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Adult ++
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8
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Chapter 3: Remembering and Speeches
Underestimated
A/N: WHOA! Another chapter!!!!…Hope you enjoy! I don’t own anything but the plot!
Summary: It’s dangerous to underestimate some one, deadly if you keep doing it. Harry has learned how dark the light side can be and now Harry is pissed. Dark Harry.
Pairings: Nope, not gonna give it away just yet...better yet, lets play a guessing game, and let me know who you think after this chapter ends.
Last Chapter: “Yes, I am quite pleased with the way the day turned out, and in response to your other statement, I could give a rat’s ass if I’m remembered well. You people amaze me, really…when it was my life, you didn’t seem to feel any semblance of guilt, but yet that’s the first thing you try and lay on my shoulders. Well, how does it feel to be the ones manipulated and controlled…welcome to life as Harry Potter. It’s not so great, is it Ron? As a matter of fact, it pretty much sucks doesn’t it.” finished Harry.
“Yes” was the one word response whispered by the now defeated Ron.
“On that note, Tom, Lucius, Manuel, Blaise, Draco…thank you for your support today and I’ll see you later this evening. I have to go get my dress robes now or my date will kill me.” and with a wink to said date, Harry turned and left without another word or look at the Light side.
Chapter 3: Remembering and Speeches
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Later that same evening at the Ministry:
“Mr. Potter…I was not expecting to see you here this evening.” stated a surprised and still angry Dumbledore upon seeing Harry enter the Ball Room within the Ministry.
“Yes, I know.” was Harry’s simple retort, the disgust for the older man apparent in just those few words.
“I was under the impression that this was a Wizengamot function, open only to those who are members. I was not informed that the general public would also be invited.” stated the confused Supreme Mugwump.
“As you are not privy to my comings and goings any longer, it is not surprising that you are ill informed.” refuted Harry, a deviousness behind those emerald eyes that looked quite out of place in Dumbledore’s opinion, despite the whole ‘Peace Pact’ fiasco from earlier.
Looking at the young man with hardened eyes, Albus said, “I’m afraid that I will have to ask you to leave as you’re not a participating member of the Wizengamot, Mr. Potter. Being the Supreme Mugwump of this governing body, I know who is and who is not meant to be here…regardless of their stature in society.”
Allowing his earlier smirk to broaden just enough as to send shivers through the old man, Harry retorted, “Trust me…Albus…I have just as much right to be here as you do…if not more.” And with one last contemptuous look, Harry turned and left a flabbergasted Mugwump to stew at his implied meaning.
As Harry made his way over to friendlier territory, he mused on how this day had come about…how it all started.
FLASHBACK - November, 1996
“Potter!!” shouted Draco, seeing the figure he was pursuing turn the corner up ahead.
Having heard his name called, Harry stopped and warily waited for the blond aristocrat to catch up. Once Draco had rounded the corner, Harry coldly asked, “What do you want, Malfoy?”
Giving the Boy-Who-Lived a scathing look, Draco Malfoy stepped forward into Harry’s personal space, so as not to be overheard, and while slipping a note into his rucksack quietly said, “It’s in your best interest to read it, Potter.” And without anything further, stepped back and continued on his way, a small smirk playing on his lips as he did so.
Finding an empty classroom just up the corridor from where he stood, Harry entered then sealed the door and cast several silencing and proximity wards before fishing the note from his sack. It read:
November 18, 1996
Mr. Potter
I know you have no reason to trust in the words that will follow; however, what I have to say is very important to both myself, and you. It has come to my attention that not all is what it seems on the side of the Light. After recently visiting my vaults within Gringotts Bank, I have come across some surprising information concerning the both of us that I believe you should be made aware of.
Be not afraid that this is another offer to join my side of this war, as I have a strong feeling that in the very near future, this war will be no longer. As to why I feel this way, let me just say that talks between the “leaders” have been started and without giving any details, a “peaceful” end to this war is afoot. Having said this, you will not be pleased with the way this peace is to be achieved, as it involves you directly, I felt you should be made aware.
Why am I being so forthcoming? As I said before, I have some new and interesting information that I believe will answer all your questions about why I have taken the first step at contacting you in this manner. I will not go into any detail in this letter but to say that at your earliest convenience, you need to go to Gringotts and search your vaults. Bring your goblin advisor with you and tell him you are looking for your mother’s personal belongings.
It is in your mother’s line that the truth lays within, Mr. Potter. I assure you this is not an attempt to lure you away from the safety of Hogwarts. At the bottom of this letter is my oath to assure your safety, along with a drop of my blood sealing said oath. Once you have completed your search, if you feel as I do, contact me and we can discuss what I know you will find.
