*Read Before You Kill Me*
Chapter Seven: Escapism
The funeral was simple enough. It was held one week after Alexia's death. She was buried on the other side of the lake and only seven people came, of course, Harry did, too, Hermione and Ron, Seamus came to support his friends. Dumbledore was there along with McGonagall, although no one knew why she was there.
"Harry, I'm sorry ." Draco looked out across the the lake to the castle. The others were long gone.
"You've done nothing wrong." Harry said looking away from the push and pull of the dark lake to the equally dark Draco.
"I know but, you were closer to Alexia than I was. I'm sorry that she's dead, I'm not sorry for anything I've done." Draco shrugged upon hearing silence from Harry and began the long walk back to the castle.
"Draco, are you sure this is what you want to do?" Dumbledore asked again, more severely this time. The question hung in the air like the pause of the Earth before lighting strikes the ground or an arrow hits his target.
"Yes, I am sure. Now, will you please sign the papers?" Draco pushed the paper toward him as if daring him to say no. Dumbledore leaned forward and signed the papers all the while looking straight into Draco's eyes. "Can I go now?" Dumbledore nodded him off and Draco turned to leave.
What will you do about Potter? As far as I understand you will not be returning to Hogwarts and, well, you aren't really one for keeping up with a long-distance relationship." Draco stopped in his tracks and paused before shrugging his shoulders and walked out of the tower. Dumbledore leaned back in his high backed chair. Contemplating.
Draco leaned against the tree, trying to ignore the tinge of cold the the air had been developing for the last few days and the shade of grey the sky was that morning, as if threatening snow. He dug his hands deeper in his robes and nuzzled his chin deeper into his collar. At the same time Draco thought that it could get no colder, Harry walked out of the castle. 'Finally.' Draco thought bitterly.
"Hey, Draco, why'd you want to see me? Out here in the freezing cold?" Harry shivered a little and dug his hands in his pockets.
"I have to go to America and get Alexia's things. She left behind a lot of stuff that needs to be taken care of." Draco pushed himself off the tree and shifted his weight for a second.
"When are you leaving?" Harry asked .
"This afternoon."
"When are you coming back? If you're gone for to long then you might fail some of your classes." Harry stared up at the sky.
"I'm not coming back to Hogwarts."
Harry looked down to him and mouthed 'What?'
"I'm not coming back, I don't want to. I'm moving there and hopefully I'll never see you or anyone from this place ever again." Draco eyes looked flat and dull, as if it was only words he was speaking with no conviction behind them. Draco walked past Harry to the castle and a the stair's top step. Draco stopped and turned around just for one final look at him. He regretted it, what he saw was Harry slumped against the tree. Draco rushed the rest of the way into the castle and ran into the last person he wanted to see: Ronald Weasley.
"Hello, there Draco!" Ron said jumping up from his seat on the steps, his tone a little to peppy for Draco's mood. "How was your little 'meeting' with Harry-kins." Ron leapt into Draco's path.
"You know very well how it went." Draco said in what he hoped was a scathing tone, but apparently it wasn't because Ron put on a mock 'aw' face. "I suppose you should go out there because boy-wonder looks like he about to collapse." Draco pushed past Ron and the practically ran for the entrance to the dungeons. Ron, however, grinned and rushed for the main door.
"Harry!?" He yelled when he got out side. Harry barely moved at the sound of his voice. Ron ran closer to him."Harry," He panted when he got to his side. "what happened?"
"I don't think I'm ever going to see him again." Harry said not moving.
"What? Who are you never going to see again?"
"Draco." Ron pulled Harry into a hug.
"It's okay. We should probably go inside before it start to snow." Harry nodded.
'Planes. Whoever thought of them should be killed .' Draco thought as he got off one of the "flying metal death traps". He glanced around the airport until he saw a muggle, holding a sign that said 'Malfoy' on it, with a pile of luggage next to him. Hewalked up to the man and he nodded to him and the two walked outside to a muggle car and got in.
"Where to?" the driver's voice was gruff and it took Draco a moment to realize that he was talking to him. Draco looked down at his palm to the green inked address.
"39 Westpark Street."
It turned out, to Draco's dismay, that 39 WestparkStreet was an apartment building. It was four stories high and made out of drab concreteand uniformly spaced windows all with different colored walked into the building were even on the inside gray concrete assaulted him. He saw a battered door with the words 'Main Office' in chipping puce paint. Draco sighed and knocked on the it.
