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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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4,672
Reviews:
52
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Welcome to the Black Parade
Author's Note: LINK TO MUSIC!!
---> http://vobbo.com/video/upload/5628/1168567525.mp3
I STRONGLY SUGGEST THAT WHEN YOU GET TO THE LYRICS PART YOU START THE SONG OVER AND GO ALONG. ^__^
----Chapter 3: Welcome to the Black Parade----
Work was as eventful as it always was, meaning it ended with Draco almost bored to tears. Though he usually wanted nothing more than to go home to his mansion and make a nice cup of tea and read a good book before going to sleep only to wake up to the same routine, today he felt somewhat giddy as he left work; something he hadn’t felt in two years.
After consulting himself for a bit in his office alone that day, he had decided he would go buy the first and only album of The End: Savior of the Damned. This decision left him feeling apprehensive, another thing he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Draco apparating to the front of McCorty’s Magically-Enhanced Muggle Items the second he walked out of the wards around his company. He saw a giant poster of The End in the window, advertising their album. Harry winked at him when he entered the store, setting Draco’s heart aflutter. Pushing his heart back down his throat, Draco approached the witch that was sitting behind a clean, shiny counter that matched the rest of the clean, shiny store. This store wasn’t as dingy as the rest of the store in Diagon Alley since it had just been established a year ago ever since some Muggle things like electricity had been introduced to wizards to make their lives easier.
Draco cleared his throat, causing the witch to look up, her brown eyes staring intently at him.
“Uh, I’d like to buy Savior of the Damned, the album by The End.”
The witch stood up, her dark maroon colored robe fluttering around her. She eyed Draco sorrowfully, “I’m sorry, but we’re sold out.”
Draco growled in annoyance, his fairly-happy bubble being popped, “Can I order it? How long will it take to get restocked?”
“Seeing that I already have about half a million orders in for it, I’d need to restock it about thirty something times before getting to you, so about a month. Sorry.”
“A month?” Draco practically screeched.
“Sorry.” The witch, named Caroline McCorty as Draco read on her nametag, sat back down and flipped the magazine she was reading before open.
Draco stormed out of the store, his temper flaring. After exiting, he stood out there looking at the people passing by. He could see that by some force, all their eyes were drawn onto the poster in front of McCorty’s. The poster of Harry. Draco whirled around and stared at the Harry in the poster. He was beaming brilliant smiles at everyone, his fellow band members shuffling around behind him, smiling the same brilliant (but not as brilliant as Harry’s!) smile.
Making up his mind in a second, Draco walked back into the store. He strolled right up to the counter, and cleared his throat again.
Caroline looked up, “Yes, can I help you again?”
“I would like to buy that poster you have hanging on your window. The big giant one of The End.”
The witch examined Draco for a bit, taking in his determined stance and the glare in his eyes. She suddenly broke into a big smile, “Follow me. By the way, it’ll cost ten sickles.”
She stood up and walked briskly towards the front of the store, her shoulder length dark brown hair billowing behind her. Draco followed closely and watched as she peeled the poster off the window (which was instantly and magically replaced by another poster).
“Here you go. Take good care of it. That’s the only poster sized picture so far,” Caroline said smiling, as she handed the poster over.
“Thank you.” Draco said as he handed her the ten sickles. He rolled up the poster and put it inside his robes after shrinking it. He put an hand over it protectively as he Apparated home.
Upon the return to his mansion, he tacked the poster up on the wall in his third-largest living room which was used for personal relaxation. After staring at it for a second, he accio-ed his radio and turned the knob to 106.1 again.
“—an help. Hopefully your friend Jack enjoys this song dedicated to him on his birthday! Without delay, here’s Welcome to the Black Parade (3) by The End, from their first album ever, Savior of the Damned.”
Draco made himself comfortable on the couch as the song started up.
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
He said
"Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?"
Because one day I leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go. Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
When you're gone we want you all to know We'll Carry on,
We'll Carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
Carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I cant contain it
The anthem wont explain it.
And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end
We hear the call to
To carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause
I could not care at all Do or die
You'll never make me
Cause the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
Want it all,
I'm gonna play this part
Wont explain or say I'm sorry
I'm not ashamed,
I'm gonna show my scar
You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only..