Until then,
Thomas Marvolo Riddle
I, Thomas Marvolo Riddle, do swear on my magic that I, and all those who follow me, will cease all aggression towards Mr. Harry James Potter for exactly 45 days from the date of this letter. So Mote It Be.
P.S. The length of this oath should give you ample time to get to Gringotts over the Yule Holiday. Do not waste this opportunity to know the truth, Mr. Potter.
To say that Harry was surprised by the letter would be an understatement, but none the less, he was shocked by his own interest in what was stated. ‘What’s in my vault… WAIT! Tom said vaults not vault! What’s going on? More importantly, what will I find?’ Harry mused, rereading the letter again before leaving the empty room and making his way to his next class.
It took several days to convince those who thought they knew what was best that he was leaving Hogwarts over the Yule break, but in the end, after conceding to staying with the Weasley’s with extra guards, Harry got his way. So it was, on December 18, exactly one month to the day from the letter, that Harry snuck out of the Burrow at 5:00 am and made his way to Gringotts, where he had prearranged a meeting for 5:15am.
What he found was indeed informative, if not heartbreaking at the same time. The lies and deception found within his mother’s papers left Harry little option but to contact his enemy turned uncle.
END FLASHBACK - August 1, 1997 at the Ministry
It was a hand on his arm, in an attempt to get his attention, which brought Harry back to the present. “Mr. Potter! How good of you to come…and on such short notice.” simpered the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
“Good evening, Minister.” said Harry a little coolly, and then continued “Is the big announcement speech ready?”
“Yes, yes, it’s all set. There was even enough time to have my good friend Lucius look it over. He is always good at these sort of things, you know.” said a beaming Fudge.
Giving a knowing smirk, Harry replied, “Yes, I’m sure he is. If you will excuse me, Minister, I need to seek the whereabouts of my date for this evening.”
“Of course, Mr. Potter, do enjoy the celebration.”
“I plan on it.” And with that, Harry continued on his way.
A few moments later, Harry walked into his group of allies and was assaulted by a slightly miffed younger Malfoy, “There you are! It took you long enough to get over here.”
“I know, Draco. But as you know, it takes time to finagle your way through a crowd when those you would rather not see keep looking to be seen.” said Harry, giving a knowing look over his shoulder, spotting both Fudge and Dumbledore staring at him.
“What did they want?” asked Lucius, looking for all the world as if this event was a chore, not a celebration.
Giving a graceful one shoulder shrug to emphasize his lackluster view on what had transpired, Harry responded, “Well, the old man just wanted to strut his supposed authority over all by insinuating that my attendance here was prohibited. Needless to say, I ignored his desire for me to leave by stating that I had just as much right to be here as he did…if not more. And Fudge…well; he was doing his usual brown nosing. He was actually celebrating your merits, Lucius…and how good of you to find time to help out an old friend in his hour of need.”
Lucius, with a smirk firmly in place said, “It was, wasn’t it. So much for Mr. Weasley going down in history as the savior of our great wizarding nation.”
“I can’t wait to hear your edited version. On another note, has anyone seen my lovely….” started Harry, while looking around the enormous hall, only to be cut off by the stunning vision he had been inquiring about when said person walked in.
Without another word added, Harry turned from his group and made it across the room to the grand staircase as his date descended on the arm of her father. Meeting them at the bottom, Harry gave Manuel a bow then took her hands in his and with awe lacing his words he whispered, “By Merlin Blaise, Lle naa vanima. Cormamin lindua ele lle.”
Giving him a smile, the one that can only be given to someone your heart belongs to, Blaise responded, “Diola lle, A'maelamin.”
Beautiful did not do Blaise justice as the whole assembly looked on as if a queen had entered the room. She wore a champagne colored silk gown that had a low cut bust with spaghetti straps and a black lace diamond and pearl beaded bodice that hugged her small frame and accentuated her feminine figure. The two together, with Harry in his formal black robes with champagne tie and cummerbund along with his diamond and pearl cufflinks to accent Blaise’s flowing gown, could only be described as regally breathtaking.
Once again the Minister made his way over; swooning over the smashing couple as well as Blaise’s politically powerful and wealthy beyond the normal wealthy father. After the introductions and greetings were complete, the event really started when the orchestra started up and many couples began making their way to the dance floor.
A few dances later, Harry was approached by the maestro who asked, “Mr. Potter, it has come to my attention that you play the piano and sing exceptionally well. I was wondering if you would be willing to perform a song or two for this assembly?”
