I'm not a coward, just shy (Hogwarts fanfic)

ch 8~ future's dance

Heat rushed though my body as I slipped at the piping hot mug of tea which had been pushed into my hand by Madam Pomfrey.

"We can't risk you get sick" She had mutter to be. Myself, Ron Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, minus Fred and George was sat about Harry waiting for him to wake you. Luna had got back up to the Ravenclaw common room to take a shower and get changed into some warm warms. The steam for the drink flogged up my glasses and chuckling to herself, Hermione took them off and my world went blurry. I squinted and rubbed my eyes. I always felt dizzy without them.

"Thanks, Hermione" I nodded as she pushed my glasses back into my hand and I put them back on.

When I had finally got my glasses on after poking my eye a few time, Harry gave a groan and opened his eyes.

"What... Happened" he murmured, help between sleep and awareness.

"Dementors got on school grounds, because you were the highest up they got to you first, You fell off your broom getting away from them. I hit you with a slowing spell and the ground was soft cause of the rain but you are going to be sore for a while." I said standing up and trying to help him sit up. He waved me away and I sighed handing him a chocolate bar. He took it and asked though a mouth full of chocolate.

"Where is my broom", I had already seen this part and had sent Fred and George to where I saw it land. I out my mouth but I was saved by the twins, who walked in dripping, muddy and both holding what was left of the broom. Harry's face fell. Anyone with two eyes and a brain could tell that Harry treasured the broom like I treasure my guitar.

"Sorry mate, Spello tape isn't going to fix this one" Fred looked pityingly at harry. I looked at George.

"Into the willow wasn't it" I asked and he nodded.

"I am going now, I'll see you later" I sighed leaving Harry alone to moan his broom.

I wasn't long down the corridor when a hand caught my sleeve. I turned to see the Hufflepuff seeker and heart throb, Cedric Driggory. I felt something cold and scared twisted in my gut.

I was in a grave yard, old and forgotten by something was getting closer. I pulled my arm free out of fear. My breathing ragged I faced the Hufflepuff.

"Sorry, you scared me" I lied.

"You one of Harry potter's Friends" He asked, he looked a little worried. I nodded and he continued. "I was wondering if he was ok. I hadn't realised he had fallen until it was too late. I wanted a rematch but they said it wasn't possible" He rambled on.

"Harry is fine, his broom not so much, we should be grateful that ground was to soft" I turned away to leave.

"Excuse me, I don't believe I your name?" He asked making me stop and turn back again.

"Taylor Fleet" I answered, "How if you would excuse me, I need to speak with someone" I left him in that corridor. Whatever I had seen was important and in circled both Cedric and Harry. Whatever it was it is close. Too close.

I sat dwarfed by the one of the wooden armchairs inside Dumbledore's office. He had listened intently to this new vision I had. Only adding small comments here and there but in the main part being silent. Known to myself until it was too late was that tears had started to drip from my eyes. I didn't know why, they did though.

Dumbledore told up from his arm chair. I watched him as he walked over to a partially beautiful looking instrument that resembled a guitar and I believed by looking at it would probably play the said.

"Taylor, it is too my knowledge that you have a certain talent for a muggle instrument known as a Guitar?" He asked this, running one gentle finger along one of the Instruments strings.

"Indeed, sir, it is the only thing that I have of my mother that truly feels mine." I nodded.

"Music is like the future and past, Taylor. It is wild, untamed and changeable, however it is gentle, emotional and personal. Many believe that it is the music that controls the dance however we are the ones who move our feet". Dumbledore had his eyes closed, his hands stretched out to the shoulder and waist of a partner I couldn't see. He began a simple waltz. His face giving an insight to the song I couldn't here. "Sometimes people improve the music and it is better than before and sometimes it is made worst. But we never know which one it shall be until it's played" He stopped, his watery blue irises meeting mine.

"Do you understand?" He asked. I nodded and I meant it. I knew what he meant now. I knew he was saying that it is impossible to be certain how things will turn out. In this case it really isn't over until the fat lady sings. "Wonderful" Dumbledore beamed, "Now I have been dying to hear you play" He said and with a wave of his wave my guitar landed in my lap. "Would you give me the honor at hearing you play?" He asked and feeling a little self conscious I began to play.

(superman by fighting for five. Cover by Boyce Avenue)

I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naïve

I'm just out to find

The better part of me

I'm more than a bird,

I'm more than a plane

I'm more than some pretty face beside a train

It's not easy to be me

I wish that I could cry

Fall upon my knees

Find a way to lie

'Bout a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd but don't be naïve

Even heroes have the right to bleed

I may be disturbed but won't you concede

Even heroes have the right to dream

And it's not easy to be me

Up, up and away, away from me

Well, it's alright

You can all sleep sound tonight

I'm not crazy or anything

I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naïve

Men weren't meant to ride

With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet

Digging for kryptonite on this one way street

Only a man in a funny red sheet

Looking for special things inside of me

Inside of me, inside of me [2x]

I'm only a man in a funny red sheet

I'm only a man looking for a dream

I'm only a man in a funny red sheet

And it's not easy.

It's not easy to be me.