Harry Potter, LP, and the Sixth Year
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own Linkin. Please don't take my story and re-write it and claim it as your own, that's called plagiarism. I only own the plot.
Note: Somehow the italics aren't showing every time I upload it.
Summary: it's Harry Potter's 6th year my way. OotP spoilers. There's a vampire, Harry in a rock band (Linkin Park songs, not really a songfic), and hopefully more.
Harry Potter lies awake writing on something that looks like notebook with parchment paper with a quill pen and now and then staring out in the window, it's the 2nd hottest summer in row at number four, Private Drive. It's been about 5 days since he left Hogwarts, his school. Harry already wrote his letter to Mad-Eye Moody:
Dear Moody,
Everything's fine here at the muggles. They took your threat solemnly . I need you to do a favor for me. Can you change some of my wizarding money into muggle? I just need about 1200 pound notes. Here's the key to my vault.
Thanks,
H P
Harry was awake because of three things: 1) he can't sleep, 2) hoping that Sirius's death was just a really mean joke played on him and that Sirius will owl him any minute now, and 3) it feels like someone or something is calling out to him. Harry just put down his quill and read what he wrote:
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the
surface
Consuming, Confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling
I can't seem to find my self again
My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that
there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So Insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, Reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own
reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem.
To find my self again
My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced
that here's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So Insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the
surface
Consuming
Confusing what is real.
This lack of self-control I fear is never
ending
Controlling
Confusing what is real.
Harry looked at the lyrics satisfied. That was the third one he finished, since he got back from Hogwarts. Now he just has to find a band and a composition for the right songs. He put the notebook with the lyrics in the floorboard under the bed. He also put a small enchantment over it, so that only he and that only the people he lets gets to read it. Sirius taught it to him, while Harry was staying at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place during Christmas vacation. It was sort of the same spell as the Marauder's Map.
It hurt Harry to think about Sirius. Even though Cedric Diggory died
about two years ago, Harry did feel guilty but Cedric wasn't as close
to Harry as Sirius was. With Sirius it was like 20 times worse, a huge
hole is now there in Harry's heart.
"Harry." something faint called out to him. Harry immediately looked
around.
"S-Sirius?" he called out hesitantly. "Where are you?" he called out.
He was only greeted with the usual sounds of the night. He put his
head down in disappointment and sighed.
"Sleep." again for the second time that night. Immediately Harry was
getting drowsy and he yawned.
"Not tired, let me see you," Harry whispered before he yawned again,
taking off his glasses on the table beside the bed and laid down to
sleep.
"Soon young one. Soon." came that mysterious voice again.
A blurred figure looked down on him as sleep came over him; before he
knew it morning came and he felt a little light headed.
"BOY BREAKFAST!" his Aunt Petunia screeched to him. Ever since Moody's threat, all of the Dursley's have been treating him a bit better.
"COMING." Harry changed into Dudley's oversized pant and shirt. He made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Morning," he said to them. Uncle Vernon just grunted from his newspaper, Dudley ignored him, and Aunt Petunia just gave him a strange look.
"Here eat up and when you're done, we are going to London to go buy some things," Aunt Petunia told him when she gave Harry his breakfast. "And take a shower."
"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry said dully. After Harry was done eating breakfast he took a shower. An owl came by it was from Moody:
Potter, Good to hear you're fine. Here are your 1201-pound notes. What are you going to get? Well you still have a load of money left. If you ever go out, remember this: CONSTANT VIGILANCE! Moody
Harry took the pouch from the owl. He looked around the room to find parchment. He dabbed the quill in the ink jar and wrote:
Dear Moody, Thanks for doing that money change thing. I'm planning on buying some clothes and stuff. Something strange happened last night. No, it has nothing to do with my scar or any strange dreams. I thought I heard something call out to me. And right before I fell asleep, I thought I saw a figure at my window. It might have been a huge bird or an OotP member or something else. I'll remember constant vigilance. Well I have to go now. Thanks again.
