The Changes Heartbreakes Make
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Adult +
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2
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8,656
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2
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The Changes Heartbrakes Make
The Changes Heartbreaks Make – Chapter 1
Summary: “It’s over, Harry. I just can’t take all the people around me all the time. I hardly have any privacy anymore and we are never even have any alone time together anyways. I’m sorry but its not going to work anymore.” With that said she turned and left. Harry Potter was just dumped by Ginny Weasley and is heartbroken. Everyone knows that heartbreak makes people do strange things but this takes the cake. Harry Potter left England that day and everyone looks for him until they find him in (Well that would be telling wouldn’t it?J). In a threesome relationship. And Dancing. And in a band. Who the hell is he now?
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, OC/Harry/OC, Ron/Parvati, Hermione/Bill, Severus/Remus, Sirius is SINGLE! HELL YEA!
Other Characters: Rogelio, Julio, Javier, Sophia
Genre: Romance/Angst
(speaking) Translation.
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~Harry’s P.O.V.~
The crowd was cheering. Their loud voices pounding in my ears as I walked out onto the stage with the rest of the band. I watched them try to reach for me just to get one touch of what everyone called the perfect body. And who wouldn’t say that a 6”1, lean muscled, brunette, with green eyes didn’t have the perfect body? Not anyone there that’s for sure. We came out wearing our black tank tops and loose pants; for some unknown reason they loved the look if we added a couple of chains around our necks. The music started with a nice beat of drums along with a sexy Hispanic voice. (A/N: Hispanic dudes are fine!)
La reina de la noche La diosa del vudu
Yo no podre salvarme Podras salvarte tu?
La tela de la arana, La una del dragon
Te lleva a los infiernos Ella es tu adiccion:
Te besa y te desnudo con tu baile demencial,
Tu cierras los ojitos y te dejas arrastrar,
Tu te dejas arrastrar:
Ella que sera She's livin' la vida loca Y te dolera
Si de verdad te toca Ella es tu final
Vive la vida loca Ella te dira
Vive la vida loca She's livin' la vida loca
Se fue a New York City
A la torre de un hotel
Te ha robado la cartera
Se ha llevado hasta tu piel
Por eso no bebia De tu copa de licor
Por eso te besabe Con narcotico sabor,
Es el beso de calor
Te besa y te desnuda con su baile demencial
Tu cierras los ojitos y te dejas arrastrar
Tu te dejas arrastrar
Ella que sera She's livin' la vida loca,
Y te dolera Si de verdad te toca
Ella es tu final,
Vive la vida loca
Ella te dira
Vive la vida loca
(Living the Vida Loca By Ricky Martin)
They cheered again as the song ended. My voice echoing over theirs as they finished dancing and spread around looking for friends or sitting down from exhaustion. The song they had just danced to had been for the heartbreak that my band member and surrogate brother Julio had gone through and finding his girlfriend cheating on him; she was beautiful but always lying. Some still stood awaiting the next song that would hold such simplicity and yet they seemed to scream for it more than anything else. A strum of the guitar brought him out of his thoughts as he realized the song was about to begin.
Tengo la camisa negra
hoy mi amor esta de luto
Hoy tengo en el alma una pena
y es por culpa de tu embrujo
Hoy sé que tú ya no me quieres
y eso es lo que más me hiere
que tengo la camisa negra
y una pena que me duele
Suddenly I saw a pair of eyes watching me. This was not a rare or surprising thing since everyone is bound to be looking at you while you’re on stage but these were familiar. And not the familiar that you would like to see. I looked away quickly and focused on the song.
