Atlantis

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. Recording rights are property of Island, Republic, Universal, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OoTP,HBP


**A/N Don\'t get scared off by the number of songs in this chapter. Feel free to skip over them and I promise this will be the most songs you will see in one chapter.**

Atlantis - Chapter 1- Vipertooth

The warm afternoon sun beat down on the studious form of Hermione Granger from an oversized window behind her desk. She removed her wool jacket and placed it on the velvet seat behind her before returning to her hunched position over the desk, frantically scribbling notes on the numerous papers cluttering it. The desk itself was a striking contrast to the rest of her spacious office which was neatly organized and well kept. In the far right hand corner sat two burgundy velvet couches separated by an antique tiffany lamp that rested on a fragile looking end table. Her antique office made her look more like a grandmother than a single, twenty -three-year-old.

The breathy voice of Anna Prince, Hermione’s secretary, announced over the intercom, \"Miss Granger, you have a visitor.\"

Irritated by the distraction, Hermione asked curtly, \"Who is it Anna?\"

\"It’s Ginny Weasley, Miss.\" Anna replied.

Aware of how short her best friend’s temper was when she was made to wait, Hermione sighed and said, \"All right, send her in.\"

Within moments of Hermione giving her consent, the door burst open and the fiery redhead appeared and shrieked, \"Oh my God, Hermione! You’ll never believe what I got!\"

Busily attempting to continue her work despite Ginny’s distraction, Hermione lazily replied, \"I’m sure you\'re going to tell me.\" Ginny’s dramatics were nothing new to Hermione. It seemed that since the she had started dating Harry, Ginny had barged into her office on a daily basis proclaiming some monumental event or another had occurred.

Ginny dashed over to Hermione’s desk and proceeded to wave two pieces of paper under her nose so rapidly Hermione was unable to make out what they said.

Before Hermione could ask, Ginny shouted, \"It’s two front row tickets to Vipertooth! Can you believe it? Witch Weekly is sending me to do a story on Vipertooth!\"

Hermione chuckled as she said, \"Considering you’re a writer for that rag, I’m not surprised, I had assumed it was part of your job.\" On numerous occasions Hermione had voiced her opposition to Witch Weekly. The fact that Ginny worked there did nothing, in Hermione’s eyes, to change her opinion of the magazine. It had repeatedly run negative stories about her, ranging from \'How to End Up a Lonely Spinster\' to \'How to Ride on Your Best Friends Coat Tails into Office\'. The latter was the most hurtful.

After Harry had defeated Voldemort, he had been immediately hoisted into the position of Minister of Magic upon completing his final year at Hogwarts; unseating the newly reinstated yet incompetent Fudge. With the pureblood tension still palpable, and cries for a second war being heard, the people needed a leader. Overwhelmed by the position, Harry had practically begged Hermione to be his second as Deputy Mistress, while asking Ron to take over as Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

\"Hermione, this is an enormous opportunity for me. This is Vipertooth’s last tour. I could sell these tickets for 5000 galleons apiece or more, but instead I’m asking you to go with me. Will you please?\" Ginny pleaded.

Hermione furrowed her brow, asking, \"Why doesn’t Harry go with you to this WiperBooth concert?\"

\"It’s Vipertooth Hermione. I can’t believe you you have no idea who they are! They’re the most popular band to hit the wizarding world in a century!\"

\"Anyway, Harry can’t go\" Ginny finished with a frown.

\"Why not?\" Hermione queried.

Ginny whispered, \"His Aunt Petunia is in the hospital and it doesn’t look good.\"

\"Oh, sorry. I didn’t know. That still doesn’t explain why you’d want me to go. I have no clue who this band is and I’m terribly busy with work at the moment,\" Hermione stated, in a harried voice.

\"That’s exactly why I want to take you, Hermione. When was the last time you did anything fun? When was the last time you saw people you didn’t work with? When was the last time you had a date?\" Ginny rattled off the questions with her hands on her hips. Ginny had that stubborn tilt to her chin that reminded people she was definatly Molly Weasley’s daughter.