H P
Harry tied the letter to the owl's leg. After that, he changed into one of Dudley's faded hand-me downs; he put the 1201-pound notes in one of the deep pockets so that no one will mug him or he won't lose it. "Finally your down here boy," Uncle Vernon said to Harry.
" Where's Dudley?" Harry asked him when he didn't notice his baby whale of a cousin there.
"He went out to play with that Piers boy again," Aunt Petunia replied.
"Oh," was Harry's reply before sniggering when his aunt used the word play.
"Well get in the car," Uncle Vernon told him. Uncle Vernon drove to the London mall. It was a fairly big mall.
"Why did you take me with you?" he asked them.
"Because those freaks might be watching us," Aunt Petunia told him skeptically.
"Uh, can I go shop by myself?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Fine but be back here at 4 o'clock," Aunt Petunia said.
"Thank you," Harry said gratefully and he left. He looked at his watch and remembered it wasn't working, so he looked at the mall clock, it read: 11:59. So he had about 3 hours. 'What am I going to do in four hours?' he thought to himself. So he did what every teen on their own do in a mall: walk around to find an interesting store, eat, sit, or walk around again.
He walked for about 20 minutes, not caring if people starred at him or talked about his appearance. He noticed a line of people outside of an unfinished store. Some of them were trying to sing. He didn't want to bother with them so he looked across from them and noticed an interesting store: it was like a wizarding store with the old red bricks, but instead of finding people in robes, tall pointed hats, people selling toe nails or warts, he found it was a clothing store called The Dungeon. It looked interesting and he did need new clothes, so he walked in. Harry nervously walked in as everyone around him, watched him.
"Can I help you sir?" said a very cheery voice. Harry looked at the girl in front of him. She had brown hair with green streaks and she wore all black.
"Uh, yes you can," he told her.
" So what can I help you with?" she asked him.
"Everything," was his reply to her.
" Everything?!" she asked him surprised.
"As in clothes. From socks to shirts."
"Uh, right this was way." She was asking him for his name. 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE!' Moody's voice rang in his head.
"Chester," Harry lied to her. "And you?"
"Anya. Well we'll start with socks then," Anya said and they sent to the other side of the store.
Within twenty minutes, Harry had his arms full of clothes. Anya directed him to the men's dressing room to find out if the clothes fit him and if they look good on him. Well most of them did and after that he paid for those 8 pairs of pants (30 pounds each (not the weight)), 7 shirts (20 pounds each), 2 pairs of socks (11 pounds altogether), a pair of boots (50 pounds), and a pen (2 pounds). Harry thanked the cashier, Jaymi, who was trying to eat a pixie stick and type in the prices when she accidentally dumped the pixie stick powder onto the keyboard, the poor girl.
" Anya, would it be alright if I put some of these on now?"
Harry asked her.
"Yeah, sure Chester," she told Harry (who told her his name was Chester).
When Harry came out of the dressing room, he was wearing the black boots, baggy black jeans with a green outlining, and a tight blood red shirt. He noticed some of the girls and some guys staring at him. He threw away Dudley's old clothes in a nearby garbage can and walked towards Anya. "Thanks Anya for helping me." Harry told Anya. "Oh before I forget, tell that crazy lady who's eating all those pixie sticks to stop. Kay I'm going now." "Yeah Chester. Jaymi you heard the guy, STOP!" Anya told Jaymi, which she sadly actually listened for once.
Harry walked out of the store without a backwards glance and looked around for a clock. Once he finally found one (two hours left), there was a flier that said:
Hey young people of London. Are you looking for a career in rock music, particularly in being a vocalist? Well if you are, go to the almost finished store in the London mall. There's a banner that says Auditions. You can't miss it. It's on the second floor, on the left, across from The Dungeon. Today, the first Saturday of June, is the final day. Good luck.
So what do you think about the first fanfic I ever wrote? I'm making this up as I go on. Please review, I don't care if you flame me or not, I want to know how you guys feel about this story, so I can go on writing it. Do you think Harry is going to audition or not? Sorry if this looks messed up and that I bored you to death to the ones who actually survived reading this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own Linkin. Please don't take my story and re-write it and claim it as your own, that's called plagiarism. I only own the plot.
