Mr. Tambourine Man
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
6,130
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Mr. Tambourine Man
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
-The Byrds (Mr. Tambourine Man)-
Song can be found at http://www.duke.edu/~acm17/The%20Byrds%20-%20Mr.%20Tambourine%20Man.mp3
This fanfiction is inspired by the Spanish original movie Abre Los Ojos and its American remake Vanilla Sky. *This fanfic story is not BASED on the movie.
Chapter One
The London night was cold. The wind breezed through the busy streets. The pedestrians buried themselves in the warmth of their jackets. The cars honked and its tires screeched into a halt as Harry Potter crossed the street. He ignored the cursing drivers who were angry that he had crossed the street when it clearly showed bright red for the pedestrians.
Without looking at anyone or speaking to a pretty girl dressed provactivley who attempted to approach him, Harry made his way into a twenty story building. The yellow post-it notes that were posted on every inch of his flat told him to meet someone on the roof of this particular building. No one was inside. He spotted an elevator, whose doors were made of gold, on the opposite side of the room.
Faster than a blink of an eye he found himself inside the elevator rising up to the roof. He didn’t remember even walking to the elevator, pressing the ‘up’ button, and stepping inside. His thoughts tappered off as the doors slowly opened revealing the night view of London. It was even colorful in the night. He smiled at the beauty of the scenary.
He stepped out of the elevator and leaned over the edge to see the streets from far up high. The people, and the cars were like tiny ants.
“I thought you’d never come,” said a male voice behind him. It was a voice he was familiar to since he was eleven. Though it deepened throughout his Hogwart years he could still detect the voice’s owner.
“It’s kind of difficult to ignore a notice,” Harry replied. “When you’ve posted a hundreds of yellow post-its in my flat.”
He turned around to be only greeted by no one.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Just around the corner.”
He looked and saw nothing. “You’ve got an Invisibility Cloak?”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“I should be the one asking you questions.”
Harry walked toward the area of where he heard the voice.
“Tsk, tsk. No playing games. We don’t have a lot of time. They’re looking for you, you know.”
“I’m innocent.”
“I believe you, but no one else will do. Do you know why? The Aurors saw your wife’s memories in the Pensieve about an hour ago. The Daily Prophet haven’t got a hold of it...yet. It won’t be long before they do.”
“I know.”
“Tell me what happened.”
There was a long silence before Harry spoke.
“Nothing happened,” he said simply. He closed his eyes trying to hold back some tears as his memories flooded and rode out his emotions.
He was naked sitting at the corner of the shower, staring blankly at the floor. The body was in the bedroom wrapped in the bedsheets, which not long had they made terrible love on top of it.
“Wake up.”
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
-The Byrds (Mr. Tambourine Man)-
Song can be found at http://www.duke.edu/~acm17/The%20Byrds%20-%20Mr.%20Tambourine%20Man.mp3
This fanfiction is inspired by the Spanish original movie Abre Los Ojos and its American remake Vanilla Sky. *This fanfic story is not BASED on the movie.
Chapter One
The London night was cold. The wind breezed through the busy streets. The pedestrians buried themselves in the warmth of their jackets. The cars honked and its tires screeched into a halt as Harry Potter crossed the street. He ignored the cursing drivers who were angry that he had crossed the street when it clearly showed bright red for the pedestrians.
Without looking at anyone or speaking to a pretty girl dressed provactivley who attempted to approach him, Harry made his way into a twenty story building. The yellow post-it notes that were posted on every inch of his flat told him to meet someone on the roof of this particular building. No one was inside. He spotted an elevator, whose doors were made of gold, on the opposite side of the room.
Faster than a blink of an eye he found himself inside the elevator rising up to the roof. He didn’t remember even walking to the elevator, pressing the ‘up’ button, and stepping inside. His thoughts tappered off as the doors slowly opened revealing the night view of London. It was even colorful in the night. He smiled at the beauty of the scenary.
He stepped out of the elevator and leaned over the edge to see the streets from far up high. The people, and the cars were like tiny ants.
“I thought you’d never come,” said a male voice behind him. It was a voice he was familiar to since he was eleven. Though it deepened throughout his Hogwart years he could still detect the voice’s owner.
“It’s kind of difficult to ignore a notice,” Harry replied. “When you’ve posted a hundreds of yellow post-its in my flat.”
He turned around to be only greeted by no one.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Just around the corner.”
He looked and saw nothing. “You’ve got an Invisibility Cloak?”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“I should be the one asking you questions.”
Harry walked toward the area of where he heard the voice.
“Tsk, tsk. No playing games. We don’t have a lot of time. They’re looking for you, you know.”
“I’m innocent.”
“I believe you, but no one else will do. Do you know why? The Aurors saw your wife’s memories in the Pensieve about an hour ago. The Daily Prophet haven’t got a hold of it...yet. It won’t be long before they do.”
“I know.”
“Tell me what happened.”
There was a long silence before Harry spoke.
“Nothing happened,” he said simply. He closed his eyes trying to hold back some tears as his memories flooded and rode out his emotions.
He was naked sitting at the corner of the shower, staring blankly at the floor. The body was in the bedroom wrapped in the bedsheets, which not long had they made terrible love on top of it.
“Wake up.”