Feeling the anger bubbling within her, Hermione replied, \"I don’t see how any of that is your business, Ginny!\" With her brows furrowed, Hermione reached for her cup of water, and took a sip.

\"Hermione, please do something fun for one night. This really means a lot to me. This story could make my career, but Harry won’t let me go alone. So, will you come with me?\" Ginny begged, with her eyes wide and her hands clenched before her.

\"Fine! If it will get you out of my office so I can get some work done, I’ll go. When is concert anyway?\" Hermione asked, with some asperity.

\"Tonight!\" Ginny replied gleefully, bouncing on her toes.

Hermione spat her mouthful of water.

\"Tonight! Ginny, I have nothing to wear and I’m too busy today to go shopping!\"

Ginny giggled, \"Just stop by my house tonight after work. I’ve got the perfect outfit for you! Then we can Apparate from there.\"

Ginny turned to walk out the door before Hermione could register any further complaints.

Hermione asked, \"Where is this concert at anyway?\"

A sly grin crossed Ginny’s lips as she replied, \"Atlantis,\" before closing the door on her way out.

\"Atlantis,\" Hermione groaned as she went back to the stack of papers cluttering her desk.


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All around the girls the glittering lights of Atlantis shimmered, For thousands of years Atlantis beginnings served as a safe haven for witches and wizards of the ancient world. When Muggle\'s prying eyes learned to many of the isles secrets it became nessisary to use repellant charms to keep out the unwelcome, the stories of Atlantis’ became lore. With the establishment of wizarding schools, and changes in society, most witches and wizards left the safety of the island in search of adventure in the outside world.

Over time the once tranquil island slowly turned into a den of iniquity. Witches and wizards seeking pleasures of the flesh slowly began to congregate on the island. Over time, capitalist movements were made to take advantage of this phenomenon. Hotels, casinos,and brothels sprung from the once harmonious island sanctuary.

Along the bustling streets and alleyways, bright iridescent lights advertised the names of imposing buildings; each device larger than the one before, as if the buildings themselves were fighting to be the biggest, brightest, and loudest of the lot. The streets echoed with the sounds of gambling, cheering, and most of all with laughter. From the drunkard so intoxicated he filled the streets with the smell of fire whisky as he passed, to the elderly witch or wizard laughing merrily as they pumped sickle after sickle into the flashing machines, everyone here seemed to be happy.

Drawn into the excitement that was Atlantis, Hermione asked herself, \'If everyone here is happy, why is it that I’m miserable?\'

\"Ginny, how did I let tal talk me into this?\" Hermione growled as she fought with the end of the slinky, black leather dress Ginny had chosen for her. The dress inched its way further up her body with each step she took, leaving Hermione feeling incredibly exposed.

Ginny’s eyes sparkled as she took in the sights around her. \"Isn’t it amazing Hermione? The lights, the laughter, the music, how can you not be happy in a place like this?\" she asked. Her similar black leather dress hung loose on her straight frame in a relaxed fashion.

Hermione glared at her friend as she replied, \"Probably because this dress you gave me is dangerously close to giving someone a free peek at my arse. Oh, that, and remembering that I am surrounded by the worst elements of the wizarding world!\"

\"Lighten up Hermione. We’re here to have fun and in case you forgot, this is all perfectly legal and Ministry sanctioned.\" Ginny laughed as she managed to further infuriate the normally cool, calm, and collected Hermione Granger.

\"Where are we going anyway? These heels are killing me!\" Hermione grumbled as she made her way shakily along the path, unaccustomed to prancing about in six-inch stilettos.