“Who, might I ask gave you this bit of information?” asked Harry, not at all comfortable with playing for a public audience. Harry always viewed his music as personal and private…a means of therapy for his soul and was unsure if he wanted to share this side of himself with all those in attendance.
“I came upon this knowledge accidentally…I over heard a few people earlier speaking in awe about your abilities. I did not mean to offend you, if that is what I have done.” stated the conductor.
After several tense minutes, and with a sigh, Harry responded, “No, you didn’t. It’s just I have never played for anyone before. Blaise, what do you think?”
Cupping his cheek and looking straight into his startling green eyes, Blaise quietly answered, “You know I love to listen to you, and I’m sure everyone would love to hear you play…but Harry, it is your choice. You do what makes you happy, not what will satisfy others.”
Pulling Blaise closer, Harry bent down and ever so lightly kissed Blaise in thanks for her unwavering support, then turned to the conductor and, while holding up two fingers, gave him a slight but firm nod to confirm he would play.
Going back to the orchestra area and having garnered everyone’s attention, the maestro announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like you to welcome up to the stage Mr. Harry Potter. He has agreed to perform two songs for us this evening. Mr. Potter, if you will join me?”
Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, Harry proceeded to the grand piano. After the applause had died down, he turned to the crowd and said, “Thank you. The two songs I will perform are very dear to me. The first one is the very first song I ever wrote called ‘To Where You Are’. I hope the words inspire the same meaning and effect on you as they do me. Enjoy.”
TO WHERE YOU ARE
Verse 1:
Who can say for certain
Maybe your still here
I feel you all around me
Your memory so clear.
Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You still an inspiration
Can it be…that you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above..
Chorus:
Fly…me up to where you are beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight to see you smile
If only for a while, to know you’re there
A breath away ‘s not far to where you are.
Verse 2:
Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn’t faith believing
All power can’t be seen.
As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me
Everyday.
Cause you mine…forever love
Watching me, from up above
And I believe, that angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave.
Chorus:
Fly…me up to where you are beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight to see you smile
If only for a while, to know you’re there
A breath away ‘s not far to where you are
I know you’re there…A breath away ‘s not far to where you are.
When the last sound from the piano died away, all those in attendance stood in shock and awe over what they had just heard and the obvious emotional task it had been for Harry to perform it. It was painstakingly clear that this song was written to portray how Harry felt about James and Lily Potter, and how he longed to see them. Without looking out to the crowd, Harry forged on and softly spoke, “This next song is one I just finished writing about a week ago called ‘When You Say You Love Me’.”
WHEN YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME
Verse 1:
Like the sound of silence calling,
I hear your voice and suddenly..
I’m falling, lost in a dream.
Like the echoes of our souls unmeaning
You say those words and my heart stops beating..
I wonder what it means…
What could it be, that comes over me
At times I can’t move…
At times I can hardly breathe…
Chorus:
When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
For a moment there’s no one else alive
Verse 2:
You’re the one I’ve always thought of,
I don’t know how but I feel sheltered in your love..
Your where I belong.
And when your with me if I close my eyes,
There are times I swear I feel like I can fly…
For a moment in time…
Somewhere between the heavens and earth,
I’m frozen in time, oh when you say those words.
Chorus:
When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
For a moment there’s no one else alive
And this journey that were on,
How far we’ve come and I celebrate every moment.
And when you say you love me..
that’s all you have to say,
I’ll always feel this way..
Chorus 2:
When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
In that moment I know why I’m alive
When you say you love me..
When you say you love me..
Do you know how I.. Love.. you.
It was a decidedly lighter hearted group when this performance ended, especially when Harry turned to Blaise and giving one of those all too rare smiles, he mouthed, “For you”. The applause after that was deafening and even though they tried to convince Harry to play one more, he stepped down from the stage and into the welcoming arms of his beloved.
“Diola lle, Mela en' coiamin.” whispered a still emotional Blaise.
Hugging her tightly to him, Harry answered, “Lle creoso.”
After many more accolades and thanks for such a wonderful performance, Harry and Blaise started to make their way over to the bar. Unfortunately for all those still around, Dumbledore had other plans.
Without the usual twinkle in the older man’s blue eyes, said eyes seemed to look deep into green as if to study or decide upon something. With a calculated look about him, Dumbledore inquired, “It is hard for me to fathom how you can show such emotions now when just this afternoon you sold your best friend to the enemy, Mr. Potter. You’ve convinced most everyone here that you have a heart, but I know better. I’ve seen your darker…more sinister side hard at work. I have to ask just what your motives are and why you have behaved as you have today?”
