25 Song Album for Harry Potter -SA 13+ Disclaimer: I declare I am writing in compliment of JK Rowling’s work, not to alter or criticize. of songs describing Harry in scenes from the Harry Potter series. The songs describe different events, people, moments, opinions and feelings that may have happened in Harry's life at Hogwarts. Tracks 1. Out Of My Head- Mobile 2. The King and the Lion Heart- Of Monsters and Men 3. Let it Rock 4. Stars- Fun 5. Count On Me- Mat Kearney 6. Sly in Slytherin- Swish and Flick 7. Calling on the Backlines- Stars 8. Keep the Streets Empty for Me- Fever Ray 9. Lonely Mountain- Feed Me I chose this song because it's melody and tone remind me of Harry whenever I hear it. Especially the parts of the Movie when Voldomort appears in his mind, also when Harry is stressed out. ...I Must be Out Of MY Head It Must Be Something I said So Come on, I'll Waste My Life You Think I'm Out of My Head So Come on, I'll Waste My Life on You Coiling, ready to strike. Strike! A second laceration appeared on his Wincing face. Coiling into a spring, taking aim. “Stupify!” I woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. My arm was out stretched and I was sitting up in bed, I must have cast a spell during my sleep! My scar was burning “ah, ah”. I felt like I was out of my head, like I was having a fit or something. “You alright there Harry?” It was Seamus. “I’m fine Seamus” I replied, ticked off; embarrassed. “Well you seemed upset back there” “Oh ya, try me” I said. |
In mountains that are stacked with fear but you’re the king and I’m a lion heart and in the sea that’s painted black creatures lurk below the deck but you’re the king and I’m a lion heart The colors of gold and red waved in the wind, my scarf trailing behind me. I was running with Ron and Hermionie to the edge of the lake. I must be brave, I thought as we neared the bank. Ahead, a scrap of fabric amounted on the ground. “Stop, wait” Hermionie cried “this might be a lethathold” .She took out her wand and encouraged us to stay still. I did not listen, I walked boldly towards the black fabric. I bent down to get a closer look. “It’s the sorting hat!” I called back, the sword of Gryffindor was presented. |
Because when I arrive, I I’ll bring the fire make you come alive, I can take you higher what is this? Forgot? I must now remind you; let it rock, let it rock, let it rock Hogwarts was gathered in a single room, the entire student body staring up at me. “Look its Harry Potter!” they all began applauding. I appreciated everyone’s gratitude; but they really did not need to give me so much praise. After all, I needed to get passed the hands and hollering voices to find Ravenclaw’s diadem. Sometimes, I love the popularity I receive. But other times, being the chosen one is a dangerous task, which I yearn to give up. I cleared my throat, calming the crowd so I could announce why I came. “Does anyone know about a lost diadem?” |
With lights and pretty girls Most mights I stay straight And think about my mom Oh I miss her so much I turned the page in my photo book to the photograph of Lilly, James and I. Lilly smiled and tried to wave, only she was holding me in her arms. She passed me to James to set her hands free, and then waved; blew a kiss. I cannot remember being with my parents; but looking at these photographs helps them seem more real. Reminding me that at one point, I was with them; alive and tangible. Undoubtedly, this was a powerful memory. Not joyful like professor Lupin’s suggestion; but I wonder if it will still work for producing a patronus. |
You can count on me when you cannot see let me spell it out plain and simple now when your numbers called backs against the wall pick you up when you fall be there when you call singing ABC you can count on me 123 "You don't have a choice Harry" said Hermionie, placing her hand decisively on the railing; "we're going with you". Ron nodded his head in agreement. As much as it hurts to put my friends in so much danger, I have needed to count on them every encounter. Especially Hermionie, Ron and I could never remember all we learned in school without her. "I guess I don't have a choice" I replied, "I need all the help I can get" We returned to the living room, igniting a page from the prophet. Then sat by the warm light "where to first?" |
We always cheat at quiditch cause we like to play dirty Knock you off your broom so we can win by thirty We always say what’s on our minds Concise but mellow wording We don’t have to work hard we just go through the motions Goyle was the one to worry about, Draco seemed as though did not want to be a part of this at all, shrinking back; becoming a mouse. I pushed away from the Slytherins and frantically rummaged through the room. “Goyle set the place on fire!” Ron’s voice screamed. Flames the size of mountains rose over the junk heap, taking form of a snake. We began firing spells, the three of us and the three of them. “Avada Kedavra!” said Goyle, throwing spells aimlessly off the top of his head. He could actually kill us, these guys were more than bullies. |
Crawling from the battle to the other side If living isn't hard wired, I see it in your eyes “Harry, what are we going to do about the first years, they’ll be helpless” .I knew better then to lock them in the dungeon or tower. “They can help” I said. We gathered the first years and told them my plan. The villains were at the bridge. As soon as the lead Snatcher yelled "hoooahhhhh!” they charged. On cue the first years said “Wingardium Leviosa”, lifting humungous boulders from under the bridge. With their wands they threw the boulders, crushing Snatchers during landing. Just because firsties are younger, does not mean they are completely naive and unable to defend themselves. |
Whispering Mourning keep the streets empty for me Mourning keep the streets empty for me I’m laying down eating snow My fur is hot, my tongue is cold On a bed of spiderweb I think of how to change myself Wind blew through me, the sky a motionless blue. All the world seemed deafeningly still, even as a dog ran by barking, the world sat undisturbed. Puddles of water on the charcoal road looked like black ice, soaking life like a dementor sucks a human soul. I was walking into the sun, turning my head to the ground to avoid the glare. A single crow cawed past me, becoming absorbed by the stillness of the wind. My flannel cardigan waved like a flag on a flagpole. I should have worn my woolen robes and cape. They are warm, wool maybe. |
This song is Dubstep, so there are no recognisable lyrics “For my presentation I chose the water goblet. I mean, transforming an animal into a water goblet. I will be using Ron’s rat, he said it was alright if I cast the charm and screw it all up. And I didn’t want you use Hedwig because she is very dear to me and somebody gave her to me as a present. Well I better get started then. So the first step is to tap three times. Well, not three times on the animal, but tap three times in the air close to the animal, like you are imitating tapping it.” |
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