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JulieAnn · 05-10-2007, 09:07 PM

AN: Thanks Roshni! I am feeling much better, I still have a cough, but I feel much more the thing now! School is almost out, I have my final on Monday and then I am done! I have one more essay to write, and one to prepare for, but I am almost free! This chapter is exceedingly long, so I am doing it in sections, so here is the next part of the chapter, just to remind you, we are still chapter 38: Draco Malfoy! Enjoy! Just to for warn you, the italicized in this chapter is not a memory, it is just not reality, it is inside Draco's head

Harry opened his eyes, and was surprised to find the room was pitch black. He frowned as he stood in one spot, afraid to move for fear of running into something.

A faint hint of sound floated his way, as elusive as the breeze. The music was soft, but he couldn’t hear it loud enough to tell what it was.

He stood there, straining his ears to hear the sweet music, as it grew gradually louder. It sounded almost like Blues, a type of muggle music that he had got Dudley Swaying to one day, wearing a pair of thick black glasses, an unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Harry had giggle, alerting Dudley of his presence, who had turned red enough to rival his father, Harry however, did not stop laughing, even during the beating.

A small rose to his lips as he thought about that day.

As the music had grown stronger, a light on the opposite end of the room had also begun faintly, gaining brightness. Harry could see on object in the light, but couldn’t tell what it was.

He made his way cautiously and carefully forward coming ever closer to the light when suddenly a voice caused him to stop.

The voice was singing in a soft, rich baritone, and while Harry could not make out the words, the sadness of the singer was apparent in his voice.

Mesmerized, Harry continued forward. He could now see the faint out line of a platform, the object in the center of the light, a microphone on a stand.

Harry furrowed his brow in confusion. As he approached he could see the outlines of a White Grand Piano and a band playing in the background. The skill of the pianist was unsurpassed, but the elusive vocalist remained to be seen.

He stared at the faint outlines of the piano and the band, now realizing that the voice singing was not actually singing any words, just sounds, similar to humming.

Suddenly the music stopped and the lights went out, everything was black again. Harry was about to call out when just as unexpectedly the spotlight on the microphone came back on. A man now standing behind it, his back to Harry, is head down.

The man was wearing a slick, pinstripe black three piece suite, with a black hat, similar to the ones worn in the 20’s and 30’s by muggles, complete with black and white patented leather shoes. The entire ensemble was very catching a reminded Harry of the glimpses of 20’s gangster movies where the men wore Zoot suits, but the suit part was much more tight fitting than it was baggy.

The man began to sing lowly again, and Harry could feel his excitement building at the thought of finally seeing the face of the singer with such a haunting voice.

The singers head was bent slightly; suddenly he started snapping in time with the beat of the music. Harry realized that there was no longer a piano accompaniment, meaning he had been the superb pianist as well.

Harry stared up at the man in awe of his skills, when the man abruptly turned around and stepped fully into the spot light, and began to sing into the microphone.

He seemed unfazed from Harry’s audible gasp as he stumbled backward, falling into a chair that had not been there moments before. Harry looked around and realized, that while he was still the only one in the room besides the singer and his band, the room was now filled with round tables and chair, even a bar in the back, the light glinting off the bottles of whisky against the bars back wall.

Harry stared into the face of Draco Malfoy, who still was not aware that Harry was even there.

“What is going on here?” Harry asked himself, almost inaudibly, but Draco appeared to hear that small sound.

He stopped singing and abruptly looked up, “What are you doing here? This is a closed rehearsal, get out!” He snapped his fingers once, and two huge bouncers materialized out of thin air, catching Harry off guard. They hooked their arms under his, and dragged him out of the room, ignoring his protests, throwing him roughly out the door.

Harry fell out of his chair as he opened his eyes, jumping up just as suddenly, startling Minerva.

“Mr. Potter!?” She asked, her hand fluttering at her chest, “What happened?!”

“Crabb and Goyle bouncers just threw me out of Draco’s mind.” Harry said, wearily placing his head in his hands. “He quickly told Minerva what he had seen, and was surprised to hear her giggle. He looked up at her questioningly.

“It is interesting to see what one sees them at when they think they are alone in their minds.” Minerva said a twinkle in her eye.

Harry silently resolved to protect his mind better when he was sleeping.

“Well, go on Harry, you must try again.” She urged him.

Harry sighed, and again put his hands on Draco’s head, his eyes rolling back into his head once more.