\"Not much farther. See that Dragon up ahead?\"

Hermione nodded as she spotted the bright green, iridescent stone dragon that marked the entrance to an impressive building. \"That’s where the concert is: The Dragon’s Den. It’s one of the hottest venues here. They have the best nightclub around back called ‘The Dungeon’.\" Ginny informed her irritated friend with an amused glance.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she asked, \"How often do you come here, Ginny?\"

The red-head blushed as she replied, \"Enough! And before you say anything, Harry was always with me.\"

Before Hermione was able to ask any further questions, they reached the doorway to The Dragon’s Den. The large metal doors swung open to reveal an enormous room filled with poker machines, card tables, and enormous pensive-like pools, treating onlookers to scenes of everything from dragon races to wizarding duels for people to wager on. The ceiling was enchanted to look like a thunderstorm was passing overhead which added to the exciting, yet eerie atmosphere. All around the room, dragon heads of every size, shape, and colour could be seen and felt. Their eyes seemed to radiate life, as if they were watching you and not the other way around.

Ginny took hold of Hermione’s arm and unceremoniously dragged her toward the doorway on the other side of the room muttering, \"Hurry up Hermione. The show is about to start. I don’t want to be late.\"

In fact, the girls were amongst the last few to enter the concert. All around them, thousands of screaming witches and wizards were chanting \"Vipertooth! Vipertooth! Vipertooth! Vipertooth!\"

Luckily, the girls found their seats by the edge of the stage just as the sounds of thunder boomed through the amphitheatre, signalling the start of the concert. This was followed by the inevitable whoops, whistles, and cheers of the fans. Across the stage, a thick mist was swirling while the sounds of thunder grew louder until broken by an earth-shattering roar. Instantly the stage was surrounded by fire and in the centre stood four masked men. The amphitheatre shook as if trembling in fear, sending a delicious tremor through the awe-struck crowd.

The drummer sat behind an impressive looking set of drums on a levitating platform high above the other band members. His hair was a shimmering purple and, despite being partially hidden behind his drum set, his broad chest was plainly visible as he sat shirtless.

The other members were no less dramatic looking with their vibrant black and green streaked hair. As the band began to play a haunting tune, another burst of flame spewed toward the ceiling, and from it flew a dark angel.

He wore tight, black leather pants outlining the strong lean lines of his legs. An unbuttoned black shirt hug loosely over his torso, exposing his well-defined chest and abs already glistening with sweat his mask was different from the others\'. Where theirs looked like multicoloured paint covering their eyes, his looked like finely sculpted plastic. It was decorated with an intricate design that hid his eyes and much of his face. His soft, platinum-blonde locks hug loosely across his face; strands already sticking to his brow with sweat.

It was his glittering black wings that caught the most attention though, when they spread shimmering as the lights reflected onto them to full length as he gracefully stepped down upon the stage. He raised his arms above his head, as if in supplication of some unknown god, and the black wings burst into iridescent blue flame. He threw back his head and howled as the wings disappeared, before lowering his arms as he bowed his head.

The crowd cheered even louder as the music began again and their ‘Dragon Prince’ looked up, his grey eyes appearing to pierce each of their souls, before he opened his mouth and began to sing.

A hundred days have made me older

since the last time that I saw your pretty face

A thousand lights had made me colder

and I don’t think I can look at this the same

But all the miles that separated

They disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face

I’m here without you, baby

but your still on my lonely mind

I think about you, baby

and I dream about you all the time

I’m here without you, baby

but your still with me in my dreams

And tonight it’s only you and me

The miles just keep rolling

as the people passing by me say hello

I\'ve heard this life is overrated

but I hope that it gets better as we go

I’m here without you, baby

but your still on my lonely mind

I think about you, baby

and I dream about you all the time

I’m here without you, baby

but you’re still with me in my dreams

And tonight girl it’s only you and me

Everything I know and anywhere I go

it gets hard but, it won’t take away my love

And when the last one falls, when it’s all said and done

it gets hard but, it won’t take away my love

I’m here without you, baby

but you’re still on my lonely mind

I think about you, baby

and I dream about you all the time

I’m here without you, baby

but your still with me in my dreams

And tonight girl it’s only you and me (1)

The theatre shook with the sound of screaming fans. In a satiny voice laced with sexiness, he spoke to the crowd.