Note: Somehow the italics aren't showing every time I upload it.
Summary: it's Harry Potter's 6th year my way. OotP spoilers. There's a vampire, Harry in a rock band (Linkin Park songs, not really a songfic), and hopefully more.
Harry Potter lies awake writing on something that looks like notebook with parchment paper with a quill pen and now and then staring out in the window, it's the 2nd hottest summer in row at number four, Private Drive. It's been about 5 days since he left Hogwarts, his school. Harry already wrote his letter to Mad-Eye Moody:
Dear Moody,
Everything's fine here at the muggles. They took your threat solemnly . I need you to do a favor for me. Can you change some of my wizarding money into muggle? I just need about 1200 pound notes. Here's the key to my vault.
Thanks,
H P
Harry was awake because of three things: 1) he can't sleep, 2) hoping that Sirius's death was just a really mean joke played on him and that Sirius will owl him any minute now, and 3) it feels like someone or something is calling out to him. Harry just put down his quill and read what he wrote:
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the
surface
Consuming, Confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling
I can't seem to find my self again
My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that
there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So Insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, Reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own
reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem.
To find my self again
My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced
that here's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So Insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the
surface
Consuming
Confusing what is real.
This lack of self-control I fear is never
ending
Controlling
Confusing what is real.
Harry looked at the lyrics satisfied. That was the third one he finished, since he got back from Hogwarts. Now he just has to find a band and a composition for the right songs. He put the notebook with the lyrics in the floorboard under the bed. He also put a small enchantment over it, so that only he and that only the people he lets gets to read it. Sirius taught it to him, while Harry was staying at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place during Christmas vacation. It was sort of the same spell as the Marauder's Map.
It hurt Harry to think about Sirius. Even though Cedric Diggory died
about two years ago, Harry did feel guilty but Cedric wasn't as close
to Harry as Sirius was. With Sirius it was like 20 times worse, a huge
hole is now there in Harry's heart.
"Harry." something faint called out to him. Harry immediately looked
around.
"S-Sirius?" he called out hesitantly. "Where are you?" he called out.
He was only greeted with the usual sounds of the night. He put his
head down in disappointment and sighed.
"Sleep." again for the second time that night. Immediately Harry was
getting drowsy and he yawned.
"Not tired, let me see you," Harry whispered before he yawned again,
taking off his glasses on the table beside the bed and laid down to
sleep.
"Soon young one. Soon." came that mysterious voice again.
A blurred figure looked down on him as sleep came over him; before he
knew it morning came and he felt a little light headed.
"BOY BREAKFAST!" his Aunt Petunia screeched to him. Ever since Moody's threat, all of the Dursley's have been treating him a bit better.
"COMING." Harry changed into Dudley's oversized pant and shirt. He made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Morning," he said to them. Uncle Vernon just grunted from his newspaper, Dudley ignored him, and Aunt Petunia just gave him a strange look.
"Here eat up and when you're done, we are going to London to go buy some things," Aunt Petunia told him when she gave Harry his breakfast. "And take a shower."
"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry said dully. After Harry was done eating breakfast he took a shower. An owl came by it was from Moody:
Potter, Good to hear you're fine. Here are your 1201-pound notes. What are you going to get? Well you still have a load of money left. If you ever go out, remember this: CONSTANT VIGILANCE! Moody
Harry took the pouch from the owl. He looked around the room to find parchment. He dabbed the quill in the ink jar and wrote:
Dear Moody, Thanks for doing that money change thing. I'm planning on buying some clothes and stuff. Something strange happened last night. No, it has nothing to do with my scar or any strange dreams. I thought I heard something call out to me. And right before I fell asleep, I thought I saw a figure at my window. It might have been a huge bird or an OotP member or something else. I'll remember constant vigilance. Well I have to go now. Thanks again.