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JulieAnn DA Secret Keeper RWFC B'day Blast officer SS100 Triumphant Snidget Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Thanks so much Mich for the Avvie and the Siggy!! You Rock my Socks!! Posts: 2,545 Hogwarts RPG Name: Athena Evans (A twin) Third	AN: Thanks Roshni! I am feeling much better, I still have a cough, but I feel much more the thing now! School is almost out, I have my final on Monday and then I am done! I have one more essay to write, and one to prepare for, but I am almost free! This chapter is exceedingly long, so I am doing it in sections, so here is the next part of the chapter, just to remind you, we are still chapter 38: Draco Malfoy! Enjoy! Just to for warn you, the italicized in this chapter is not a memory, it is just not reality, it is inside Draco's head Harry opened his eyes, and was surprised to find the room was pitch black. He frowned as he stood in one spot, afraid to move for fear of running into something. A faint hint of sound floated his way, as elusive as the breeze. The music was soft, but he couldn’t hear it loud enough to tell what it was. He stood there, straining his ears to hear the sweet music, as it grew gradually louder. It sounded almost like Blues, a type of muggle music that he had got Dudley Swaying to one day, wearing a pair of thick black glasses, an unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Harry had giggle, alerting Dudley of his presence, who had turned red enough to rival his father, Harry however, did not stop laughing, even during the beating. A small rose to his lips as he thought about that day. As the music had grown stronger, a light on the opposite end of the room had also begun faintly, gaining brightness. Harry could see on object in the light, but couldn’t tell what it was. He made his way cautiously and carefully forward coming ever closer to the light when suddenly a voice caused him to stop. The voice was singing in a soft, rich baritone, and while Harry could not make out the words, the sadness of the singer was apparent in his voice. Mesmerized, Harry continued forward. He could now see the faint out line of a platform, the object in the center of the light, a microphone on a stand. Harry furrowed his brow in confusion. As he approached he could see the outlines of a White Grand Piano and a band playing in the background. The skill of the pianist was unsurpassed, but the elusive vocalist remained to be seen. He stared at the faint outlines of the piano and the band, now realizing that the voice singing was not actually singing any words, just sounds, similar to humming. Suddenly the music stopped and the lights went out, everything was black again. Harry was about to call out when just as unexpectedly the spotlight on the microphone came back on. A man now standing behind it, his back to Harry, is head down. The man was wearing a slick, pinstripe black three piece suite, with a black hat, similar to the ones worn in the 20’s and 30’s by muggles, complete with black and white patented leather shoes. The entire ensemble was very catching a reminded Harry of the glimpses of 20’s gangster movies where the men wore Zoot suits, but the suit part was much more tight fitting than it was baggy. The man began to sing lowly again, and Harry could feel his excitement building at the thought of finally seeing the face of the singer with such a haunting voice. The singers head was bent slightly; suddenly he started snapping in time with the beat of the music. Harry realized that there was no longer a piano accompaniment, meaning he had been the superb pianist as well. Harry stared up at the man in awe of his skills, when the man abruptly turned around and stepped fully into the spot light, and began to sing into the microphone. He seemed unfazed from Harry’s audible gasp as he stumbled backward, falling into a chair that had not been there moments before. Harry looked around and realized, that while he was still the only one in the room besides the singer and his band, the room was now filled with round tables and chair, even a bar in the back, the light glinting off the bottles of whisky against the bars back wall. Harry stared into the face of Draco Malfoy, who still was not aware that Harry was even there. “What is going on here?” Harry asked himself, almost inaudibly, but Draco appeared to hear that small sound. He stopped singing and abruptly looked up, “What are you doing here? This is a closed rehearsal, get out!” He snapped his fingers once, and two huge bouncers materialized out of thin air, catching Harry off guard. They hooked their arms under his, and dragged him out of the room, ignoring his protests, throwing him roughly out the door. Harry fell out of his chair as he opened his eyes, jumping up just as suddenly, startling Minerva. “Mr. Potter!?” She asked, her hand fluttering at her chest, “What happened?!” “Crabb and Goyle bouncers just threw me out of Draco’s mind.” Harry said, wearily placing his head in his hands. “He quickly told Minerva what he had seen, and was surprised to hear her giggle. He looked up at her questioningly. “It is interesting to see what one sees them at when they think they are alone in their minds.” Minerva said a twinkle in her eye. Harry silently resolved to protect his mind better when he was sleeping. “Well, go on Harry, you must try again.” She urged him. Harry sighed, and again put his hands on Draco’s head, his eyes rolling back into his head once more. __________________ \| T•I•GG•ER \| The most wonderful thing about Tiggers, is Tiggers are wonderful things. \|Mich Made It For Me!!Mich's Fantastical Creations\| \|DAFC\|HPFC\|HGFC\|RWFC\|GWFC\|ADFC\|LLFC\|I Finally Finished It\| Last edited by JulieAnn; 05-10-2007 at 09:08 PM.