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song
Just a man,
I'm not a hero
I -- don't -- care
Carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry
We'll carry on
Just as Boulevard of Broken Dreams had effected Draco, this affected him to, except differently. He felt fire. Fire inside his heart and eyes. This song felt like a challenge to everyone. To see who could make him fall in love.
Draco replayed a part of the song over in his head. This part stood out extremely bold to him.
Cause the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
Want it all,
I'm gonna play this part
Wont explain or say I'm sorry
I'm not ashamed,
I'm gonna show my scar.
Scar. Haha, that scar-head. This song probably symbolized Dumbledore along with himself, Draco thought. Anyways, I’ll prove him wrong. It’s time for my company to take over another company...
With that thought, Draco chuckled a bit to himself before turning off the radio (which had become commercials) and going to bed in anticipation of tomorrow.
----
In another part of England this day, Harry Potter was having a celebration party with his four band members for a concert well done.
“Hey hey, Harry, drink some!” Justin Retcher, the guitarist, gestured for Harry to try some.
“No thanks guys, I’m not much of an alcohol person. Can’t hold much at all,” Harry said, laughing.
“Awww, you’re no fun, Harry! Come on, you deserve a high! Cheers! To The End!” pouted Amy Pink, the bass guitarist, her jet-black hair (even blacker than Harry’s if that’s possible) that reached down to her upper back waving around in her own drunken state. Everyone, including Harry, held up their glasses and toasted themselves. Justin and Amy both downed their whole cup of firewhiskey while Brent Callaway, the drummer, and Regie Grate, the keyboardist, gulped some down, and Harry sipped his childish butterbeer. He never got tired of those.
“What do you say we have a little shopping trip tomorrow in a second day celebration? We can buy some stuff for our tour in France next month,” suggested Amy, still smiling lazily from the alcohol.
“Good idea, Amy,” said Regie, the more mature member of this entire group. His sparkling brown eyes, a shade darker than his hair which was a dirty blond, twinkled at the rest of them.
“God dang it, why does your eye twinkle like that? I want MY eye to twinkle like that!” exclaimed Justin, finally giving in to his drunkenness.
“Why do you want that?” asked Harry.
“AND YOU! Don’t even get me STARTED about you. I’m always second best to you at EVERYTHING! Guitaring, singing, looks, intelligence, sex—” BANG!!
Harry had fell out of his chair. He blinked up at Justin, “S-sex? Godric that surprised me. What makes you think I’m ‘good’ at it?” Harry asked, returning his behind to his chair.
“Well, of course you would be. You have it all. AND DON’T TRY TO DENY IT!” Justin barked when he saw Harry open his mouth in protest.
Harry sighed, “Whatever, Justin.”
Suddenly, Justin burst out laughing. Everyone looked at him quizzically.
“You alright?” Amy asked, scooting further away as if his current insanity was contagious.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh Slazar, did you see Harry’s face when he fell? It was priceless!”
Harry started laughing too and punched Justin in the arm lightly. Brent, the drummer, put his supremely tan arm around Harry.
“Leaving me out of the fight? Not gonna happen,” and he pushed Harry into Justin, making them both fall to the ground. Brent then jumped into the pile and the three started a friendly battle.
Amy laughed as the war continued. Regie just watched on in amusement. Harry, Justin, and Brent finally stopped fighting and ended up just sitting around laughing at each other.
Today was a great day for Harry. A day without surprises (unless you count that sex thing), and completely opposite of what he’ll find out tomorrow from their manager and boss after The End’s shopping trip.
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TBC!! PLZ REVVIIIIEEEWWWWWWWWW or else i'll die in a tragic meteor accident that will coincidentally wipe out all of texas and then kill all the lines that connect your internet. SO HA. review. ^__^
(3) Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance
Replies to Reviews I felt like Replying To:
Stasha: Thanks, I love Boulevard of Broken Dreams too! ^__^ YAY!
vibora: Heheh, I think I'm starting to like this story better than my other one: 'S Whatchall Want, Eh? (yes i'm shamelessly advertising my other story. hehehe.) And yes I know you've read it already, so now I shall say thanks again for reviewing both my stories. ^__^
rafiq: Thanks! I do enjoy making people happy. :)
---> http://vobbo.com/video/upload/5628/1168567525.mp3
I STRONGLY SUGGEST THAT WHEN YOU GET TO THE LYRICS PART YOU START THE SONG OVER AND GO ALONG. ^__^
----Chapter 3: Welcome to the Black Parade----
Work was as eventful as it always was, meaning it ended with Draco almost bored to tears. Though he usually wanted nothing more than to go home to his mansion and make a nice cup of tea and read a good book before going to sleep only to wake up to the same routine, today he felt somewhat giddy as he left work; something he hadn’t felt in two years.
