Wicked- a Bastille and Harry Potter fanfic

~It's only the beginning~

I brought Woody to my room at the Dursleys. I showed him my bedroom, but we didn't stay there that long. This is because my music room is next to my bedroom, so we spent some hours there: Woody playing the drums, me improvising along on my keyboard. Halfway through the song he suddenly stops playing. "Dan, you still write songs don't you?" He asks curiously. "Yes I do, but they aren't that good. I'm currently working on a Twin Peaks song and a song about the Vesuvius eruption, why?" Now Woody seems to feel uncomfortable. "You remember that girl at our gig? Chrissy? Well, I can't seem to forget her and I thought, you know.... Maybe you could help me....." "To write a song for her?" He nods. "Of course I want to help you! Just describe what you're feeling" Woody is about to start when my phone rings. Mr Davies. I completely forgot about that interview! "Woody, I'm sorry but I have to go... Tomorrow, same time?" We agree to that and I make my way to the hospital.

Outside the hospital I see them waiting: my tutor Mr Davies and my English teacher, Mrs Simmons. They guide me upstairs, to the room where her son is waiting, her son that woke up after ten years of coma. I just have to do a small interview for the local medical magazine, that's it. Easy right? That feeling completely changes when I see who's in the room. It's Kyle, and he isn't dead.