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Chapter 9
Disclaimer: Don't own HP. The songs "Easier to Run" and "Numb" belong to Linkin Park, "Sweet Sacrifice" belongs to Evanescence, and "Say Anything" belongs to Good Charlotte.
Warnings: See ch 1
A/N: Hi! I got ch 9 finished, and decided to put it up because you had such a long wait for ch 8...I'll try and get ch 10 up by next weekend, but things are just out of control here, so it'll be up when it's up...;) Anyway, LOVE all the reviews, they really do make my day! Chapter 9 - Enjoy!
"..." talking
'...' thinking
//...// parseltongue
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Chapter 9:
“Welcome, class. I am Professor Imogen Millhouse, and I am going to be teaching the Magical Serpents class this year. Let’s start by checking who’s here, shall we? Just raise your hand when I call your name, please. Miss Greengrass? Miss Bulstrode? Mr Goyle? Mr Crabbe? Mr Malfoy? Miss Parkinson? Mr Potter? Mr Zabini? Well, then, it seems everyone is here. Good. Please take out your textbooks and read pages 3-10 for starters.”
There was a rustling of paper as everyone opened their textbooks to start reading. Everyone except Harry, that is.
“Mr Potter? Is there a reason why you are not reading the text?” Professor Millhouse asked with a frown.
“I’ve already memorised the entire textbook.” Harry answered calmly.
“Is that so? Perhaps you would like to prove that? What does it say in page 207, second paragraph?”
“… 'One of the most dangerous of the Magical Serpents we can find is the Basilisk. The Basilisk will kill or petrify it’s victim with it’s eyes. The venom found in a Basilisk’s fangs is extremely lethal, but is also valued as a rare potions ingredient. No one is known to have survived a bite from the Basilisk.’ Which isn’t completely accurate – I was bitten by the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets in second year, and I’m still alive.”
“Well…that was most impressive, Mr Potter. May I ask just how it is that you survived being bitten?”
“Fawkes cried over the wound and healed it.”
“Fawkes?”
“The Headmaster’s phoenix. He helped me blind the Basilisk before I killed it.”
“Oh? And how come you were down in the alleged Chamber in the first place, Mr Potter?”
“I would have thought that would be public knowledge by now, I am pretty sure that there was an article in the Daily Prophet at the time. I was there because Tom had kidnapped my then best friend’s little sister.” Harry drawled in a bored manner. The other Slytherins were looking at him as if he had lost his mind, which considering what had happened yesterday, was a valid opinion from at least Malfoy.
“Yes, well…moving on. This next month we will be focusing on non-venomous snakes, working our way up to the more dangerous specimens at the end of the year. Can anyone tell me how wizards and witches are able to communicate with the magical serpents that exists?” All of the students raised their hands. This was a fairly simple question – everyone had known about Voldemort being a Parselmouth, and no one had forgotten about Harry Potter’s display during the Duelling Club in second year.
“Miss Parkinson?”
“That would be by speaking Parseltongue, Professor.” Pansy said with certainty.
“Correct, miss Parkinson. 10 points to Slytherin. Can you mention any famous Parselmouths in history, recent or ancient?” Again everyone raised their hands. The question went to Malfoy, who answered with his customary superior behaviour while glancing at Harry.
“Well, of course there was Salazar Slytherin, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and…Harry Potter.” The professor threw a surprised look at Harry, apparently she hadn’t heard about the incident in second year.
“Are you a Parselmouth, Mr Potter?”
“//Yes, Professor, I am. Is that a problem for you?//” Harry hissed while raising his left eyebrow.
“Well, this is certainly a surprise, Mr Potter. It would benefit this class that you will be able to speak to the different serpents. Just imagine what we could learn about them, if they were to tell us about their lives. Would you please speak to one of the snakes that I have with me, now?” Professor Millhouse disappeared in to her office and came back with a python, who looked surprisingly familiar to Harry.
