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Adult +
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8
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11,211
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9
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LIES
MUSIC IS IN OUR VEINS
Chapter 2- Lies
NOTE: ooc
EMAIL AND MSN: black_moore@hotmail.com
www.livejournal. com/draycious
ALSO: Don\'t forget to check out my other stories or my ff. net account; Pure Black.
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CHAPTER 2 (Harry\'s point of view)
Harry sighed deeply. Two weeks had passed since the beginning of the new school year and much had changed. He did not trust Dumbledore nor did he share the old mans beliefs. At least he did not think he did, he was a bit confused on that part. He knew that Dumbledore had lied to him and withheld important information. First now he recognized Dumbledore for who he really was; a manipulative leader for the light. With those facts clear on the table he began to get a certain interest in the other side of the story. He knew Dumbledore’s, but what about Voldemorts? What if Dumbledore had done something to young Tom to make him the person he is today? And yet that did not add up either, why would he want to create a mass murderer? Perhaps that hadn’t been Dumbledores goal, but if it wasn’t, then what was? Harry groaned. He was confusing himself with all the ”what ifs.”
He knew he was in trouble with the light side since he had done the interview and revealed a lot of things to the public, including some Dumbledore bashing. He couldn’t help it through. The frustration had gotten the better of him and he didn’t regret anything he’d said. If anything he thought everyone deserved to know what an asshole Dumbledore was. His so-called friends didn’t seem to agree with him. Three fourths of the school seemed to have taken his critic directed to Dumbledore personally and they was dead set to ignore him or call him names as he passed by. He thought it was utterly ridiculous. The one forth that didn’t jump on the ”make life difficult for Potter” train were the Slytherins. Sure, they did call him names but nothing more than usual. They actually had begun to call him ”their little Slyth in training” just because of the article. What no one yet suspected was that he was starting to loose faith in the light side. Even through everyone was angry at him for making a fool out of Dumbledore they still believed he was their saviour, their chosen one.
As if.
During the summer holidays he had only had to stay at the Dursleys for one week. After that week had passed Dumbledore himself had came and fetched him, much to his displeasure. He had been surprised through, when Dumbledore did not take him to a place he had been to before. No, Dumbledore had apparated them both to a muggle hotel of high standard. Dumbledore told him he’d have to hide there for the rest of the summer. No one was happier than him of course, until Dumbledore told him he’d have two guards after him all the time. So it ended up to be nothing but another summer in imprisonment. That did nothing at all to improve his attitude towards the headmaster.
Too bad for them he had a huge secret that even Dumbledore hadn’t managed to get his hands on.
Harry sighed again and decided to drop the first lesson today. It didn’t much matter what he decided to do, Dumbledore would never kick him out. He was to important and for once in his life he decided to play on his fame. He had to in order to get what he wanted. And what he wanted right now was to get away from Dumbledore; he no longer wanted to be a pawn. After that was accomplished he didn’t know what he was supposed to do, but it would be clear later after the first step was finished. He got up from the couch in the Gryffindor common room and threw on his cloak. It was 06:00 in the morning and he was the only one awake. He went outside on the grounds and went around the castle to its backside. Well there he started to climb up a ladder that was usually invincible, but just like the secret passages it revealed itself if only you had the right password. He had read about the ladder in Snape’s old potions book. He still had it by the way; he had hidden it behind a loose stone in the castle wall on the third floor. It might come in handy one day.
He took a while to climb the ladder because he was going to reach the roof underneath the northern tower. This climb was nothing for those who were afraid of heights.
Finally he was up on the roof, a place he could find a moment of silent and peace. And, of course, it was a brilliant place for smoking illegal substances without getting caught. Yes, Harry Potter, goody all boy was smoking dope. Marijuana or whatever he had for the moment. Just to relax, of course. And he had to admit, he loved it when he got those brainstorms and therefore he always had a notebook and a pen with him. It was funny how many brilliant things you come up with when you were high. Then again, he always felt piss when he was down again. Somehow those high moments made up for what came afterwards. He knew it wasn’t good do deal with drugs but for the moment he didn’t care. He’d have to deal with the consequences later. Besides, it had done nothing to harm him yet and he was convinced he wouldn’t do any heavier drugs, ever. He was content with what he used now.