"Come in." A deep voice said from the other side. Draco opened it to reveal a large man sitting behind a battered, old desk in a sickly, olive green office chair, he was wearing a dirty, white tank top and had several gold chains around his neck which Draco could see that his dark chest hair had gotten tangled in several of them. In cracked mirror on the wall behind the desk Draco could see himself wearing an Armani suit, something that was popular in the muggle world. The man's eyes narrowed and he leaned forward placing an elbow on the desk.
"I presume that you are Robert Humon, owner of this fine establishment?" Draco asked without introduction.
"Yeah, I am. Who's asking?" His tone growing suspicious.
"I'm Draco Malfoy. I'm a relation of one of your former residents, Alexia Malfoy." Robert blinked once, twice.
"Uh, former?"
"I really hate to be the bearer of bad news but, she died last week." Draco kept his voice flat, a skill, no, an art he had learned when he was still young. " I need to see her apartment."
"Oh, uh, yeah sure." Robert was fumbling now, clearly shocked by the death of the young tenant. He scrambled for the large keys that held the keys to all the apartments. He got up from the chair with some difficulty and then ambled past Draco to the door, Draco followed him out into the main hall, up three flights of stairs and down two hallways. At the very end there was a door that had '4-24' emblazoned on the front of it. Draco flicked his tongue over his dry lips and he could clearly taste the coppery aftertaste of the blood that was left behind, that lingered on his skin. It was her.
"This is hers?" Draco uttered in the same flat, unfeeling monotone.
"Yeah, it's paid until the end of the month. So you gt until then to clean it out." Robert unlocked the door and moved allowing Draco room to enter. "Do you mind me asking how she died?" Robert muttered after Draco had entered the room .
Draco turned slightly with his hand rested on the chipped and faded gold doorknob. " She was... murdered." He sighed and swung the door shut on Robert Humon.
Hermione sighed as she walked into the bar. She walked primly to the end of the bar, still wearing a skirt-suit from a business meeting with all the directors of Saint Mungo's. 'Every time, without fail he is here.' She sat down next to the scruffy man at the end of the bar. "I'll bet we look strange, sitting here together."
"I 'spose. If strange is what you want to call it." Harry muttered into his drink before taking another long gulp.
"I'm cutting you off." She said as she took the glass from him. "Harry Potter, you are a barely functioning alcoholic and, you're my best friend I can't stand to see you do this to yourself. Your not even getting drunk off the good stuff, what is this? A cheap pint of beer?" She fell silent just as a slow melancholy song came over the sound system.
"Thank you, Hermione. I jus' think, how different the world would be if it didn't have me in it? You ever wonder tha'?" Hermione reached out and took Harry's hand and gave it a friendly squeeze.
"I wonder it every time you go missing or do something dangerous. I always think how the world would be such a bleak and depressing place and how poor the muggle bartenders would be without you." Harry smiled at the last part and threw the money he owed next to the glass.
"Come on, Mione. It's time to get the hell out of this depressing place." As they stepped out into the fridgid air of winter, Harry watched as his warm breath puffed out into the air creating shapes that only a drunk man could describe. Harry pulled out his wand.
Hermione's hand shot out and caught it "What are you doing? You know the only reason I've been attending all these board meetings at St. Mungo's is to rally votes to make it illegal to apperate while intoxicated! I can't let you do that!" Harry looked at her for a long time.
"Fine."
He put away his wand to let her take out her own. Harry draped his arm around Hermione shoulders and with a crack they disappeared right before it began to snow.
Drake snaked his hand out from underneath the thick comforters, only to pull it back in after feeling the fridgid air of his apartment. Drake pulled the blankets away from his face and yelled "Sam, Turn up the heat! I'm freezing!"
"Sorry, we can't the heater broke, like, a week ago. And I'm sure you would know that if you ever got out of bed. That might help." A girl, with dirty blond hair who was wearing a shirt that looked like she just committed mass murder in it and a pair of jeans with more holes in it than the night sky has stars, walked into the bedroom/living room. "Hey, why don't you get up off the couch for once in your life and help me make breakfast?" She picked up a pillow and gently tossed it on top of him.
Drake heaved himself into a sitting position on the couch. "Fine, what're we making?" He stood and stretched his hands to the ceiling, feeling, and hearing, the bones in his spine crack.