“//Amigo! I did not think I would ssssee you again. Thankss again for ssetting me free, I really owe you.//”
“//Wait a minute…You’re that Brazilian Python from the zoo, aren’t you?//”
“//Yesss. Thisss witch found me after you ssset me free, my life hasss been much better ssssince then. How did it go with that fat boy that fell into my cage?//” Harry laughed out loud at that question, completely oblivious to the fact that the rest of the class and the teacher were watching him in awe.
“//I’ve never laughed so much at my cousin before! What is your name, by the way? I’m Harry Potter, Lord of Slytherin.//” When the snake heard his title, he quickly raised his head and body from the Professor’s arm, and gave Harry a deep bow while hissing in an awed tone that had Harry blushing to his roots.
“//I am mossst honoured to be in your precenssse, Great One. It hassss been a long time sssince there hasss been a rightful Lord of the Ssserpentsss. I would gladly sssserve you, Massster. I am called Sssirassso, Massster.//” While Harry and Siraso had been talking, Nasha had made her way up Harry’s back, and was now peeking out of his shirt collar to see who her Master was talking to.
“//Who daresss adresss my Massster?//”
“//Nasha! I can defend myself, you know, and Siraso and I are old…friends.//” Harry hissed to his somewhat overprotective tattoo.
“What is he saying, Mr Potter? Would you please share with the class?” Professor Millhouse asked with excitement in her voice.
“We’ve actually met before, Siraso and I. We met six years ago at a Muggle zoo, of all places. He was just thanking me for accidentally setting him free, when I made the glass wall of his terrarium disappear.”
“That is just amazing! You will have to tell us the whole story next class, but for now, read pages 11-30 and write a three page essay on the different serpents you find there. Class dismissed.”
Slowly everyone packed up their things and made their way out of the classroom.
“So, Potter…that was quite the display in there. Care to tell us some more of your adventures?” Blaise said to Harry with amusement in his voice. Harry stared at him for two seconds before turning and walking away, not saying a word.
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Two days later, the day of the Hogwarts Talent Show had finally arrived.
Today was the day that it would be settled – who was the better: Potter or Malfoy.
Not surprisingly, there had not been many people who had signed up to perform, the total number of acts had come to a meagre 20. The Talent Show would take place in the Great Hall one hour after dinner that evening. There had been several unofficial bets made during the last two days on who would win of the boys. Slytherin House were almost completely behind Draco Malfoy (Hermione, of course, was rooting for her brother), and it seemed that most of Ravenclaw felt the same way. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were cheering for Harry Potter, while the teachers were equally divided (not that any of the students were supposed to know that).
The excitement was growing larger as the students and teachers gathered back in the Great Hall 10 minutes before the Show was said to begin. Professor McGonagall had together with Professor Flitwick made a large scene where the dance floor had been during the Yule Ball in Harry’s fourth year. The scene was circular, so the audience was placed around it, instead of just in front of it. Finally, the lights dimmed and a spotlight lit up the stage and Professor McGonagall.
“Welcome everyone to Hogwarts’ first Talent Show. There will be 20 different performances, and as you were informed by the Headmaster two days ago, those who have chosen to sing will perform two songs each. You will be allowed to vote on your favourite act when everyone has performed, and the winner will be announced once all the votes have been magically counted. First up we have Ernie MacMillan and his holograms. Enjoy.” Everybody clapped dutifully when the Hufflepuff came out on stage.
“Er…hello everybody.” Ernie sounded nervous as he began casting the spells for the holograms. Different shapes appeared in neon coloured light on the stage. Ernie then proceeded in making them move around the stage and over the audience to the beat of the music that had started up when he cast his spells. It wasn’t a very good performance and everybody in the audience clapped with relief when he was finally finished. The same spirit seemed to influence the next 17 acts, as everyone was waiting with excitement to see what the two bitter rivals would come up with. Would Harry Potter be as good at this as he was with almost everything else he did? Or would the pureblood breeding and training of Draco Malfoy win the deal?
“Well, then, we are now down to our last two acts. First out is Draco Malfoy, and he is going to be singing two songs for you.” The Professor said as she walked off stage. The spotlight swung around to focus on Draco, who had suddenly appeared on stage. The audience sat in silent awe at the Slytherin Prince’s looks. He was wearing tight black pants, a sapphire blue tank top, black dragon-hide boots and his hair was hanging freely around his face.