He had stumbled over them during the summer. It was the one time his guards had failed to watch him closely (Fred and George that time) and he had managed to buy some from the street. Back then he only bought it because he was curious what the fuss was all about. The muggles was always talking about drugs and how bad they were and what they did to you. At the same time those people hadn’t even tested it themselves. Well, some had, but still… Harry didn’t believe what they said until he had tested it himself and first then he would be able to draw his own conclusions and state his own opinion.
He took out a cigarette and lit it with his wand. He then leaned back on his hands with the fag in his mouth. He looked out over the grounds and didn’t see one single person; it was still too early for them to come out. He knew the first ones would come in an hour. That would be the students for the ”crazy animal class,” as he called it.
He thought of maybe doing another interview with The Prophet, but he wasn’t sure. Perhaps sometime when he was all worked up and needed to realise some steam, that or he’d get a shag. He didn’t know yet. Perhaps both.
He breathed out smoke through his nose and felt how his body began to gradually relax. Feeling a sudden burst of inspiration he began to scribble furiously at a poor piece of paper. After a while he was done and watched the result in fascination. It was good. It turned out to be a song about Dumbledore. Him and his stupid ”mind reading”. Invading a person’s privacy was what it really was. That and all the shit he hide, not to mention how he was loosing control over him, Harry. No, Dumbledore didn’t seem to like that at all. He was afraid to loose his tool.
Lies
I would like to search inside
for all of the things that you will hide
What\'s the problem?
Can\'t you seem to
search through these problems that haunt and taunt you
I smile, while you\'re afraid
Your run, while you\'re so in pain
Do you ever see it out from outside your fears
Thinking about your life
Thinking about your inner fears
I would like to search inside
for all of the things that you will hide
What\'s the problem?
Can\'t you seem to open your body and let me touch you
I want to see the life you have disguised
The world of things that hurt you
Kept all these useless lies
I want you to fear, fill you on up inside
Once I took you in, I\'ll throw you out next time
I tried, you win
My life is ripping your heart out and destroying my pain!
Go!
(Written by Korn)
Oh yes, he would sing that one day, and forever make everyone remember what an lying piece of shit Dumbledore really was.
He sneered at the paper; Dumbledore would never see it coming. He’d get his revenge and Dumbledore would be the receiver of his rage.
Chapter 2- Lies
NOTE: ooc
EMAIL AND MSN: black_moore@hotmail.com
www.livejournal. com/draycious
ALSO: Don\'t forget to check out my other stories or my ff. net account; Pure Black.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CHAPTER 2 (Harry\'s point of view)
Harry sighed deeply. Two weeks had passed since the beginning of the new school year and much had changed. He did not trust Dumbledore nor did he share the old mans beliefs. At least he did not think he did, he was a bit confused on that part. He knew that Dumbledore had lied to him and withheld important information. First now he recognized Dumbledore for who he really was; a manipulative leader for the light. With those facts clear on the table he began to get a certain interest in the other side of the story. He knew Dumbledore’s, but what about Voldemorts? What if Dumbledore had done something to young Tom to make him the person he is today? And yet that did not add up either, why would he want to create a mass murderer? Perhaps that hadn’t been Dumbledores goal, but if it wasn’t, then what was? Harry groaned. He was confusing himself with all the ”what ifs.”
He knew he was in trouble with the light side since he had done the interview and revealed a lot of things to the public, including some Dumbledore bashing. He couldn’t help it through. The frustration had gotten the better of him and he didn’t regret anything he’d said. If anything he thought everyone deserved to know what an asshole Dumbledore was. His so-called friends didn’t seem to agree with him. Three fourths of the school seemed to have taken his critic directed to Dumbledore personally and they was dead set to ignore him or call him names as he passed by. He thought it was utterly ridiculous. The one forth that didn’t jump on the ”make life difficult for Potter” train were the Slytherins. Sure, they did call him names but nothing more than usual. They actually had begun to call him ”their little Slyth in training” just because of the article. What no one yet suspected was that he was starting to loose faith in the light side. Even through everyone was angry at him for making a fool out of Dumbledore they still believed he was their saviour, their chosen one.
As if.