With a deadly stare, Harry coolly but calmly retorted, “You stand before me and question MY motives and how I’ve behaved. What about you, Albus? What about your motives? Was it your motive to see me dead? You knew if I signed your version of the ‘Peace Pact’, one which would have bonded me to my uncle, my death was all but assured.
“And if it was your goal…to kill me off that is, then why subject me to years of abuse and neglect at the hands of the Muggles you placed me with. Why not just kill me off yourself? I suppose you didn’t feel up to dirtying your own hands…why do the work yourself when so many others are just hopping at the chance to serve the ‘GREAT’ Albus Dumbledore. And you call me dark and sinister?
“You’re just upset that I spun the tables on you and dished you up a cold dose of your own medicine. Get over it, and get over yourself. One of these days, maybe you'll learn not to underestimate everyone around you...some of us do actually have brains that function. As for me selling my supposed best friend to the enemy, all I have to say is ‘Tit for Tat’. Ron has always envied me and my role in this war…now; I’ve just given him the chance to move from his point of view to mine. For the second time today, I’m done with you and this tedious conversation.” And without so much as another word, Harry once again turned his back on the leader of the supposed Light side of this war.
Those that were uninformed as to the day’s happenings who had been around to hear the words spoken between these two figure heads were left bewildered and wondering; ‘What is going on? Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore are on the same side, right? Weren’t these two allies in the fight against the Dark?’
Before anymore speculation could be done, the Minister stepped up to the podium once everyone’s attention was had.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could have just a few moments of your time? I would like to say a few words before we return to this evenings festivities. First and foremost, I would like to thank you all for coming and also to thank Mr. Potter once again for that wonderful performance. Such talent in our young ones gives us all great hope for our future.
“I would like to take this opportunity to share some wonderful news. Today, after many months of negotiating and hard work on the parts of many, the leaders of all factions in this war signed an agreement called ‘The Peace Pact’, bringing about the end of this 27 year war between the Light, headed by Albus Dumbledore and the Dark, headed by Lord Voldemort.” and with that statement, the hall exploded in excited chaos.
It was many minutes before the noise level dropped enough for Cornelius to finish. “The key players in getting the ‘Peace Pact’ signed were none other than our own savior, the Boy-Who-Lived himself, Harry Potter, along with Tom Riddle, Lucius Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore and MYSELF. It took the better part of 11 months to hammer out all the details and I am happy to say that all parties are pleased with the way everything worked out. It is with a joyous heart over the peace that we will all share tonight that I ask those hard working people, not just the five I’ve mentioned already, to please stand and be applauded for your hard work and efforts to bring this peace to pass.”
Those that stood who were present included Harry, Lucius and Draco Malfoy, Manuel and Blaise Zabini, Amelia Bones, Rufus Scrimgeour, a reluctant Albus Dumbledore, and Mr. Tomlinson, the lawyer who saw to the signing of the pact. The applause and accolades swirling around the room lasted for over 20 minutes until, seeing Albus start for the podium, Harry gracefully stood up on a chair, casting ‘Sonorus’, he spoke, “Minister Fudge, I believe it’s time to continue this great celebration, do you not agree?”
“You are absolutely correct my young friend! Let the festivities commence!” shouted Fudge, enjoying being in the limelight. Harry, Lucius and Blaise shared a satisfied bit of glee at the undoubtedly sour pinch that instantly crossed Albus Dumbledore’s face at being cut off from his would be speech.
Deciding it was time to enjoy the evening once again, Harry slid his hand into Blaise’s and leaning very close he asked, “Lilta o nin?”
With a slight squeeze to Harry’s hand, she smiled and answered, “O er le.”
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Well, better late than never. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, and don‘t worry, this will not become a song fic…I just thought these two songs fit the story so well that I wanted to add them. It’s been chaotic lately (its been since late August since I have spent an entire weekend at home) and this is honestly the first time I have had any time to write…you can thank my youngest for getting sick today and keeping me home from work. Life is more than likely not going to calm down much until after the holidays, so I won’t promise anything, but I will try to post again as soon as is humanly possible.
I will explain the use of the elfish speech between Blaise and Harry in the coming chapters.
Elven Translations:
Lle naa vanima - You are beautiful
Cormamin lindua ele lle - My heart sings to see thee
Diola lle - Thank you
A'maelamin - My beloved
Mela en' coiamin - Love of my life
Lle creoso - You're welcome
Lilta o nin? - Dance with me?