“I’m going to be singing two songs, they’re called Numb and Say Anything.”
Music started playing from the magical speakers, and Draco started singing. He had a surprisingly good voice.
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
I don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of walking in your shoes
He was leaning on the microphone stand while gently swaying his hips. The crowd was going wild over the Slytherin Prince.
(caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take
Is another mistake to you
I’ve become so numb
I can feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I’m becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
Draco took the mic from the stand and walked to the edge of the stage as he started up the next verse of the song. He stood with his legs apart and turned his full attention to the audience.
Can’t you see that you’re smothering me?
Holding too tightly
Afraid to loose control
‘cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart, right in front of you
(caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste
Is more than I can take
I’ve become so numb
I can’t feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I’m becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
But I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
I’ve become so numb
I can’t feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I’m becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
When Draco finished, there was a storm of applause. No one had known the Slytherin Prince could do that! He was definitely the best act so far tonight, and he still had one song left!
“Ok, people, this song is called Say Anything, and it’s kind of an emotional song so…here goes.” Softer music than before sounded from the speakers, and Draco began in an almost whisper that had everyone riveted to his voice.
Here I am on the phone again and
Awkward silences on the other end
I used to know the sound of a smile in your voice
But right now all I feel is the pain of the fighting
Starting up again
All the things we talk about
You know they stay on my mind
On my mind
All the things we laugh about
Will bring us through it every time
After time, after time
Don’t say a word
I know you feel the same
Just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
Please don’t walk away
I know you wanna stay
If you just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
Some say that time changes
Best friends can become strangers
But I don’t want that
No, not for you
If you just stay with me
We could make it through
So here we are again
Same old argument
Now I’m wondering if they will ever change
When will you laugh again
Laugh like you did back when
We’d make noise ‘til 3:00 AM
And the neighbours would complain
All the things we talk about
You know they stay on my mind
On my mind
All the things we laugh about
Will bring us through it every time
After time, after time
Don’t say a word
I know you feel the same
Just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
Please don’t walk away
I know you wanna stay
If you just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
I’m falling
I’m falling
I’m falling down
Don’t say a word
I know you feel the same
Just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
Please don’t walk away
I know you wanna stay
If you just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
Please don’t leave
When Draco let his voice fade away, a new storm of applause rang through the Great Hall. People were crying, and two Hufflepuffs had to be taken to the infirmary because they were so affected by it. Draco smirked and gave a small bow, before leaving the stage.
‘Let’s see Perfect Potter beat that!’ he thought to him self as he sat down in the audience next to his two best friends. He was not going to miss this for anything.
“Thank you, Mr Malfoy, for that…performance. We are down to our last contender, and voting will begin as soon as Mr Potter is finished. Without further ado, here is our last act for tonight, Harry Potter.” Applause went out across the Hall. This was it! This was the moment they had all been waiting for. Draco leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and letting a confident smirk grace his features. This one was in the bag. There was no way Potter could beat him.
Suddenly, Harry Potter walked on the stage, dressed in black leather trousers and black combat boots. Only black leather trousers and combat boots. His black hair hung down his back, like a silky curtain. People were surprised to see the two tattoos on Harry; a golden dragon on his chest, and a black and silver snake wrapped around his left arm.
“I’m going to be singing two songs as well. They’re very special to me, because they portray my feelings.” He closed his eyes and started singing with an eerie voice. It was deep and velvety and a collective shudder went up everybody’s spines at the raw emotions in it.
It’s easier to run
Replacing the pain with something numb
It’s so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
Something has been taken
From deep inside of me
A secret I’ve kept locked away
No one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
For years and years they’ve played
Harry stood leaning on the microphone stand, with both his hands wrapped around the mic. He still had his eyes closed and seemed completely lost in the song. But the emotions and stage presence that he gave off were affecting everyone.