"Today, we will be creating the extremely difficult meal," Sam said as they walked into the kitchen, making a drum roll with her hands on he counter. "omelets!"
"Jeez, how're we going to pull that one off?" Drake took a seat at the counter.
"I dunno, I figured we'd just wing and see what comes of that." Sam shrugged and got out the eggs and a pan that was half the size of a normal one.
"What's up with the shirt? It looks like you just killed a few hundred people in it." Drake began to pick at the cracked and chipping Formica counter.
"Oh, I stole this from Kaliyah. She doesn't care." Sam picked at the shirt for a second and turned back to cracking the eggs. "Did you know she makes shirts like this and sells them? I never knew." She shrugged as she began to beat the eggs furiously.
"You're going a little hard on those eggs aren't you?" A pause punctuated the air. Drake got up from the stool and walked around the counter to her. "What happened? What's wrong?" Drake pulled her hand away from the bowl and whisk. "Hey, spill."
Sam took a deep breath before she started to cry. "Cole broke up with me and, I said I wasn't going to let it bother me and then I woke up this morning and- " Drake wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Drake what the hell? I was going out with him for a year and, that ass just breaks up with me!" She buried her head into his chest.
"'Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.'"
"Screw you and your quotes." She laughed slightly and Drake could feel her smile against his shirt.
"Let's go get some hot chocolate at the cafe. Okay?" He pulled away from her and gave her the best smile he could muster.
"'Kay, let me get my coat." She walked into her room to get it and came out to see Drake holding a big thick leather bound book inches from his nose. "What's up?"
Drake didn't answer at first but when he lowered the book his mouth was open slightly. "I think I know why my father cursed Alexia. Look at this curse," He held the book out to her and she leaned down and began to read it. "It's called The Resrever curse, it reverts whatever subject, mentally or physically, back to there true state."
"That makes no sense, why would he do that?" She looking up from the book.
He pointed down to the page. "It also weakens the immune system, depending on how far you go with them. Some people have died because they've done the curse too many times to make themselves look younger. He knew it wouldn't take much to weaken her because the arrow probably would have killed her anyway, just slower."
"That's terrible but," She sighed knowing they weren't going to be leaving the apartment very soon. "who shot the arrow?"
Drake looked ready to answer but then frowned. He scratched his cheek and then his face brightened. "Wait, where's the Prophet? From yesterday?"
"Right here. Why?" she handed him the paper and he flipped it open to display the front page: "CENTAURS REVEAL ALIGNMENT WITH HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED!"
"I don't know why I didn't see it before. They killed my sister!"
Ron walked as slowly as possible up the rickety, winding stairs of his childhood home. He paused, as usual, on the landing next to Fred and George's old room. The creaked open revealing a thin, pale face with dull, orange hair that was matted to the sides of his face.
"Hel-hello, Ronny-kins, how are you?" Ron heard the words and he knew they were being spoken, but no amount of repeating would make him understand. His dull eyes narrowed slightly before speaking again. "Why don't you come in and see what we've been working on? Free demonstration!" His hand shot out from behind the doorway to catch Ron's own but, Ron backed up just in time bumping against the wall opposite the door.
"No! No, I have to go see Harry. He's feeling a bit under the weather today, so I don't want to keep him waiting. Stay out of trouble." Ron began to walk up the stairs and heard the door close behind him, he glanced back to make sure his brother had not stepped out of the room and was intending to follow him up the winding, rickety stairs.
"Can you imagine? Little Ronald telling us to stay out of trouble? With the mess he's been making throughout the world." There was a pause in which someone could have responded to that but, no one did and the silence was followed by a short bitter laugh.
Ron walked quicker up to the top bedroom of the house, to escape the half conversation with the invisible ghosts. When Ron opened the door room, which up until a few years ago had been everything Chudley Cannons and was now covered in newspaper clippings from around the globe and notes that had been tacked to the wall and in places there was now just writing on the wall, the person on the small cot in the corner of the room began to stir.
"Thank Merlin, I thought you were himagain." Harry muttered when he saw Ron at the door. "Came in here 'bout an hour or two ravin' about some invention of his, the craz-"
"Don't talk about my brother like that, Harry. I don't care who you think you are or, who he thinks he is but he's my brother and I love him. He has more right to be up here than you do, anyway." Ron threw the Daily Prophet at Harry and sat down on the chair next to him. "Ginny's trial is today. It made the front page, all the details are in there. You know, her lawyer called me and told me I should be a character witness for her."