After consulting himself for a bit in his office alone that day, he had decided he would go buy the first and only album of The End: Savior of the Damned. This decision left him feeling apprehensive, another thing he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Draco apparating to the front of McCorty’s Magically-Enhanced Muggle Items the second he walked out of the wards around his company. He saw a giant poster of The End in the window, advertising their album. Harry winked at him when he entered the store, setting Draco’s heart aflutter. Pushing his heart back down his throat, Draco approached the witch that was sitting behind a clean, shiny counter that matched the rest of the clean, shiny store. This store wasn’t as dingy as the rest of the store in Diagon Alley since it had just been established a year ago ever since some Muggle things like electricity had been introduced to wizards to make their lives easier.
Draco cleared his throat, causing the witch to look up, her brown eyes staring intently at him.
“Uh, I’d like to buy Savior of the Damned, the album by The End.”
The witch stood up, her dark maroon colored robe fluttering around her. She eyed Draco sorrowfully, “I’m sorry, but we’re sold out.”
Draco growled in annoyance, his fairly-happy bubble being popped, “Can I order it? How long will it take to get restocked?”
“Seeing that I already have about half a million orders in for it, I’d need to restock it about thirty something times before getting to you, so about a month. Sorry.”
“A month?” Draco practically screeched.
“Sorry.” The witch, named Caroline McCorty as Draco read on her nametag, sat back down and flipped the magazine she was reading before open.
Draco stormed out of the store, his temper flaring. After exiting, he stood out there looking at the people passing by. He could see that by some force, all their eyes were drawn onto the poster in front of McCorty’s. The poster of Harry. Draco whirled around and stared at the Harry in the poster. He was beaming brilliant smiles at everyone, his fellow band members shuffling around behind him, smiling the same brilliant (but not as brilliant as Harry’s!) smile.
Making up his mind in a second, Draco walked back into the store. He strolled right up to the counter, and cleared his throat again.
Caroline looked up, “Yes, can I help you again?”
“I would like to buy that poster you have hanging on your window. The big giant one of The End.”
The witch examined Draco for a bit, taking in his determined stance and the glare in his eyes. She suddenly broke into a big smile, “Follow me. By the way, it’ll cost ten sickles.”
She stood up and walked briskly towards the front of the store, her shoulder length dark brown hair billowing behind her. Draco followed closely and watched as she peeled the poster off the window (which was instantly and magically replaced by another poster).
“Here you go. Take good care of it. That’s the only poster sized picture so far,” Caroline said smiling, as she handed the poster over.
“Thank you.” Draco said as he handed her the ten sickles. He rolled up the poster and put it inside his robes after shrinking it. He put an hand over it protectively as he Apparated home.
Upon the return to his mansion, he tacked the poster up on the wall in his third-largest living room which was used for personal relaxation. After staring at it for a second, he accio-ed his radio and turned the knob to 106.1 again.
“—an help. Hopefully your friend Jack enjoys this song dedicated to him on his birthday! Without delay, here’s Welcome to the Black Parade (3) by The End, from their first album ever, Savior of the Damned.”
Draco made himself comfortable on the couch as the song started up.
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
He said
"Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?"
Because one day I leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go. Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
When you're gone we want you all to know We'll Carry on,
We'll Carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
Carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I cant contain it
The anthem wont explain it.
And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end
We hear the call to
To carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause
I could not care at all Do or die
You'll never make me
Cause the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
Want it all,
I'm gonna play this part
Wont explain or say I'm sorry
I'm not ashamed,
I'm gonna show my scar
You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only..