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave I would
Sometimes I remember
The darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories
I wish I didn’t have
Sometimes I think of letting go
And never looking back
And never moving forward so
There would never be a past
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave I would
Just washing it aside
All of the helplessness inside
Pretending I don’t feel misplaced
Is so much simpler than change
It’s easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It’s so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
Silence reigned as Harry finished his song. People were just gob-smacked at the fact that the Boy-Who-Lived had a voice like. A. God. How could they not have known? Slowly they started clapping their hands, the sound building in its intensity until it reached deafening volumes.
Then Harry put the microphone in front of his face again, and it went completely quiet as the music started.
It’s true, we’re all a little insane
But it’s so clear
Now that I’m unchained
Fear is only in our minds
Taking over all the time
Fear is only in our minds
But it’s taking over all the time
You poor sweet innocent thing
Dry your eyes and testify
You know you live to break me – don’t deny
Sweet sacrifice
One day I’m gonna forget your name
And one sweet day,
You’re gonna drown in my lost pain
Fear is only in our minds
Taking over all the time
Fear is only in our minds
But it’s taking over all the time
You poor sweet innocent thing
Dry your eyes and testify
And oh you love to hate me don’t you, honey?
I’m your sacrifice
(if I dream in darkness
I sleep to die
Erase the silence
Erase my life
Our burning ashes
Blacken the day
A world of nothingness
Blow me away)
Do you wonder why you hate?
Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes?
You poor sweet innocent thing
Dry your eyes and testify
You know you live to break me – don’t deny
Sweet sacrifice
After letting the last note ring out, Harry simply turned around and walked off the stage. After the last of the applause had died out, Professor McGonagall got back up on the stage, looking a little ruffled.
“Hmm…yes, well…that was our last act. Please write down your votes on the parchment in front of you and we will announce a winner momentarily.”
A furious scribbling could be heard throughout the Hall as everyone hurried to write down their favourite for first place. Ten minutes later, the Professor took the microphone again.
“And the winner is…”
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A/N2: Ta-da! I thought these songs portrayed the boys' feelings quite nicely. Ten guesses who Draco is singing about? Virtual cookies to those who guess correctly! Please review and make my day!
//LoveGD
Warnings: See ch 1
A/N: Hi! I got ch 9 finished, and decided to put it up because you had such a long wait for ch 8...I'll try and get ch 10 up by next weekend, but things are just out of control here, so it'll be up when it's up...;) Anyway, LOVE all the reviews, they really do make my day! Chapter 9 - Enjoy!
"..." talking
'...' thinking
//...// parseltongue
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Chapter 9:
“Welcome, class. I am Professor Imogen Millhouse, and I am going to be teaching the Magical Serpents class this year. Let’s start by checking who’s here, shall we? Just raise your hand when I call your name, please. Miss Greengrass? Miss Bulstrode? Mr Goyle? Mr Crabbe? Mr Malfoy? Miss Parkinson? Mr Potter? Mr Zabini? Well, then, it seems everyone is here. Good. Please take out your textbooks and read pages 3-10 for starters.”
There was a rustling of paper as everyone opened their textbooks to start reading. Everyone except Harry, that is.
“Mr Potter? Is there a reason why you are not reading the text?” Professor Millhouse asked with a frown.
“I’ve already memorised the entire textbook.” Harry answered calmly.
“Is that so? Perhaps you would like to prove that? What does it say in page 207, second paragraph?”
“… 'One of the most dangerous of the Magical Serpents we can find is the Basilisk. The Basilisk will kill or petrify it’s victim with it’s eyes. The venom found in a Basilisk’s fangs is extremely lethal, but is also valued as a rare potions ingredient. No one is known to have survived a bite from the Basilisk.’ Which isn’t completely accurate – I was bitten by the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets in second year, and I’m still alive.”
“Well…that was most impressive, Mr Potter. May I ask just how it is that you survived being bitten?”
“Fawkes cried over the wound and healed it.”
“Fawkes?”
“The Headmaster’s phoenix. He helped me blind the Basilisk before I killed it.”
“Oh? And how come you were down in the alleged Chamber in the first place, Mr Potter?”
