'll be posting the next one tomorrow. I just wrote chapter 25 actually, and I think you'll like it :)

Hold On

Harry rolled over in bed, hoping for a few more moments of sleep. He had four more weeks of the tour that seemed to be extended every other day. Ike was even growing tired of the constant travel. Giving up on sleep, Harry rolled onto his back and opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling.

Sunlight was peering in through the shades and formed odd shadows along his bare torso. Harry took in a deep breath. Yes, he could still smell Ginny. She had been stunning at the party last week. He only wished he could have taken her himself and then taken her home.

He and Ella had grown even closer the past few weeks and he knew she was beginning to feel more friendship than romance. He was glad that she was realizing it, though, that way they could remain friends. But, what if Ginny didn't approve? Oh well, Ginny might not even take him back.

Harry reached into his nightstand, finding the familiar pouch Hagrid had given him so many years ago. He opened it, removing his wand, something he hadn't touched in months. He really had found no reason for magic, and he didn't even need his wand to do spells anyways. He placed his wand on the table and pulled out the wrinkled piece of parchment.

He didn't know when he would need the map again, but he smiled at the thought of passing it on to Teddy one day. He would have to tell him stories about the great marauders one day. He had told him throughout Teddy's life, but he wanted to make sure Teddy never forgot who his parents were.

He returned the two items to the pouch and placed it back in the nightstand. He sighed, staring out the window through the few cracks in the blinds. People were rushing to set up for the day's performances. Knowing, he would be needed soon, he crawled out of bed, finding a pair of jeans and a wrinkled white under shirt.

He still felt asleep as he pulled on his trainers and marched out into the sun light. As he walked to the stage he was joined by Ike who looked like he had never even sat down in the past few days.

"Wanna go out in the world?" He joked, sticking his cigarette between his lips.

"Sure, I want to check on Lauren though, I haven't seen her around. Damn, when did it get so bright out?"

"I agree on both." They went to Lauren's trailer and knocked several times, receiving no answer.

"Hey, Skylar?" Harry opened the door and walked in, Ike following him.

"Aw, jeez!" Harry shut his eyes and Ike groaned, closing his as well.

"Do you two knock?" Her breathing was ragged and Harry kept his eyes shut as he heard the shuffling of feet.

"We did, but you two were obviously going at it so hard you couldn't hear!" Ike hissed.

"You can open your eyes."

Harry opened them slowly and saw Lauren wrapped in a blanket and Fin on the couch, covered beneath a sheet. They were both sweaty and Harry felt his cheeks heat from what he had walked in on.

"Ike, open your eyes." Lauren spat.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to look at you the same, mate." Ike glanced at Fin for a second before turning to Lauren.

"What do you two want?"

"We were just checking to see if you were all right, and apparently you are." Harry stared at the ground, his face most likely still blushing.

"We're going to hang out with the fans. You want to come, Fin?" Ike offered.

"Er, yeah, in a little bit." He looked at Lauren, who ignored him, still looking at Harry with an entertaining smile.

"I'm so happy for you, Harry." She gushed.

"What?" All three men looked at Lauren, confused.

"Sky would never have been embarrassed catching me having sex." She raised her eyebrows. "What's next? You hate performing?"

"That will never happen." Harry shook his head calmly, watching Lauren closely.

"If you say so." She said slowly. "Oh, Brad and Hannah are coming up later for tonight's performance." She went to sit down beside Fin on the couch, keeping her attention on Harry though.

"Tell security and make sure they get passes." Harry told her.

"Mhm." Lauren nodded.

Harry glanced at the chair next to him and noticed his black fedora and sunglasses. He swiped them up and put them both on, remembering the abnormally bright sun.

"I was looking for these."

Lauren giggled. "Fin and I will join you later."

"You all didn't even make it to the bed, where else have you had sex?" Ike asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Lauren responded, resting her hand on Fin's thigh.

Ike grimaced, pushing Harry out the door. "See you lovers later."