"Ooh, what did you say?" Harry said as he flipped through the paper.
"I said no, because I can't forgive her for what she did. And the fact is she is still going to Azkaban, because she admitted to it and she doesn't show any remorse." Ron threw up his hands and let them fall back into his lap and he shrugged.
Harry flipped to the last page and let it fall to the ground with a thump. "I still can't believe it been three years since," Harry glanced at Ron to see if he was reacting to what he was saying. "she destroyed your mom and dad."
Ron hadn't moved from his position. "Yeah, unbelievable." Ron sighed.
"Yeah." said a third voice from the doorway. The two men looked up to it to see a tattered and worse for wear Percy. "I suppose it's surprising to see me out of their room and knowing who I am." His eyes were hollow and darker than they ever had been before. "So, question. Why didn't any tell me Mom and Dad were dead."
Ron stood up at the same time that Harry leaned back on the cot and picked up the Prophet that had been abandoned earlier. "They're not dead, they're at St. Mungo's, suffering from severe mental instability. The doctors told us that your schizophrenia might take on new levels if you knew about it. They said you might start exhibiting the behaviors of Mom and Dad and no one could take that. I'm sorry I didn't want to take any chances."
"Ron, what happened to our family?"
"We don't have a family anymore, all we have is us three and Hermione."
"Ginny?"
"She's going to Azkaban."
"Why?"
"She killed George, Bill and Charlie, It drove them insane without her even trying." Ron stared down at his feet as Harry continued to, seemingly unaffected by the conversation, flip through the Prophet. Silence stilled the mid-morning, summer air in the room.
"Well," Harry said as he shut the Prophet for the second time that day. "I could go for my usual morning drink." He stood up and walked past Ron and then past bewildered Percy. He made it all the way past the first flight of stairs before he heard two pairs of feet rushing after him.
"Harry, Hermione told me that you're not allowed to drink today." Ron said as he caught up to him.
"Harry, you're an alcoholic?" Percy asked as he caught up to them. Ron shot him a quick look and Percy shrugged.
Harry continued down the stairs. "First, Ron, She's not here so what does she care? Second, Percy, yes, I am and a functioning one to boot." He clicked his tongue as he arrived in the slightly run-down kitchen. He walked over to the fridge, one of the few working muggle things in the entire house, and pulled out a few bottles and began to search the cupboards for clean glasses.
Ron however would take none of this. "Harry, I don't care if Hermione is here or on the other side of the universe, I'm not going to let you drink and that's final." He began to put the bottles back in the fridge only to have Harry's hands, and his eyes, stop him.
"Please, let's at least celebrate the return of your brother with a toast. I promise it's the only one I'll drink all day."
Ron straightened up. "Fine," He put the bottles back on the counter and sighed. "I know your lying, but fine." Harry proceeded to pour the drinks and a grin lit up his face as he slid a glass to Percy and Ron.
He raised his glass. "To the Weasleys. Or what's left of them." He downed the concoction in one gulp. The grin was still plastered one his face as both red-heads brought the drink as far away from them as possible after taking only one sip.
"What is this, Harry?" Percy yelled as he did so.
"Sorry, I should have started you with something lighter." He turned around to the fridge and brought a bottle of vodka, he grabbed the glasses and downed the liquid in both of them so he could pour some in. "Here."
"Thanks, you drunken fool." Ron said as he took the vodka. The promise that Harry had earlier made to Ron was, of course, broken in the hours to come, in which Harry would get both Percy, Ron and himself drunk. Just in time for Hermione to walk in on the three slumped over each other and several different bottles of the alcoholic persuasion.
Not surprisingly enough, at the same time Drake was proceeding to get drunk with Sam at his side. "So what're you gonna do about it? It's not like you can sue them up or anything, they killed your sister and now they're in leauge with the Dark Lord." Sam said before fininshiing off another beer.
"I can't do anything. That's my problem, when I decided to find out who killed my sister, I thought I get someone I could get, like, you know?" Drake took another swig of his beer. "Damn, I have work tonight." He put his head down on the bar and let out a moan. "This is the worst day of my entire life. No, second worst."