H P
Harry tied the letter to the owl's leg. After that, he changed into one of Dudley's faded hand-me downs; he put the 1201-pound notes in one of the deep pockets so that no one will mug him or he won't lose it. "Finally your down here boy," Uncle Vernon said to Harry.
" Where's Dudley?" Harry asked him when he didn't notice his baby whale of a cousin there.
"He went out to play with that Piers boy again," Aunt Petunia replied.
"Oh," was Harry's reply before sniggering when his aunt used the word play.
"Well get in the car," Uncle Vernon told him. Uncle Vernon drove to the London mall. It was a fairly big mall.
"Why did you take me with you?" he asked them.
"Because those freaks might be watching us," Aunt Petunia told him skeptically.
"Uh, can I go shop by myself?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Fine but be back here at 4 o'clock," Aunt Petunia said.
"Thank you," Harry said gratefully and he left. He looked at his watch and remembered it wasn't working, so he looked at the mall clock, it read: 11:59. So he had about 3 hours. 'What am I going to do in four hours?' he thought to himself. So he did what every teen on their own do in a mall: walk around to find an interesting store, eat, sit, or walk around again.
He walked for about 20 minutes, not caring if people starred at him or talked about his appearance. He noticed a line of people outside of an unfinished store. Some of them were trying to sing. He didn't want to bother with them so he looked across from them and noticed an interesting store: it was like a wizarding store with the old red bricks, but instead of finding people in robes, tall pointed hats, people selling toe nails or warts, he found it was a clothing store called The Dungeon. It looked interesting and he did need new clothes, so he walked in. Harry nervously walked in as everyone around him, watched him.
"Can I help you sir?" said a very cheery voice. Harry looked at the girl in front of him. She had brown hair with green streaks and she wore all black.
"Uh, yes you can," he told her.
" So what can I help you with?" she asked him.
"Everything," was his reply to her.
" Everything?!" she asked him surprised.
"As in clothes. From socks to shirts."
"Uh, right this was way." She was asking him for his name. 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE!' Moody's voice rang in his head.
"Chester," Harry lied to her. "And you?"
"Anya. Well we'll start with socks then," Anya said and they sent to the other side of the store.
Within twenty minutes, Harry had his arms full of clothes. Anya directed him to the men's dressing room to find out if the clothes fit him and if they look good on him. Well most of them did and after that he paid for those 8 pairs of pants (30 pounds each (not the weight)), 7 shirts (20 pounds each), 2 pairs of socks (11 pounds altogether), a pair of boots (50 pounds), and a pen (2 pounds). Harry thanked the cashier, Jaymi, who was trying to eat a pixie stick and type in the prices when she accidentally dumped the pixie stick powder onto the keyboard, the poor girl.
" Anya, would it be alright if I put some of these on now?"
Harry asked her.
"Yeah, sure Chester," she told Harry (who told her his name was Chester).
When Harry came out of the dressing room, he was wearing the black boots, baggy black jeans with a green outlining, and a tight blood red shirt. He noticed some of the girls and some guys staring at him. He threw away Dudley's old clothes in a nearby garbage can and walked towards Anya. "Thanks Anya for helping me." Harry told Anya. "Oh before I forget, tell that crazy lady who's eating all those pixie sticks to stop. Kay I'm going now." "Yeah Chester. Jaymi you heard the guy, STOP!" Anya told Jaymi, which she sadly actually listened for once.
Harry walked out of the store without a backwards glance and looked around for a clock. Once he finally found one (two hours left), there was a flier that said:
Hey young people of London. Are you looking for a career in rock music, particularly in being a vocalist? Well if you are, go to the almost finished store in the London mall. There's a banner that says Auditions. You can't miss it. It's on the second floor, on the left, across from The Dungeon. Today, the first Saturday of June, is the final day. Good luck.
So what do you think about the first fanfic I ever wrote? I'm making this up as I go on. Please review, I don't care if you flame me or not, I want to know how you guys feel about this story, so I can go on writing it. Do you think Harry is going to audition or not? Sorry if this looks messed up and that I bored you to death to the ones who actually survived reading this.