\"Hello everyone! Have you come to hear the dragon roar?\"

Loud shouts and cheers shook the amphitheatre until he finally threw back his head, becoming a silhouette of shadow in the changing stage lights. The Dragon roared like his namesake in a erinering, throaty crescendo of sound thrilling his delighted fans. He stepped back into the light and flashed a feral grin at the cheering masses before continuing in a caressing whisper. \"Here’s \'Always\'.\"

I hear... a voice say, \"Don\'t be so blind\"

It’s telling me all these things

That you would probably hide

Am I... your one and only desire?

Am I the reason you breathe?

Or am I the reason you cry?

Always... always... always... always... always... always... always

I just can\'t live without you

I love you

I hate you

I can\'t get around you

I breathe you

I taste you

I can\'t live without you

I just can\'t take any more

This life of solitude

I guess that I’m out the door

And now I’m done with you

I feel... like you don\'t want me around

I guess I’ll pack all my things

I guess I’ll see you around

Its all... been bottled up until now

As I walk out your door

All I hear is the sound

Always... always... always... always... always... always... always

I just can\'t live without you

I love you

I hate you

I can\'t get around you

I breathe you

I taste you

I can\'t live without you

I just can\'t take any more

This life of solitude

I guess that I’m out the door

And now I’m done with you

I love you

I hate you

I can\'t live without you

I left my soul around your heart

Why would you tear my world apart?

Always... always... always... always

I see... the blood all over your hands

Does it make you feel... more like a man

Was it all... just a part of your plan

The wand\'s shakin\' in my hands

And all I hear is the sound

I love you

I hate you

I can\'t live without you

I breathe you

I taste you

I can\'t live without you

I just can\'t take any more

This life of solitude

I guess that I’m out the door

And now I’m done with you

I love you

I hate you

I can\'t live without you

I love you

I hate you

I can\'t live without you

I just can\'t take any more

This life of solitude

I pick myself off the floor

And now I’m done with you

Always

Always

Always (2)

Once again the cheers rang out. While gazing out at the crowd his eyes locked on the brunette in the first row before he simply said, \"This is for the one that got away. This one’s for you, Mi.\"

Hermione’s eyes narrowed, as for the first time that night, her soft brown eyes locked on stormy grey. The world melted away as he sang:

Baby\'s black balloon makes her fly

I almost fell into that hole in your life

And you\'re not thinking \'bout tomorrow

\'Cause you were the same as me

But on your knees

A thousand other boys

Could never reach you

How could I have been the one?

I saw the world spin beneath you

And scatter like ice from the spoon

That was your womb

Comin\' down the world turned over

And angels fall without you there

And I go on as you get colder

Or are you someone\'s prayer

You know the lies

They always told you

And the love you never know

What\'s the things

They never showed you

That swallow the light from the sun?

Inside your room, yeah

Comin\' down the world turned over

And angels fall without you there

And I go on as you get colder

Always someone

And there\'s no time left for losin\'

When you stand they fall

Comin\' down the world turned over

And angels fall without you there

And I go on as you get colder

All because I\'m

Comin\' down the years turn over

And angels fall without you there

And I\'ll go on to

Bring you home and

All because I\'m

All because I\'m

And I\'ll become

What you became to me (3)

The moment the song finished, the trance was broken, and the soft beat gave way to a more primal, pounding and angry song.

I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard

Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everybody can see

these scars

I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel

But it\'s like no matter what I do, I can\'t convince you, to just believe

this is real

So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do

Face away and pretend that I\'m not

But I\'ll be here \'cause you\'re all that I got

I can\'t feel the way I did before

Don\'t turn your back on me

I won\'t be ignored

Time won\'t heal this damage anymore

Don\'t turn your back on me

I won\'t be ignored

I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident

Cause you don\'t understand I do what I can but sometimes I don\'t make

sense

I am what you never wanna say but I\'ve never had a doubt

It\'s like no matter what I do I can\'t convince you for once just to hear

me out

So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do

Face away and pretend that I\'m not

But I\'ll be here \'cause you\'re all that I\'ve got

I can\'t feel the way I did before

Don\'t turn your back on me

I won\'t be ignored

Time won\'t heal this damage anymore

Don\'t turn your back on me

I won\'t be ignored

(No)

