Welp, its been a bit since I've done much on here. But since my last story.... a lot of awesome things have happened! I am a huge fan of Pink Floyd- nearly obsessed- so I had to make some Pink Floyd stories! All credit to Pink Floyd- including Syd Barrett, Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Richard Wright and Nick Mason. The Pink Floyd catalog is also owned by EMI Records, so all credit to the previously named peoples! This is a collection of stories, in sagas, or all standalone, or some picking up on plots from previous chapters.

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I don't need no arms around me
And I dont need your drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I'll need anything at all.
No! Don't think I'll need anything at all.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall....

Harry was angry. Plain and simple. No, no, not a letter, not a word, he was being watched the whole summer, and his anger came out in screams aimed at Ron and Hermione, and he almost felt horrible about it, he really could reach for that guilt, the feeling of it, but couldn't, and he waited silently in the night, his knees curled to his chest, and he loved everyone in Grimwauld Place- they were all friends, almost family, but everything had taken its toll. All the death, all of the misery, everything. And it hurt. But the wall was being built, and he could barely help it, and another brick was placed. The Wall was almost rational to him, and it quickly was becoming right to him. Every day he became more and more of a recluse.
And the death of Sirius Black months later only helped.

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Careful with that axe, Eugene......

Harry has built a wall, around himself. He didn't talk, didn't really do anything. He just sat there. Almost catatonic. He was never careful. Never really thoughtful of what he did. Would he had been more careful if it was axe instead of a wand he was holding?

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All alone, or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down
Outside the ruins of
The Wall....
Some hand in hand, some gathered together in bands.....
The bleeding hearts and the artists make their stands.....
and when they've given you there all, some stagger and fall, after all
its not easy
banging your heart against some mad buggers wall....

Harry had shed his wall. But we always have walls, we need them, or think we need them, for survival. To bottle up the emotion. But Harry had let most of his walls crumble.....
"We did it! We won!" The cheers echoed, and Voldemorts body lay far away.
And Harry let his wall crumble.

Her love rains down on me easy as the breeze
I listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea
I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire
We were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire

She could take it back, she might take it back someday

Ron had sat on the Bus taking him to home, holding a small box in his hand. A ring sat inside, waiting to be fitted to a finger. He had pushed her to arguments before, leaving, but they always refound their love and came back. She had never taken it back.
A solitary thought crossed his mind, words that would be told when he got home.
I love you, Hermione. I've been wanting to do this for so long.
Will you marry me?

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Moved for inactivity. Last updated 07/05/2011 TO BE DELETED 01/05/2011