Mal parece que solo me quedé
y fue pura todita tu mentira
que maldita mala suerte la mía
que aquel día te encontré
Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor
yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor
respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós
y desde que tú te fuiste yo solo tengo:
Tengo la camisa negra
porque negra tengo el alma
yo por ti perdí la calma
y casi pierdo hasta mi cama
cama cama cama baby
te digo con disimulo
Tengo la camisa negra
ya tu amor no me interesa
lo que ayer me supo a gloria
hoy me sabe a pura
miércoles por la tarde y t ú que no llegas
ni siquiera muestras señas
y yo con la camisa negra
y tus maletas en la puerta
Mal parece que solo me quedé
y fue pura todita tu mentira
que maldita mala suerte la mía
que aquel día te encontré
Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor
yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor
respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós
y desde que tú te fuiste yo solo tengo:
I could not take my eyes away this time and suddenly felt that I was trapped in the pool of blue eyes that I hadn’t seen for three years and was hoping that I wouldn’t have to. Something showed in her eyes that I almost didn’t catch. Almost. I saw desire and lust, love and hate, but mostly lust. It happened. Knowing that I needed to leave before she caught him along with whoever else she brought with her, started forming a plan of escape.
Tengo la camisa negra
porque negra tengo el alma
yo por ti perdí la calma
y casi pierdo hasta mi cama
cama cama cama baby
te digo con disimulo
Tengo la camisa negra
y debajo tengo el difunto
Tengo la camisa negra
porque negra tengo el alma
yo por ti perdí la calma
y casi pierdo hasta mi cama
cama cama cama baby
te digo con disimulo
Tengo la camisa negra
y debajo tengo el difunto
(La Camisa Negra By Juanes)
Finally finishing my plan, I quickly walked off the stage for their break and headed to the dressing room.
“Que estas haciendo?” I heard behind me. Turning around I saw Rogelio and Sophia looking at me with worry with the rest of the band behind them. (What are you doing?)
“Me tengo ayir.” I replied. (I need to go.)
“Donde?” Sophia asked. (Where?)
“La casa.” (The house.)
“Que es la problema?” (What’s the problem?) She asked but before I could answer the door was blast open and I could see that they had finally found me. Twelve people stood there in the doorway with an air of danger that made them nervous. One stepped out of the group and said, “Harry James Potter where the bloody hell have you been?! And what are you doing in Mexico!!!”
Summary: “It’s over, Harry. I just can’t take all the people around me all the time. I hardly have any privacy anymore and we are never even have any alone time together anyways. I’m sorry but its not going to work anymore.” With that said she turned and left. Harry Potter was just dumped by Ginny Weasley and is heartbroken. Everyone knows that heartbreak makes people do strange things but this takes the cake. Harry Potter left England that day and everyone looks for him until they find him in (Well that would be telling wouldn’t it?J). In a threesome relationship. And Dancing. And in a band. Who the hell is he now?
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, OC/Harry/OC, Ron/Parvati, Hermione/Bill, Severus/Remus, Sirius is SINGLE! HELL YEA!
Other Characters: Rogelio, Julio, Javier, Sophia
Genre: Romance/Angst
(speaking) Translation.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Harry’s P.O.V.~
The crowd was cheering. Their loud voices pounding in my ears as I walked out onto the stage with the rest of the band. I watched them try to reach for me just to get one touch of what everyone called the perfect body. And who wouldn’t say that a 6”1, lean muscled, brunette, with green eyes didn’t have the perfect body? Not anyone there that’s for sure. We came out wearing our black tank tops and loose pants; for some unknown reason they loved the look if we added a couple of chains around our necks. The music started with a nice beat of drums along with a sexy Hispanic voice. (A/N: Hispanic dudes are fine!)
La reina de la noche La diosa del vudu
Yo no podre salvarme Podras salvarte tu?
