AN: Hey guys, again, this is a short chapter, so I will try to up the word count next time. I have also just written the last chapter of this story, however, currently, I am actually nowhere near finishing. I just thought I would be a good idea to get the ending down so I remember the ending when I get there.

Songs used:
Bridge to the Other Side by Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls

To Kill A Dead Woman

Oliver Boyd has gone mad. Somehow, he's accessed your history, and he's now writing songs about it. Here are some of the music and lyric sheets. You could make some use of them.
- Draco Malfoy

Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes at the dramatic blonde boy. He cast the note aside, ignoring the actual letter, and looked over the papers included in the envelope. He took the first lyric sheet and matched it with the music, smiling softly.

The lyrics were simple; not enough for him to complain about. This one was just about the boy who lived, not Harry.

Many people wondered what the difference was, knowing they were the same person. However, Harry wasn't daft. He knew all people saw was the hero that was portrayed in the papers.

The only person that didn't gawp at him when they found out was Mercedes. She wasn't even surprised, she just accepted it instantly, without question. There was no staring or anything. It was like nothing had changed.

That wasn't true, of course. Everything had changed. Now everyone in glee club knew, they were more careful, not wanting to set him off, because they believed one newspaper that they found when doing research to understand him better.

Is the Boy-Who-Lived dangerous?

Harry had read part of the article, curious. Of course, he was dangerous. He had killed people, but it wasn't a choice. He had to kill Voldemort; otherwise, the whole damn world would be destroyed with no one to save it.

Looking over the lyrics, he found many things he didn't like about it, but none of it was actually inaccurate.

He put the sheet down on the table, with the music underneath, ready to try later. He picked up the next one and quirked an eyebrow. Bridge to the Other Side? Oliver had written that one after Sirius' death, obviously from Harry's point of view.

I would build a bridge to the other side
Just so I could spend a little time with you

The words seemed so familiar, and Harry thought of so many people that he couldn't count on both hands. He bowed his head, closing his eyes briefly. He shook his head and dropped the papers on the table, not bothering to make them look neat.

He stepped out the living room, deciding he'd cook dinner slightly early, starting the reading man in the kitchen.

"Hey, I'm going to cook dinner, early, if you don't mind," Harry said, suddenly unsure.

The man nodded, turning to look at Harry, "I don't mind, it doesn't bother me. What was in the envelope?"

Harry chuckled as he opened the overhead cupboard, "A letter that I haven't actually read yet, a note, and a load of music and lyric sheets that Mal-" Harry paused to correct himself, having not quite broken the habit of addressing the snake by his first name, "Draco sent for me to look over. Not that I can read music, but I get the gist."

"Harry! Pay attention!"

A slight memory drifted through his mind, of when Hermione began teaching him how to read music. When Ginny had purposely walked past him, just to wiggle her ass at him, he had lost focus, causing Hermione to snap at him.

As Harry set dinner up, William couldn't help but wonder what the music consisted of, and he knew his curiosity would get the better of him soon or later, but in that moment, he chose to ignore that fact, "Why haven't you read the letter?"

Harry turned to him, smiling, "Because I know that it is going to come with a reason for me to return to England, and I'm not ready. Not yet… Maybe when we eat in 10 minutes."

The comment made Will chuckle, "What are we having for dinner, anyway? Is it another weird, English meal?"

"Scotch eggs are not weird! And nor is a Cornish pasty! And we are having battered cod and chips."

At the teacher's confusion, Harry corrected himself, "Fries. But they are slightly fatter. You and your American language."

Will chuckled. The two remained in silence for the next twenty minutes as the food cooked, Harry fetching the letter off the table, keeping it folded. He placed it on the table, where he would sit, ready to read it.

As they sat down, Will resumed his reading, trying to hide his shock at the tasty meal. It was a lot better than other fried foods as it didn't have the greasiness of it.

Harry picked up the letter, taking slow even breaths, unsure if he really wanted to read it. He unfolded it anyway and began reading.

Dear Harry,

I hope you're alright. Mother and I have just finished packing for our move to Indianapolis. We will be leaving in a week's time, so we'll be there before you even get this letter.

Hogwarts has almost finished being reconstructed, and they are discussing a ceremony to celebrate its re-opening. Obviously, the ministry has decided you must come back to give a big speech and I swear Kingsley is having too much fun watching the workers trying to locate you to tell them that he knows where you are. I almost feel sorry for them. Almost.

So, I'll expect an invite from Kingsley in the next week or so to the opening. Good luck trying to turn that down; it'll really disappoint me to not be able to watch you make an ass of yourself.

In this letter, I include the DVD Hermione asked me to put together a few months before your 17th birthday. As you know, things went to hell, and that never happened, so I finally completed it in her memory. However, may I question why I had to watch you have sex with both Ginevra and Hermione because that was rather off putting!

I hope to see you soon,
Draco Malfoy.

PS: Mother sends her love, and a thank you for saving my life, although I have no idea what she's talking about.

Harry looked up, sighed, folded the letter up and slid it back in the envelope, before saying, "I'm going to kill her."

"Hm?" Will asked, looking up from his book, fork halfway to his mouth, "Who are you going to kill?"

"I'm going to kill a dead woman," Harry said, determinedly, his cheeks a fiery red. Draco Malfoy watched that sex tape? Harry thought it had been destroyed.

"I'm not sure that's how it works, Harry," The man said, unable to keep himself from chuckling at the teen before him.

But Harry turned his glare on the teacher, "I'll make it work. She gave Draco Malfoy that s- video that we all promised to destroy, and now it's preserved forever on this DVD with all other innocent videos!"

Although Harry covered his slip up well, not well enough, and Will knew instantly what was on the DVD. Sex.

The man ignored it, not really wanting to know, and finished his meal. He put his dish into the dishwasher and made his way to the living room to do some paperwork. He saw the papers scattered on the coffee table, and as made his way past to sit down at the desk on the other side of the room, a few words caught his eye and he had to take a step back.

So when Harry joined him half hour later, he couldn't help but ask his question, "Harry, what is a muggle?"

AN: Ooh, cliffhanger... again. Will Harry reveal all, or will he lie his way out? Hope you liked it, and please review.