O er le - With only you
A/N: WHOA! Another chapter!!!!…Hope you enjoy! I don’t own anything but the plot!
Summary: It’s dangerous to underestimate some one, deadly if you keep doing it. Harry has learned how dark the light side can be and now Harry is pissed. Dark Harry.
Pairings: Nope, not gonna give it away just yet...better yet, lets play a guessing game, and let me know who you think after this chapter ends.
Last Chapter: “Yes, I am quite pleased with the way the day turned out, and in response to your other statement, I could give a rat’s ass if I’m remembered well. You people amaze me, really…when it was my life, you didn’t seem to feel any semblance of guilt, but yet that’s the first thing you try and lay on my shoulders. Well, how does it feel to be the ones manipulated and controlled…welcome to life as Harry Potter. It’s not so great, is it Ron? As a matter of fact, it pretty much sucks doesn’t it.” finished Harry.
“Yes” was the one word response whispered by the now defeated Ron.
“On that note, Tom, Lucius, Manuel, Blaise, Draco…thank you for your support today and I’ll see you later this evening. I have to go get my dress robes now or my date will kill me.” and with a wink to said date, Harry turned and left without another word or look at the Light side.
Chapter 3: Remembering and Speeches
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Later that same evening at the Ministry:
“Mr. Potter…I was not expecting to see you here this evening.” stated a surprised and still angry Dumbledore upon seeing Harry enter the Ball Room within the Ministry.
“Yes, I know.” was Harry’s simple retort, the disgust for the older man apparent in just those few words.
“I was under the impression that this was a Wizengamot function, open only to those who are members. I was not informed that the general public would also be invited.” stated the confused Supreme Mugwump.
“As you are not privy to my comings and goings any longer, it is not surprising that you are ill informed.” refuted Harry, a deviousness behind those emerald eyes that looked quite out of place in Dumbledore’s opinion, despite the whole ‘Peace Pact’ fiasco from earlier.
Looking at the young man with hardened eyes, Albus said, “I’m afraid that I will have to ask you to leave as you’re not a participating member of the Wizengamot, Mr. Potter. Being the Supreme Mugwump of this governing body, I know who is and who is not meant to be here…regardless of their stature in society.”
Allowing his earlier smirk to broaden just enough as to send shivers through the old man, Harry retorted, “Trust me…Albus…I have just as much right to be here as you do…if not more.” And with one last contemptuous look, Harry turned and left a flabbergasted Mugwump to stew at his implied meaning.
As Harry made his way over to friendlier territory, he mused on how this day had come about…how it all started.
FLASHBACK - November, 1996
“Potter!!” shouted Draco, seeing the figure he was pursuing turn the corner up ahead.
Having heard his name called, Harry stopped and warily waited for the blond aristocrat to catch up. Once Draco had rounded the corner, Harry coldly asked, “What do you want, Malfoy?”
Giving the Boy-Who-Lived a scathing look, Draco Malfoy stepped forward into Harry’s personal space, so as not to be overheard, and while slipping a note into his rucksack quietly said, “It’s in your best interest to read it, Potter.” And without anything further, stepped back and continued on his way, a small smirk playing on his lips as he did so.
Finding an empty classroom just up the corridor from where he stood, Harry entered then sealed the door and cast several silencing and proximity wards before fishing the note from his sack. It read:
November 18, 1996
Mr. Potter
I know you have no reason to trust in the words that will follow; however, what I have to say is very important to both myself, and you. It has come to my attention that not all is what it seems on the side of the Light. After recently visiting my vaults within Gringotts Bank, I have come across some surprising information concerning the both of us that I believe you should be made aware of.
Be not afraid that this is another offer to join my side of this war, as I have a strong feeling that in the very near future, this war will be no longer. As to why I feel this way, let me just say that talks between the “leaders” have been started and without giving any details, a “peaceful” end to this war is afoot. Having said this, you will not be pleased with the way this peace is to be achieved, as it involves you directly, I felt you should be made aware.
Why am I being so forthcoming? As I said before, I have some new and interesting information that I believe will answer all your questions about why I have taken the first step at contacting you in this manner. I will not go into any detail in this letter but to say that at your earliest convenience, you need to go to Gringotts and search your vaults. Bring your goblin advisor with you and tell him you are looking for your mother’s personal belongings.
It is in your mother’s line that the truth lays within, Mr. Potter. I assure you this is not an attempt to lure you away from the safety of Hogwarts. At the bottom of this letter is my oath to assure your safety, along with a drop of my blood sealing said oath. Once you have completed your search, if you feel as I do, contact me and we can discuss what I know you will find.
