Not the Lily You Know

Music, Maladies And Magical Beasts.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, THAT BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING. SONGS BELONG TO THE ORIGINAL ARTISTS, THOUGH I MAY HAVE TWEAKED THEM TO FIT THIS STORY. ANYTHING ELSE THAT BELONGS TO ANYONE E;SE BELONGS TO THEM NOT ME!

I woke at, I think, 4:30 in the morning. All the girls were in their beds, asleep, and as far as I knew so was everyone else.

I got up and saw that I was wearing the same thing as I was last night.

I walked over to my wardrobe and rifled through my clothes.

I found some bright green skin-tight jeans, a pair of black and white DC's, a white 3/4 shirt with black smudges, and a black leather jacket.

I looked at my reflection.

'I look okay I guess.' I thought to myself.

I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail and grabbed my wand and some random items of mine.

I walked out the door, down the stairs and down to the basement door in silence.

I opened the door and stepped onto the staircase.

'Note to self: don't go down the fourth tunnel.' I thought.

I whizzed down the slide and eventually started nearing the split.

I made a strong left turn and shot down the second tunnel.

I slid into a room barren of anything except a raised platform in the centre of the room.

I walked over to the platform, my shoes making a muffled sound on the hard wood floor.

I transfigured the stuff into instruments and stood on the platform.

I charmed the instruments to play the song I sang, and I started to sing.

"When a room becomes an altar

And what beast that must exist

It flies with music from our lips

And steals a kiss and blows it

Out into the mist

Where castles stand on cliffs

And cobbled streets they wind and drift

And moods are made and set but shift

This place where skies are low

And birds are big

We went to sleep in day

And woke again the same day

We have learned to cheat the time

And find the hours

That the clocks cannot define

As I looked up from that stage

I felt the thing that had been made

And how it raged

And how it raged

How to explain?

Something makes me howl

And shiver to the core

Ah outside if it was raining

Then inside there'd be a storm

We've got a pair of hands for climbing

And a pair of knees to spring

And a pair of balls for strength

And a pair of lungs to sing