"Can't you just call out sick, or something?" Sam said as, she too brought her head down to the cold wood of the bar.
"No, Shelley called me because, Mary couldn't work tonight and they needed a preformer to fill her spot. I can't turn down the extra hours anyway we need it, I pretty sure we just turned all of this month's rent into beer." Drake sat up and finished his beer then signaled for another round. "And this next round is brought to you by the grocery's we won't be buying anytime soon."
"Whatever, who needs food anyway? All we need is each other and Mr. Samuel Adams." Sam said slightly muffled by the bar. The bartender brought more drinks, she sat up and they both began to drink at the same time.
"What do you think I should do for the show tonight?"
"I'll get you dressed up nice when we get home and then you can do your regular show that would be acceptable, I guess." Sam put down the half finished beer. "We need to leave right now if we want to get you all done up by, what time does you shift start?"
"Seven."
"We really got to get going!" Sam pushed herself off the stool and stumbled a little when she hit the ground. "Come on, Drake. We got to do your hair and your make-up. Make you look real girly." She faked a southern accent and giggled a little drunkly. She flipped Drake's long hair over his shoulder and made kissing noises.
The air was frosty when they stepped out of the bar and Drake breathed in the cold air. "This is what my life has come to?" He closed his eyes against the wind that whipped across his face. "All Mother and Father's perfect planning and all I can show for it is a half decent paying job and a slightly alchoholic roommate." A smile lit his face.
"Drake! We need to get back to the apartment right now if you want to have some decent curls by seven." But Sam's anger was only half serious as were a lot of things about her.
"I feel like we got sent to the headmater's office for skipping class." Harry whispered to Ron as all three boys sat on the couch in the living room waiting for Hermione to stop pacing in front them to talk long enough.
Then, Hermione stopped in front of Harry "You told me you were going to stop drinking," The words were quick and curt but , the next ones out of her mouth wavered a little, "I believed you! Harry, I trusted you in our house!" She waved her hand between her and Ron.
"'Mione, don't bring me into this like that!" Ron stood up abruptly.
She rounded on him. "Ron, sit down!" Hermione squeaked. "How was I 'supposed bring you into this'? Like this?" She pushed him down onto couch. "How could you let him drink? You promised me and you agreed that this was best for Harry and the rest of us! And you let your brother, he just found himself! You don't know what this could have done to him, again." She looked like she was about to cry. She put her hand over her mouth and tried to breath. Her voice was almost calm now. "Harry, I know it is hard for you to cope with all the things you have been through but, there are alternate paths for this, this pain and this pressure that you feel." She stared at the floor near his feet.
Harry lifted his dark eyes to her own. "Hermione Granger, you're the same girl I knew when I was eleven." Harry slowly pushed himself off the couch and moved toward the stairs. They were silent until even his footsteps were gone.
Ron stood up and took Hermione in his arms. "It's okay, Babe. He doesn't mean it. I'm sorry for what I did, especially to you Percy." He turned to his older brother. "You okay?"
"I think, I'm better than I've been in a while." A small unsure smile appears on his face but, not for long as they all hear Harry thumping down the rickety stairs.
"Bye, all." His beat up saddlebag was stuffed with all his most prized possesions in it.
"Harry, were are you going?" Ron said upon noticing his bag.
Harry stopped by the door and turned simply stating, "I'm running away."
"You can't just run away from all your problems!" Hermione yelled racing to catch the door that was about to slam behind him with Ron and Percy hot on her heels. The trio stopped halfway through the doorway to watch Harry pull out his wand and turn around to fully face them.
"Why shouldn't I? All the best people do and, anyway I killed Voldermort years ago he no threat to anyone." He raised his wand preparing to apperate out of the Burrow.
"Harry," Hermione yelled stumbling down the stairs. "A dead man poses no threat but, the very real and alive followers he left behind do!" Harry just shrugged.
"I can't help you anymore. My job's done." And with an earsplitting crack, Harry was gone.
The bar was a few mile south of the airport and often brought in weary traverlers from long flights and a few regulars that always came in after a paticulary bad fight with their significant other. The bar also had a small stage in the corner about a foot and a half off the ground floor were the owner, a woman only know as Shelley, would rent it out to preformers as long as there music was acceptable to her. Forunate, for a young girl named Nyoka Delaney who's music was great in Shelley's book. The girl became a regular and was often booked on Wednesdays and any other day that was available. The men adored her and tipped her well so, everyone was happy. This happened to be the place that Harry apperated to that day at exactly seven-thirty.