Until then,
Thomas Marvolo Riddle
I, Thomas Marvolo Riddle, do swear on my magic that I, and all those who follow me, will cease all aggression towards Mr. Harry James Potter for exactly 45 days from the date of this letter. So Mote It Be.
P.S. The length of this oath should give you ample time to get to Gringotts over the Yule Holiday. Do not waste this opportunity to know the truth, Mr. Potter.
To say that Harry was surprised by the letter would be an understatement, but none the less, he was shocked by his own interest in what was stated. ‘What’s in my vault… WAIT! Tom said vaults not vault! What’s going on? More importantly, what will I find?’ Harry mused, rereading the letter again before leaving the empty room and making his way to his next class.
It took several days to convince those who thought they knew what was best that he was leaving Hogwarts over the Yule break, but in the end, after conceding to staying with the Weasley’s with extra guards, Harry got his way. So it was, on December 18, exactly one month to the day from the letter, that Harry snuck out of the Burrow at 5:00 am and made his way to Gringotts, where he had prearranged a meeting for 5:15am.
What he found was indeed informative, if not heartbreaking at the same time. The lies and deception found within his mother’s papers left Harry little option but to contact his enemy turned uncle.
END FLASHBACK - August 1, 1997 at the Ministry
It was a hand on his arm, in an attempt to get his attention, which brought Harry back to the present. “Mr. Potter! How good of you to come…and on such short notice.” simpered the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
“Good evening, Minister.” said Harry a little coolly, and then continued “Is the big announcement speech ready?”
“Yes, yes, it’s all set. There was even enough time to have my good friend Lucius look it over. He is always good at these sort of things, you know.” said a beaming Fudge.
Giving a knowing smirk, Harry replied, “Yes, I’m sure he is. If you will excuse me, Minister, I need to seek the whereabouts of my date for this evening.”
“Of course, Mr. Potter, do enjoy the celebration.”
“I plan on it.” And with that, Harry continued on his way.
A few moments later, Harry walked into his group of allies and was assaulted by a slightly miffed younger Malfoy, “There you are! It took you long enough to get over here.”
“I know, Draco. But as you know, it takes time to finagle your way through a crowd when those you would rather not see keep looking to be seen.” said Harry, giving a knowing look over his shoulder, spotting both Fudge and Dumbledore staring at him.
“What did they want?” asked Lucius, looking for all the world as if this event was a chore, not a celebration.
Giving a graceful one shoulder shrug to emphasize his lackluster view on what had transpired, Harry responded, “Well, the old man just wanted to strut his supposed authority over all by insinuating that my attendance here was prohibited. Needless to say, I ignored his desire for me to leave by stating that I had just as much right to be here as he did…if not more. And Fudge…well; he was doing his usual brown nosing. He was actually celebrating your merits, Lucius…and how good of you to find time to help out an old friend in his hour of need.”
Lucius, with a smirk firmly in place said, “It was, wasn’t it. So much for Mr. Weasley going down in history as the savior of our great wizarding nation.”
“I can’t wait to hear your edited version. On another note, has anyone seen my lovely….” started Harry, while looking around the enormous hall, only to be cut off by the stunning vision he had been inquiring about when said person walked in.
Without another word added, Harry turned from his group and made it across the room to the grand staircase as his date descended on the arm of her father. Meeting them at the bottom, Harry gave Manuel a bow then took her hands in his and with awe lacing his words he whispered, “By Merlin Blaise, Lle naa vanima. Cormamin lindua ele lle.”
Giving him a smile, the one that can only be given to someone your heart belongs to, Blaise responded, “Diola lle, A'maelamin.”
Beautiful did not do Blaise justice as the whole assembly looked on as if a queen had entered the room. She wore a champagne colored silk gown that had a low cut bust with spaghetti straps and a black lace diamond and pearl beaded bodice that hugged her small frame and accentuated her feminine figure. The two together, with Harry in his formal black robes with champagne tie and cummerbund along with his diamond and pearl cufflinks to accent Blaise’s flowing gown, could only be described as regally breathtaking.
Once again the Minister made his way over; swooning over the smashing couple as well as Blaise’s politically powerful and wealthy beyond the normal wealthy father. After the introductions and greetings were complete, the event really started when the orchestra started up and many couples began making their way to the dance floor.
A few dances later, Harry was approached by the maestro who asked, “Mr. Potter, it has come to my attention that you play the piano and sing exceptionally well. I was wondering if you would be willing to perform a song or two for this assembly?”