(Hear me out now)

(You\'re gonna listen to me, like it or not)

(Right now)

(Hear me out now)

(You\'re gonna listen to me, like it or not)

(Right now)

(I can\'t feel the way I did before)

(Don\'t turn your back on me)

(I won\'t be ignored)

I can\'t feel the way I did before

Don\'t turn your back on me

I won\'t be ignored

Time won\'t heal this damage anymore

Don\'t turn your back on me

I won\'t be ignored

I can\'t feel the way I did before

Don\'t turn your back on me

I won\'t be ignored

Time won\'t heal this damage anymore

Don\'t turn your back on me

I won\'t be ignored

I can\'t feel

I won\'t be ignored

Time won\'t heal

Don\'t turn your back on me

I won\'t be ignored (4)

\"This is the last song for tonight guys.\" The crowd moaned that the end was so near, but as the soft melody started wrapping itself through the masses, they calmed. The dragon softly sang:

There\'s another world inside of me that you may never see

There\'s secrets in this life that I can\'t hide

Well somewhere in this darkness there\'s a light that I can\'t find

Well maybe it\'s too far away

Or maybe I\'m just blind

Maybe I\'m just blind

So hold me when I\'m here

Right me when I\'m wrong

Hold me when I\'m scared

And love me when I\'m gone

Everything I am

And everything in me

Wants to be the one you wanted me to be

I\'ll never let you down

Even if I could

I\'d give up everything

If only for your good

So hold me when I\'m here

Right me when I\'m wrong

Hold me when I\'m scared

You won\'t always be there

So love me when I\'m gone

Love me when I\'m gone

When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin

I won\'t tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends

Roaming through this darkness, I\'m alive but I\'m alone

And part of me is fighting this

But part of me is gone

So hold me when I\'m here

Right me when I\'m wrong

Hold me when I\'m scared

And love me when I\'m gone

Everything I am

And everything in me

Wants to be the one you wanted me to be

I\'ll never let you down

Even if I could

I\'d give up everything

If only for your good

So hold me when I\'m here

Right me when I\'m wrong

Hold me when I\'m scared

You won\'t always be there

So love me when I\'m gone

Love me when I\'m gone

Maybe I\'m just blind

So hold me when I\'m here

Right me when I\'m wrong

Hold me when I\'m scared

And love me when I\'m gone

Everything I am

And everything in me

Wants to be the one you wanted me to be

I\'ll never let you down

Even if I could

I\'d give veryverything

If only for your good

So hold me when I\'m here

Right me when I\'m wrong

Hold me when I\'m scared

You won\'t always be there

So love me when I\'m gone

Love me when I\'m gone,

Love me when I\'m gone,

When I\'m gone

When I\'m gone

When I\'m gone (5)

Hermione felt unsettled and couldn’t wait to leave, but as the girls were departing, a burly guard demanding Hermione’s attention blocked their path. Shoving a laminated backstage pass with a glistening green dragon on the front into her hand, the guard stared at Hermione and spoke in a grave voice.

\"This is for you. Take it to the red door on your left after exiting the building.\" Confused, Hermione nodded and continued out the door. Once outside Ginny began to jump up and down and giggle with happiness. \"What’s your problem Ginny?\" Hermione asked impatiently.

\"Don\'t you realize what you have? You\'ve been given a backstage pass! Do you realize how rare that is? I was wracking my brain trying to figure out a way to get close enough to the band to ask them some questions and you just got handed the golden ticket!\" Ginny announced, still overjoyed at the pair’s good fortune.

\"Look Ginny, I’m not some groupie, I have work tomorrow and I just want to get home. Can we just forget about all this?\" Hermione pleaded.

A frown crossed Ginny’s face as she replied, \"How can you say that you want to go home? Tonight was amazing! The songs…that voice…that body... Aren’t you just dying to see him up close?\"

\"Who?\" Hermione asked.