“I would have thought that would be public knowledge by now, I am pretty sure that there was an article in the Daily Prophet at the time. I was there because Tom had kidnapped my then best friend’s little sister.” Harry drawled in a bored manner. The other Slytherins were looking at him as if he had lost his mind, which considering what had happened yesterday, was a valid opinion from at least Malfoy.
“Yes, well…moving on. This next month we will be focusing on non-venomous snakes, working our way up to the more dangerous specimens at the end of the year. Can anyone tell me how wizards and witches are able to communicate with the magical serpents that exists?” All of the students raised their hands. This was a fairly simple question – everyone had known about Voldemort being a Parselmouth, and no one had forgotten about Harry Potter’s display during the Duelling Club in second year.
“Miss Parkinson?”
“That would be by speaking Parseltongue, Professor.” Pansy said with certainty.
“Correct, miss Parkinson. 10 points to Slytherin. Can you mention any famous Parselmouths in history, recent or ancient?” Again everyone raised their hands. The question went to Malfoy, who answered with his customary superior behaviour while glancing at Harry.
“Well, of course there was Salazar Slytherin, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and…Harry Potter.” The professor threw a surprised look at Harry, apparently she hadn’t heard about the incident in second year.
“Are you a Parselmouth, Mr Potter?”
“//Yes, Professor, I am. Is that a problem for you?//” Harry hissed while raising his left eyebrow.
“Well, this is certainly a surprise, Mr Potter. It would benefit this class that you will be able to speak to the different serpents. Just imagine what we could learn about them, if they were to tell us about their lives. Would you please speak to one of the snakes that I have with me, now?” Professor Millhouse disappeared in to her office and came back with a python, who looked surprisingly familiar to Harry.
“//Amigo! I did not think I would ssssee you again. Thankss again for ssetting me free, I really owe you.//”
“//Wait a minute…You’re that Brazilian Python from the zoo, aren’t you?//”
“//Yesss. Thisss witch found me after you ssset me free, my life hasss been much better ssssince then. How did it go with that fat boy that fell into my cage?//” Harry laughed out loud at that question, completely oblivious to the fact that the rest of the class and the teacher were watching him in awe.
“//I’ve never laughed so much at my cousin before! What is your name, by the way? I’m Harry Potter, Lord of Slytherin.//” When the snake heard his title, he quickly raised his head and body from the Professor’s arm, and gave Harry a deep bow while hissing in an awed tone that had Harry blushing to his roots.
“//I am mossst honoured to be in your precenssse, Great One. It hassss been a long time sssince there hasss been a rightful Lord of the Ssserpentsss. I would gladly sssserve you, Massster. I am called Sssirassso, Massster.//” While Harry and Siraso had been talking, Nasha had made her way up Harry’s back, and was now peeking out of his shirt collar to see who her Master was talking to.
“//Who daresss adresss my Massster?//”
“//Nasha! I can defend myself, you know, and Siraso and I are old…friends.//” Harry hissed to his somewhat overprotective tattoo.
“What is he saying, Mr Potter? Would you please share with the class?” Professor Millhouse asked with excitement in her voice.
“We’ve actually met before, Siraso and I. We met six years ago at a Muggle zoo, of all places. He was just thanking me for accidentally setting him free, when I made the glass wall of his terrarium disappear.”
“That is just amazing! You will have to tell us the whole story next class, but for now, read pages 11-30 and write a three page essay on the different serpents you find there. Class dismissed.”
Slowly everyone packed up their things and made their way out of the classroom.
“So, Potter…that was quite the display in there. Care to tell us some more of your adventures?” Blaise said to Harry with amusement in his voice. Harry stared at him for two seconds before turning and walking away, not saying a word.
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Two days later, the day of the Hogwarts Talent Show had finally arrived.
Today was the day that it would be settled – who was the better: Potter or Malfoy.