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song
Just a man,
I'm not a hero
I -- don't -- care
Carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry
We'll carry on
Just as Boulevard of Broken Dreams had effected Draco, this affected him to, except differently. He felt fire. Fire inside his heart and eyes. This song felt like a challenge to everyone. To see who could make him fall in love.
Draco replayed a part of the song over in his head. This part stood out extremely bold to him.
Cause the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
Want it all,
I'm gonna play this part
Wont explain or say I'm sorry
I'm not ashamed,
I'm gonna show my scar.
Scar. Haha, that scar-head. This song probably symbolized Dumbledore along with himself, Draco thought. Anyways, I’ll prove him wrong. It’s time for my company to take over another company...
With that thought, Draco chuckled a bit to himself before turning off the radio (which had become commercials) and going to bed in anticipation of tomorrow.
----
In another part of England this day, Harry Potter was having a celebration party with his four band members for a concert well done.
“Hey hey, Harry, drink some!” Justin Retcher, the guitarist, gestured for Harry to try some.
“No thanks guys, I’m not much of an alcohol person. Can’t hold much at all,” Harry said, laughing.
“Awww, you’re no fun, Harry! Come on, you deserve a high! Cheers! To The End!” pouted Amy Pink, the bass guitarist, her jet-black hair (even blacker than Harry’s if that’s possible) that reached down to her upper back waving around in her own drunken state. Everyone, including Harry, held up their glasses and toasted themselves. Justin and Amy both downed their whole cup of firewhiskey while Brent Callaway, the drummer, and Regie Grate, the keyboardist, gulped some down, and Harry sipped his childish butterbeer. He never got tired of those.
“What do you say we have a little shopping trip tomorrow in a second day celebration? We can buy some stuff for our tour in France next month,” suggested Amy, still smiling lazily from the alcohol.
“Good idea, Amy,” said Regie, the more mature member of this entire group. His sparkling brown eyes, a shade darker than his hair which was a dirty blond, twinkled at the rest of them.
“God dang it, why does your eye twinkle like that? I want MY eye to twinkle like that!” exclaimed Justin, finally giving in to his drunkenness.
“Why do you want that?” asked Harry.
“AND YOU! Don’t even get me STARTED about you. I’m always second best to you at EVERYTHING! Guitaring, singing, looks, intelligence, sex—” BANG!!
Harry had fell out of his chair. He blinked up at Justin, “S-sex? Godric that surprised me. What makes you think I’m ‘good’ at it?” Harry asked, returning his behind to his chair.
“Well, of course you would be. You have it all. AND DON’T TRY TO DENY IT!” Justin barked when he saw Harry open his mouth in protest.
Harry sighed, “Whatever, Justin.”
Suddenly, Justin burst out laughing. Everyone looked at him quizzically.
“You alright?” Amy asked, scooting further away as if his current insanity was contagious.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh Slazar, did you see Harry’s face when he fell? It was priceless!”
Harry started laughing too and punched Justin in the arm lightly. Brent, the drummer, put his supremely tan arm around Harry.
“Leaving me out of the fight? Not gonna happen,” and he pushed Harry into Justin, making them both fall to the ground. Brent then jumped into the pile and the three started a friendly battle.
Amy laughed as the war continued. Regie just watched on in amusement. Harry, Justin, and Brent finally stopped fighting and ended up just sitting around laughing at each other.
Today was a great day for Harry. A day without surprises (unless you count that sex thing), and completely opposite of what he’ll find out tomorrow from their manager and boss after The End’s shopping trip.
-------------------------------------------
TBC!! PLZ REVVIIIIEEEWWWWWWWWW or else i'll die in a tragic meteor accident that will coincidentally wipe out all of texas and then kill all the lines that connect your internet. SO HA. review. ^__^
(3) Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance
Replies to Reviews I felt like Replying To:
Stasha: Thanks, I love Boulevard of Broken Dreams too! ^__^ YAY!
vibora: Heheh, I think I'm starting to like this story better than my other one: 'S Whatchall Want, Eh? (yes i'm shamelessly advertising my other story. hehehe.) And yes I know you've read it already, so now I shall say thanks again for reviewing both my stories. ^__^
rafiq: Thanks! I do enjoy making people happy. :)