During the summer holidays he had only had to stay at the Dursleys for one week. After that week had passed Dumbledore himself had came and fetched him, much to his displeasure. He had been surprised through, when Dumbledore did not take him to a place he had been to before. No, Dumbledore had apparated them both to a muggle hotel of high standard. Dumbledore told him he’d have to hide there for the rest of the summer. No one was happier than him of course, until Dumbledore told him he’d have two guards after him all the time. So it ended up to be nothing but another summer in imprisonment. That did nothing at all to improve his attitude towards the headmaster.
Too bad for them he had a huge secret that even Dumbledore hadn’t managed to get his hands on.
Harry sighed again and decided to drop the first lesson today. It didn’t much matter what he decided to do, Dumbledore would never kick him out. He was to important and for once in his life he decided to play on his fame. He had to in order to get what he wanted. And what he wanted right now was to get away from Dumbledore; he no longer wanted to be a pawn. After that was accomplished he didn’t know what he was supposed to do, but it would be clear later after the first step was finished. He got up from the couch in the Gryffindor common room and threw on his cloak. It was 06:00 in the morning and he was the only one awake. He went outside on the grounds and went around the castle to its backside. Well there he started to climb up a ladder that was usually invincible, but just like the secret passages it revealed itself if only you had the right password. He had read about the ladder in Snape’s old potions book. He still had it by the way; he had hidden it behind a loose stone in the castle wall on the third floor. It might come in handy one day.
He took a while to climb the ladder because he was going to reach the roof underneath the northern tower. This climb was nothing for those who were afraid of heights.
Finally he was up on the roof, a place he could find a moment of silent and peace. And, of course, it was a brilliant place for smoking illegal substances without getting caught. Yes, Harry Potter, goody all boy was smoking dope. Marijuana or whatever he had for the moment. Just to relax, of course. And he had to admit, he loved it when he got those brainstorms and therefore he always had a notebook and a pen with him. It was funny how many brilliant things you come up with when you were high. Then again, he always felt piss when he was down again. Somehow those high moments made up for what came afterwards. He knew it wasn’t good do deal with drugs but for the moment he didn’t care. He’d have to deal with the consequences later. Besides, it had done nothing to harm him yet and he was convinced he wouldn’t do any heavier drugs, ever. He was content with what he used now.
He had stumbled over them during the summer. It was the one time his guards had failed to watch him closely (Fred and George that time) and he had managed to buy some from the street. Back then he only bought it because he was curious what the fuss was all about. The muggles was always talking about drugs and how bad they were and what they did to you. At the same time those people hadn’t even tested it themselves. Well, some had, but still… Harry didn’t believe what they said until he had tested it himself and first then he would be able to draw his own conclusions and state his own opinion.
He took out a cigarette and lit it with his wand. He then leaned back on his hands with the fag in his mouth. He looked out over the grounds and didn’t see one single person; it was still too early for them to come out. He knew the first ones would come in an hour. That would be the students for the ”crazy animal class,” as he called it.
He thought of maybe doing another interview with The Prophet, but he wasn’t sure. Perhaps sometime when he was all worked up and needed to realise some steam, that or he’d get a shag. He didn’t know yet. Perhaps both.
He breathed out smoke through his nose and felt how his body began to gradually relax. Feeling a sudden burst of inspiration he began to scribble furiously at a poor piece of paper. After a while he was done and watched the result in fascination. It was good. It turned out to be a song about Dumbledore. Him and his stupid ”mind reading”. Invading a person’s privacy was what it really was. That and all the shit he hide, not to mention how he was loosing control over him, Harry. No, Dumbledore didn’t seem to like that at all. He was afraid to loose his tool.
Lies
I would like to search inside
for all of the things that you will hide
What\'s the problem?
Can\'t you seem to
search through these problems that haunt and taunt you
I smile, while you\'re afraid
Your run, while you\'re so in pain
Do you ever see it out from outside your fears
Thinking about your life
Thinking about your inner fears
I would like to search inside
for all of the things that you will hide
What\'s the problem?
Can\'t you seem to open your body and let me touch you
I want to see the life you have disguised
The world of things that hurt you
Kept all these useless lies
I want you to fear, fill you on up inside
Once I took you in, I\'ll throw you out next time
I tried, you win
My life is ripping your heart out and destroying my pain!
Go!
(Written by Korn)
Oh yes, he would sing that one day, and forever make everyone remember what an lying piece of shit Dumbledore really was.
He sneered at the paper; Dumbledore would never see it coming. He’d get his revenge and Dumbledore would be the receiver of his rage.