“Who, might I ask gave you this bit of information?” asked Harry, not at all comfortable with playing for a public audience. Harry always viewed his music as personal and private…a means of therapy for his soul and was unsure if he wanted to share this side of himself with all those in attendance.
“I came upon this knowledge accidentally…I over heard a few people earlier speaking in awe about your abilities. I did not mean to offend you, if that is what I have done.” stated the conductor.
After several tense minutes, and with a sigh, Harry responded, “No, you didn’t. It’s just I have never played for anyone before. Blaise, what do you think?”
Cupping his cheek and looking straight into his startling green eyes, Blaise quietly answered, “You know I love to listen to you, and I’m sure everyone would love to hear you play…but Harry, it is your choice. You do what makes you happy, not what will satisfy others.”
Pulling Blaise closer, Harry bent down and ever so lightly kissed Blaise in thanks for her unwavering support, then turned to the conductor and, while holding up two fingers, gave him a slight but firm nod to confirm he would play.
Going back to the orchestra area and having garnered everyone’s attention, the maestro announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like you to welcome up to the stage Mr. Harry Potter. He has agreed to perform two songs for us this evening. Mr. Potter, if you will join me?”
Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, Harry proceeded to the grand piano. After the applause had died down, he turned to the crowd and said, “Thank you. The two songs I will perform are very dear to me. The first one is the very first song I ever wrote called ‘To Where You Are’. I hope the words inspire the same meaning and effect on you as they do me. Enjoy.”
TO WHERE YOU ARE
Verse 1:
Who can say for certain
Maybe your still here
I feel you all around me
Your memory so clear.
Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You still an inspiration
Can it be…that you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above..
Chorus:
Fly…me up to where you are beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight to see you smile
If only for a while, to know you’re there
A breath away ‘s not far to where you are.
Verse 2:
Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn’t faith believing
All power can’t be seen.
As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me
Everyday.
Cause you mine…forever love
Watching me, from up above
And I believe, that angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave.
Chorus:
Fly…me up to where you are beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight to see you smile
If only for a while, to know you’re there
A breath away ‘s not far to where you are
I know you’re there…A breath away ‘s not far to where you are.
When the last sound from the piano died away, all those in attendance stood in shock and awe over what they had just heard and the obvious emotional task it had been for Harry to perform it. It was painstakingly clear that this song was written to portray how Harry felt about James and Lily Potter, and how he longed to see them. Without looking out to the crowd, Harry forged on and softly spoke, “This next song is one I just finished writing about a week ago called ‘When You Say You Love Me’.”
WHEN YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME
Verse 1:
Like the sound of silence calling,
I hear your voice and suddenly..
I’m falling, lost in a dream.
Like the echoes of our souls unmeaning
You say those words and my heart stops beating..
I wonder what it means…
What could it be, that comes over me
At times I can’t move…
At times I can hardly breathe…
Chorus:
When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
For a moment there’s no one else alive
Verse 2:
You’re the one I’ve always thought of,
I don’t know how but I feel sheltered in your love..
Your where I belong.
And when your with me if I close my eyes,
There are times I swear I feel like I can fly…
For a moment in time…
Somewhere between the heavens and earth,
I’m frozen in time, oh when you say those words.
Chorus:
When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
For a moment there’s no one else alive
And this journey that were on,
How far we’ve come and I celebrate every moment.
And when you say you love me..
that’s all you have to say,
I’ll always feel this way..
Chorus 2:
When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
In that moment I know why I’m alive
When you say you love me..
When you say you love me..
Do you know how I.. Love.. you.
It was a decidedly lighter hearted group when this performance ended, especially when Harry turned to Blaise and giving one of those all too rare smiles, he mouthed, “For you”. The applause after that was deafening and even though they tried to convince Harry to play one more, he stepped down from the stage and into the welcoming arms of his beloved.
“Diola lle, Mela en' coiamin.” whispered a still emotional Blaise.
Hugging her tightly to him, Harry answered, “Lle creoso.”
After many more accolades and thanks for such a wonderful performance, Harry and Blaise started to make their way over to the bar. Unfortunately for all those still around, Dumbledore had other plans.
Without the usual twinkle in the older man’s blue eyes, said eyes seemed to look deep into green as if to study or decide upon something. With a calculated look about him, Dumbledore inquired, “It is hard for me to fathom how you can show such emotions now when just this afternoon you sold your best friend to the enemy, Mr. Potter. You’ve convinced most everyone here that you have a heart, but I know better. I’ve seen your darker…more sinister side hard at work. I have to ask just what your motives are and why you have behaved as you have today?”