La tela de la arana, La una del dragon
Te lleva a los infiernos Ella es tu adiccion:
Te besa y te desnudo con tu baile demencial,
Tu cierras los ojitos y te dejas arrastrar,
Tu te dejas arrastrar:
Ella que sera She's livin' la vida loca Y te dolera
Si de verdad te toca Ella es tu final
Vive la vida loca Ella te dira
Vive la vida loca She's livin' la vida loca
Se fue a New York City
A la torre de un hotel
Te ha robado la cartera
Se ha llevado hasta tu piel
Por eso no bebia De tu copa de licor
Por eso te besabe Con narcotico sabor,
Es el beso de calor
Te besa y te desnuda con su baile demencial
Tu cierras los ojitos y te dejas arrastrar
Tu te dejas arrastrar
Ella que sera She's livin' la vida loca,
Y te dolera Si de verdad te toca
Ella es tu final,
Vive la vida loca
Ella te dira
Vive la vida loca
(Living the Vida Loca By Ricky Martin)
They cheered again as the song ended. My voice echoing over theirs as they finished dancing and spread around looking for friends or sitting down from exhaustion. The song they had just danced to had been for the heartbreak that my band member and surrogate brother Julio had gone through and finding his girlfriend cheating on him; she was beautiful but always lying. Some still stood awaiting the next song that would hold such simplicity and yet they seemed to scream for it more than anything else. A strum of the guitar brought him out of his thoughts as he realized the song was about to begin.
Tengo la camisa negra
hoy mi amor esta de luto
Hoy tengo en el alma una pena
y es por culpa de tu embrujo
Hoy sé que tú ya no me quieres
y eso es lo que más me hiere
que tengo la camisa negra
y una pena que me duele
Suddenly I saw a pair of eyes watching me. This was not a rare or surprising thing since everyone is bound to be looking at you while you’re on stage but these were familiar. And not the familiar that you would like to see. I looked away quickly and focused on the song.
Mal parece que solo me quedé
y fue pura todita tu mentira
que maldita mala suerte la mía
que aquel día te encontré
Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor
yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor
respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós
y desde que tú te fuiste yo solo tengo:
Tengo la camisa negra
porque negra tengo el alma
yo por ti perdí la calma
y casi pierdo hasta mi cama
cama cama cama baby
te digo con disimulo
Tengo la camisa negra
ya tu amor no me interesa
lo que ayer me supo a gloria
hoy me sabe a pura
miércoles por la tarde y t ú que no llegas
ni siquiera muestras señas
y yo con la camisa negra
y tus maletas en la puerta
Mal parece que solo me quedé
y fue pura todita tu mentira
que maldita mala suerte la mía
que aquel día te encontré
Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor
yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor
respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós
y desde que tú te fuiste yo solo tengo:
I could not take my eyes away this time and suddenly felt that I was trapped in the pool of blue eyes that I hadn’t seen for three years and was hoping that I wouldn’t have to. Something showed in her eyes that I almost didn’t catch. Almost. I saw desire and lust, love and hate, but mostly lust. It happened. Knowing that I needed to leave before she caught him along with whoever else she brought with her, started forming a plan of escape.
Tengo la camisa negra
porque negra tengo el alma
yo por ti perdí la calma
y casi pierdo hasta mi cama
cama cama cama baby
te digo con disimulo
Tengo la camisa negra
y debajo tengo el difunto
Tengo la camisa negra
porque negra tengo el alma
yo por ti perdí la calma
y casi pierdo hasta mi cama
cama cama cama baby
te digo con disimulo
Tengo la camisa negra
y debajo tengo el difunto
(La Camisa Negra By Juanes)
Finally finishing my plan, I quickly walked off the stage for their break and headed to the dressing room.
“Que estas haciendo?” I heard behind me. Turning around I saw Rogelio and Sophia looking at me with worry with the rest of the band behind them. (What are you doing?)
“Me tengo ayir.” I replied. (I need to go.)
“Donde?” Sophia asked. (Where?)
“La casa.” (The house.)
“Que es la problema?” (What’s the problem?) She asked but before I could answer the door was blast open and I could see that they had finally found me. Twelve people stood there in the doorway with an air of danger that made them nervous. One stepped out of the group and said, “Harry James Potter where the bloody hell have you been?! And what are you doing in Mexico!!!”