Not surprisingly, there had not been many people who had signed up to perform, the total number of acts had come to a meagre 20. The Talent Show would take place in the Great Hall one hour after dinner that evening. There had been several unofficial bets made during the last two days on who would win of the boys. Slytherin House were almost completely behind Draco Malfoy (Hermione, of course, was rooting for her brother), and it seemed that most of Ravenclaw felt the same way. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were cheering for Harry Potter, while the teachers were equally divided (not that any of the students were supposed to know that).
The excitement was growing larger as the students and teachers gathered back in the Great Hall 10 minutes before the Show was said to begin. Professor McGonagall had together with Professor Flitwick made a large scene where the dance floor had been during the Yule Ball in Harry’s fourth year. The scene was circular, so the audience was placed around it, instead of just in front of it. Finally, the lights dimmed and a spotlight lit up the stage and Professor McGonagall.
“Welcome everyone to Hogwarts’ first Talent Show. There will be 20 different performances, and as you were informed by the Headmaster two days ago, those who have chosen to sing will perform two songs each. You will be allowed to vote on your favourite act when everyone has performed, and the winner will be announced once all the votes have been magically counted. First up we have Ernie MacMillan and his holograms. Enjoy.” Everybody clapped dutifully when the Hufflepuff came out on stage.
“Er…hello everybody.” Ernie sounded nervous as he began casting the spells for the holograms. Different shapes appeared in neon coloured light on the stage. Ernie then proceeded in making them move around the stage and over the audience to the beat of the music that had started up when he cast his spells. It wasn’t a very good performance and everybody in the audience clapped with relief when he was finally finished. The same spirit seemed to influence the next 17 acts, as everyone was waiting with excitement to see what the two bitter rivals would come up with. Would Harry Potter be as good at this as he was with almost everything else he did? Or would the pureblood breeding and training of Draco Malfoy win the deal?
“Well, then, we are now down to our last two acts. First out is Draco Malfoy, and he is going to be singing two songs for you.” The Professor said as she walked off stage. The spotlight swung around to focus on Draco, who had suddenly appeared on stage. The audience sat in silent awe at the Slytherin Prince’s looks. He was wearing tight black pants, a sapphire blue tank top, black dragon-hide boots and his hair was hanging freely around his face.
“I’m going to be singing two songs, they’re called Numb and Say Anything.”
Music started playing from the magical speakers, and Draco started singing. He had a surprisingly good voice.
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
I don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of walking in your shoes
He was leaning on the microphone stand while gently swaying his hips. The crowd was going wild over the Slytherin Prince.
(caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take
Is another mistake to you
I’ve become so numb
I can feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I’m becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
Draco took the mic from the stand and walked to the edge of the stage as he started up the next verse of the song. He stood with his legs apart and turned his full attention to the audience.
Can’t you see that you’re smothering me?
Holding too tightly
Afraid to loose control
‘cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart, right in front of you
(caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste
Is more than I can take
I’ve become so numb
I can’t feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I’m becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
But I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
I’ve become so numb
I can’t feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I’m becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
When Draco finished, there was a storm of applause. No one had known the Slytherin Prince could do that! He was definitely the best act so far tonight, and he still had one song left!
“Ok, people, this song is called Say Anything, and it’s kind of an emotional song so…here goes.” Softer music than before sounded from the speakers, and Draco began in an almost whisper that had everyone riveted to his voice.
Here I am on the phone again and
Awkward silences on the other end
I used to know the sound of a smile in your voice
But right now all I feel is the pain of the fighting
Starting up again
All the things we talk about
You know they stay on my mind
On my mind
All the things we laugh about
Will bring us through it every time
After time, after time
Don’t say a word
I know you feel the same
Just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
Please don’t walk away
I know you wanna stay
If you just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
Some say that time changes
Best friends can become strangers
But I don’t want that
No, not for you
If you just stay with me
We could make it through
So here we are again
Same old argument
Now I’m wondering if they will ever change
When will you laugh again
Laugh like you did back when
We’d make noise ‘til 3:00 AM
And the neighbours would complain
All the things we talk about
You know they stay on my mind
On my mind
All the things we laugh about
Will bring us through it every time
After time, after time
Don’t say a word
I know you feel the same
Just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
Please don’t walk away
I know you wanna stay
If you just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
I’m falling
I’m falling
I’m falling down
Don’t say a word
I know you feel the same
Just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
Please don’t walk away
I know you wanna stay
If you just give me a sign
Say anything, say anything
Please don’t leave
When Draco let his voice fade away, a new storm of applause rang through the Great Hall. People were crying, and two Hufflepuffs had to be taken to the infirmary because they were so affected by it. Draco smirked and gave a small bow, before leaving the stage.