As he had imagined the place he wanted to go, he had thought of a little hole bar were the only people that went there were reguars and people who'd never go there again. He imagined a little corner were someone was playing guitar that everyone was either completely absorbed in the music or barely listening to it. And that is what he found in this place. As soon as he entered he heard a call for some water "for the very thirsty musical talent in the corner". When the request was met and she began to play again Harry caught a few words of the song from across the room;
"In the lake
You will find me
Behind your house
Behind your house
And from that lake I will remind you,
Of your promises broken
Your cruel words spoken
My ocean is bluer than the heart you had to break
My Sea is deeper than your lake
My sea is deeper than your lake"
The chilling song was out drowned as Harry got closer to the bar and the chatter got louder. He looked up and down quickly spotting the bartender, a chubby man with a good natured smile talking to woman with dirty blond hair. And then he saw the empty stool next to her. He walked over to her and sat down.
"What'll ya have?" He said with hint of a southern accent.
"I'll have a beer, I guess." Harry said.
"Omygosh! You sound just like my roommate did when he first came over to America!" The blond said quickly, grinning. "Where you from?"
"Not anywhere you'd have heard of." Harry said as a brown bottle slid in front of him.
"That is so weird! That's what he said to me and then he ended up telling me eventually. Turns out I hadn't heard of it. By the way, the name's Sam Ince." She stuck out her hand to him.
Harry took her hand and on impulse almost said 'I'm Harry Potter.' But he didn't instead he decided that it would better to reinvent himself completely. "I'm Colby Palmer." When eight-thirty, Nyoka's break, came around She arrived at the bar only to find her seat taken by someone. She tapped her roommate on the shoulder and when she turned around she was met with a very different reaction than was expected.
"Oh, Colby! You have to meet my roommate, Colby this is Nyoka. Nyoka this is, our new friend, Colby." When Colby turned around, Nyoka did not see the cute boy Sam had met, she saw her worst nightmare sitting in a chair with green eyes and black messy hair.
'Thank God, I look like a girl right now.' She thought. "Hello, pleasure to meet you, Colby." She said.
"Look, Ny, Colby doesn't have anywere to stay tonight or in fact the whole time he's gonna be here in America, which he doesn't even know how long he's gonna be here. So I was wondering if he could crash with us for a bit or a while. Is that cool with you?" The two shared an identical semi-drunken grin and Ny just couldn't... say... no.
"Hey, Cavan," she said, speaking for the first time since her encounter with 'Colby Palmer', "can I get some water? I'm going back up there, right now." She got and went back to her stage. The bar was quiet now after a few gentle requests from Nyoka. She sat down at a small piano and began to play. And then she sang.
"Cut yourself in conversaton
Cut a line to make me feel alive
'Cause you know I'm not alive
And leave me with your complications
Take your life, you feel like taking mine
Meeting God, we stand in line, not alone
Nowhere to go, I'm not leaving, not going
I'm not kissing you goodbye
On my own, I'm nothing, just bleeding
I'm not kissing you goodbye
Trust to take the right to leave me
Waiting under dark clouds for the rain
Praying lighting strikes a change..."
The End of Chapter Seven Author's Notes:
Note Number 1: I apoligize for the forever delay with this frickin' chapter I hope it's enough to make up for it...
Note Number 2: At the end when everyone's name are really weird that's for a reason (I don't give out weird names for nuthin'!) Here's what they mean:
Draco:
Nyoka - Snake
Delaney - Enemy's Child
Sam - God's word
Ince - Innocent
Harry:
Colby - Dark Haired
Palmer - Peacemaker
Bartender:
Cavan - Hollow Place
Note Number 3: Sam's first name was given to her before I knew what it ment... So it really has nothing to do with anything but, it almost fits.
Note Number 4: The first song sung by Draco/Drake/Nyoka is called In The Lake by Emilie Autumn and the second song is called Kissing You Goodbye by The Used. I don't own them or the people who wrote them.
Note Number 5: I don't own "Harry Potter and all related themes" mostly its just the books and the movies. Not lot to say about that.
Note Number 6: Happy whatever you celebrate this time of year!
Time Stamp: Finished - 6:29 A.M.