\"’Who?’ she asks! The Dragon, silly! Remember, Mr. tall, blonde, and handsome? Ringing any bells? Surely even you had to fall for those forlorn grey eyes of his!\" Ginny rattle wit with a dreamy look on her face.

\"No, I don’t see what all the fuss is about over some whiny prat, going on and on about some lost love. He can\'t be anything special if he couldn’t keep the girl he wanted. He’s probably just some arrogant, selfish bastard.\" Hermione muttered as she started walking in the direction of the nearest floo station.

\"Hermione, wait! Please come with me. I’ll never ask you to do anything again. If you want to be a hermit for the rest of your life I’ll support it, but please just go in there with me.\" Ginny begged.

\"AHHHH. Fine, but I’m not staying all night.\" Hermione declared.

The girls made their way to the red door only to find it locked.

\"See, it was a joke! Let’s just go.\" Hermione said. But before she could leave, the door swung open and an elegant looking woman with long black hair stepped out.

She looked at the two before her eyes rested firmly on Hermione. She looked her up and down before saying with a bored drawl,

\"Well, I’ll give him this: at least this one comes damn close to the original.\"

Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she asked, \"Comes close to the original what?\"

\"Oh, feisty too! You’re perfect. Never could figure his thing for the librarian type, but it’s his fetish not mine.\" She pulled Hermione by the arm to the door. As an afterthought, she turned and said to Ginny, \"She’ll be home by tomorrow. I’ll send Vincent out if you need help getting home.\"

Ginny looked dumbstruck while Hermione boiled with rage.

Yanking her arm back from the women, she yelled, \"I am going home now! I only came here for her, so if she’s not going in then neither am I!\"

With open mouths, both Ginny and the black haired vixen looked at Hermione in shock. The assistant gathered her wits first, as she said, \"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Only one girl per show is allowed to see the Dragon and to my knowledge, no one has ever refused or left unhappy.\"

Her words caused Hermione scowl even harder as she curtly replied, \"Well then, I guess that makes me the first. Tell the Dragon to shove it up his–\"

Her last words were cut off as Ginny clamped a hand over Hermione’s mouth, turning to the annoyed assistant.

\"Can you give us just a moment?\"

The woman nodded and Ginny proceeded to drag Hermione off into the corner where she barraged her with questions, \"What the hell do you think your doing? Why are you throwing away this opportunity? Didn’t you hear her? He only chooses one girl a night and it was you!\"

\"Fine, you take it then. I’m not somebody’s prize, Ginny. If you want it so bad, you go, but I’ll have no part in it. I doubt that tea and idle chit chat are on the menu for the evening.\" Hermione snarled.

From the look on Ginny’s face she knew arguing a lost cause. She threw the backstage pass on the ground and marched off toward the floo station, so angry that she failed to notice the skimpy dress, which had been fighting to creep it’s way up her body, had finally succeeded and she was now flashing a bit of cheek.

Ginny was torn. Her best friend was leaving angry over the backstage pass that lay discarded on the floor. Her desire to run after her, though, was overridden by her desire to get the story waiting behind that red door. As she reached down to pick up the pass, her only thought was, \'I hope she can forgive me.\'

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Next chapter: The PMS squad, secrets from the past are quickly forgotten.

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This is my only work under the name of LooneyBinns, my other works can be found under the name of Hunnypeach (please be gentle). I would like to thank Nual the Countess Vamphyra for her insperation of Draco the Rockstar. Anyone who hasn\'t already read Rebirth of Lucifer should read it now! Also big thanks to Peeves, Nearsighted Nelly, and Myrtle for their betaing and ideas help, as well as Nearly Headless Nick for sharing my love of DM/HG.

Song Credits
1. Three Doors Down-Here Without You: Republic and Universal Records
2. Saliva-Always: Island Records
3. Goo Goo Dolls-Black Ballon: Warner Brothers Inc
4. Linkin Park-Faint: Warner Brothers Inc
5. Three Doors Down-When I\'m Gone: Republic and Universal Records

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