‘Let’s see Perfect Potter beat that!’ he thought to him self as he sat down in the audience next to his two best friends. He was not going to miss this for anything.
“Thank you, Mr Malfoy, for that…performance. We are down to our last contender, and voting will begin as soon as Mr Potter is finished. Without further ado, here is our last act for tonight, Harry Potter.” Applause went out across the Hall. This was it! This was the moment they had all been waiting for. Draco leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and letting a confident smirk grace his features. This one was in the bag. There was no way Potter could beat him.
Suddenly, Harry Potter walked on the stage, dressed in black leather trousers and black combat boots. Only black leather trousers and combat boots. His black hair hung down his back, like a silky curtain. People were surprised to see the two tattoos on Harry; a golden dragon on his chest, and a black and silver snake wrapped around his left arm.
“I’m going to be singing two songs as well. They’re very special to me, because they portray my feelings.” He closed his eyes and started singing with an eerie voice. It was deep and velvety and a collective shudder went up everybody’s spines at the raw emotions in it.
It’s easier to run
Replacing the pain with something numb
It’s so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
Something has been taken
From deep inside of me
A secret I’ve kept locked away
No one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
For years and years they’ve played
Harry stood leaning on the microphone stand, with both his hands wrapped around the mic. He still had his eyes closed and seemed completely lost in the song. But the emotions and stage presence that he gave off were affecting everyone.
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave I would
Sometimes I remember
The darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories
I wish I didn’t have
Sometimes I think of letting go
And never looking back
And never moving forward so
There would never be a past
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave I would
Just washing it aside
All of the helplessness inside
Pretending I don’t feel misplaced
Is so much simpler than change
It’s easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It’s so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
Silence reigned as Harry finished his song. People were just gob-smacked at the fact that the Boy-Who-Lived had a voice like. A. God. How could they not have known? Slowly they started clapping their hands, the sound building in its intensity until it reached deafening volumes.
Then Harry put the microphone in front of his face again, and it went completely quiet as the music started.
It’s true, we’re all a little insane
But it’s so clear
Now that I’m unchained
Fear is only in our minds
Taking over all the time
Fear is only in our minds
But it’s taking over all the time
You poor sweet innocent thing
Dry your eyes and testify
You know you live to break me – don’t deny
Sweet sacrifice
One day I’m gonna forget your name
And one sweet day,
You’re gonna drown in my lost pain
Fear is only in our minds
Taking over all the time
Fear is only in our minds
But it’s taking over all the time
You poor sweet innocent thing
Dry your eyes and testify
And oh you love to hate me don’t you, honey?
I’m your sacrifice
(if I dream in darkness
I sleep to die
Erase the silence
Erase my life
Our burning ashes
Blacken the day
A world of nothingness
Blow me away)
Do you wonder why you hate?
Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes?
You poor sweet innocent thing
Dry your eyes and testify
You know you live to break me – don’t deny
Sweet sacrifice
After letting the last note ring out, Harry simply turned around and walked off the stage. After the last of the applause had died out, Professor McGonagall got back up on the stage, looking a little ruffled.
“Hmm…yes, well…that was our last act. Please write down your votes on the parchment in front of you and we will announce a winner momentarily.”
A furious scribbling could be heard throughout the Hall as everyone hurried to write down their favourite for first place. Ten minutes later, the Professor took the microphone again.
“And the winner is…”
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A/N2: Ta-da! I thought these songs portrayed the boys' feelings quite nicely. Ten guesses who Draco is singing about? Virtual cookies to those who guess correctly! Please review and make my day!
//LoveGD