With a deadly stare, Harry coolly but calmly retorted, “You stand before me and question MY motives and how I’ve behaved. What about you, Albus? What about your motives? Was it your motive to see me dead? You knew if I signed your version of the ‘Peace Pact’, one which would have bonded me to my uncle, my death was all but assured.
“And if it was your goal…to kill me off that is, then why subject me to years of abuse and neglect at the hands of the Muggles you placed me with. Why not just kill me off yourself? I suppose you didn’t feel up to dirtying your own hands…why do the work yourself when so many others are just hopping at the chance to serve the ‘GREAT’ Albus Dumbledore. And you call me dark and sinister?
“You’re just upset that I spun the tables on you and dished you up a cold dose of your own medicine. Get over it, and get over yourself. One of these days, maybe you'll learn not to underestimate everyone around you...some of us do actually have brains that function. As for me selling my supposed best friend to the enemy, all I have to say is ‘Tit for Tat’. Ron has always envied me and my role in this war…now; I’ve just given him the chance to move from his point of view to mine. For the second time today, I’m done with you and this tedious conversation.” And without so much as another word, Harry once again turned his back on the leader of the supposed Light side of this war.
Those that were uninformed as to the day’s happenings who had been around to hear the words spoken between these two figure heads were left bewildered and wondering; ‘What is going on? Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore are on the same side, right? Weren’t these two allies in the fight against the Dark?’
Before anymore speculation could be done, the Minister stepped up to the podium once everyone’s attention was had.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could have just a few moments of your time? I would like to say a few words before we return to this evenings festivities. First and foremost, I would like to thank you all for coming and also to thank Mr. Potter once again for that wonderful performance. Such talent in our young ones gives us all great hope for our future.
“I would like to take this opportunity to share some wonderful news. Today, after many months of negotiating and hard work on the parts of many, the leaders of all factions in this war signed an agreement called ‘The Peace Pact’, bringing about the end of this 27 year war between the Light, headed by Albus Dumbledore and the Dark, headed by Lord Voldemort.” and with that statement, the hall exploded in excited chaos.
It was many minutes before the noise level dropped enough for Cornelius to finish. “The key players in getting the ‘Peace Pact’ signed were none other than our own savior, the Boy-Who-Lived himself, Harry Potter, along with Tom Riddle, Lucius Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore and MYSELF. It took the better part of 11 months to hammer out all the details and I am happy to say that all parties are pleased with the way everything worked out. It is with a joyous heart over the peace that we will all share tonight that I ask those hard working people, not just the five I’ve mentioned already, to please stand and be applauded for your hard work and efforts to bring this peace to pass.”
Those that stood who were present included Harry, Lucius and Draco Malfoy, Manuel and Blaise Zabini, Amelia Bones, Rufus Scrimgeour, a reluctant Albus Dumbledore, and Mr. Tomlinson, the lawyer who saw to the signing of the pact. The applause and accolades swirling around the room lasted for over 20 minutes until, seeing Albus start for the podium, Harry gracefully stood up on a chair, casting ‘Sonorus’, he spoke, “Minister Fudge, I believe it’s time to continue this great celebration, do you not agree?”
“You are absolutely correct my young friend! Let the festivities commence!” shouted Fudge, enjoying being in the limelight. Harry, Lucius and Blaise shared a satisfied bit of glee at the undoubtedly sour pinch that instantly crossed Albus Dumbledore’s face at being cut off from his would be speech.
Deciding it was time to enjoy the evening once again, Harry slid his hand into Blaise’s and leaning very close he asked, “Lilta o nin?”
With a slight squeeze to Harry’s hand, she smiled and answered, “O er le.”
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Well, better late than never. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, and don‘t worry, this will not become a song fic…I just thought these two songs fit the story so well that I wanted to add them. It’s been chaotic lately (its been since late August since I have spent an entire weekend at home) and this is honestly the first time I have had any time to write…you can thank my youngest for getting sick today and keeping me home from work. Life is more than likely not going to calm down much until after the holidays, so I won’t promise anything, but I will try to post again as soon as is humanly possible.
I will explain the use of the elfish speech between Blaise and Harry in the coming chapters.
Elven Translations:
Lle naa vanima - You are beautiful
Cormamin lindua ele lle - My heart sings to see thee
Diola lle - Thank you
A'maelamin - My beloved
Mela en' coiamin - Love of my life
Lle creoso - You're welcome
Lilta o nin? - Dance with me?
O er le - With only you