Once in the sun light again, Harry nicked the cigarettes from Ike's back pocket, lighting one. He tucked it between his lips and glanced over his shoulder, scanning the rows of trailers. Nobody was behind them and he knew the workers were all busy unlocking equipment and running sound checks.

After arguing with security over their safety, Ike and Harry entered the sea of fans. They blended in for several minutes and had made it to the strip of booths and could see the tents that stretched on forever.

"It's Sky and Ike!"

People began flocking to the pair, requesting photos and autographs. They talked to their fans, enjoying the attention. Harry enjoyed knowing that people liked his music so much. He thought about what Lauren had said. Would he ever grow tired of this? Of performing his music?

Music was Sky.

Quidditch was Harry.

Why couldn't he have both?

Once the fans calmed down and they could walk at least five steps before another fan appeared shoving a pen in their faces. They made it to the tents, where many were camping out. They took hundreds of pictures and signed even more autographs. Everyone was excited to see the two musicians.

After nearly an hour, they noticed a split in the crowd and a security cart appeared, Fin hanging on the back. He was wearing a pair of white jeans and black T-shirt and sunglasses, much to Ike and Harry's relief.

"Hey, fellows." They greeted their young friend and waited while he signed autographs and took photos with fans, just as Ike and Harry had gone through.

They were all hanging out on the back of a fan's truck. The fan was a twenty-two year old man who was attending Cambridge University. He was a smart bloke and kept his cool while the stars hung out with him, drinking beers.

"Dane, mate, get me another beer, please." Ike tossed his empty bottle on the ground and smiled as the fan handed him a cold one.

"So, is today your first time?" Fin asked.

"Yeah, this was the only weekend I could get out of class. I'm a huge fan of both of your bands." Dane smiled, brushing away a lock of his brown hair.

"Here" Harry took off his pass and tossed it to Dane, who caught it. "That'll get you backstage and stuff. I don't need it, because I'm the boss." He smirked.

"Thanks!" Dane immediately pulled it over his head, clutching the piece of plastic that dangled down his chest.

"So where are you originally from?" Ike asked.

"Surrey."

"Oh, where?" Harry asked, interested.

"Little Whinging."

"I grew up there."

Dane's eyes grew wide. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"I went to the eastside schools."

"Stonewall High?"

Dane's eyes grew wide and Harry laughed.

"I was supposed to go there but thankfully I was sent to boarding school instead. It was fantastic. I did attend primary school though. I remember I had a Miss Sterning for grade four."

"So did I! Harry Sky doesn't sound familiar though." Dane looked at him curiously.

"You don't know my last name do you?" Harry smiled slightly, his mouth cracked open with silent laughter.

"Sorry, I focus on the music."

Harry pulled off his sunglasses. "Harry Potter. Perhaps you remember my dear cousin, Dudley."

Dane's eyes grew wide. "Wow…this is incredible. I thought you were some kind of…" He trailed off, not wishing to offend Harry obviously.

"St. Brutus's was a cover, so my family could pretend I was a freak. I went to a normal boarding school. It was where both my parents attended."

Dane seemed to accept it quickly. "I'm sorry you had such a rotten family. I remember Dudley had a mean punch even back then."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm glad to know there were other punching bags for him out there. No, Big D is much better now that he's figuring out that he has a mind. I haven't seen him in years, though."

"Well, you should come and visit." Dane insisted.

Harry shook his head, hopping off the truck bed. Ike and Fin followed, leaving their empty bottles behind.

"See you around, Dane." Harry waved and the trio made their way back to the stage to prepare for their performances later that night.

As Harry walked back, he thought about his conversation with Dane about his childhood. He hadn't even talked to the Dursley's since he had left when he was seventeen. He didn't know what had happened to them. They probably knew about him from his fame in the muggle world, but he wasn't sure of anything.

He had thought he had been confused last week after seeing Ginny, but now his entire world was spinning in a thousand directions and Harry was doing his best to hold on.