One Shots

Harry Potter Singing

(A/N) so I legitimately wrote a whole song for this one shot so if you guys want me to add a video of it in here let me know and I'll see what I can do. I don't have a piano but I can make a ukulele or electric guitar version. And I may actually consider making this a full bodied story, but that's more unlikely.

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He sat by the gorgeous wood once again. This week had been particularly hard on him. When Ron abandoned him under the impression that he was simply trying to get more fame, Harry couldn't even think with all of his anger. Now though, he was overwhelmed by sorrow.
Ron was his best friend, he would never do anything to hurt him he was sure. He was a self righteous prick sometimes, but he always cared. At least Harry hoped he did.
Now, he sat before the smooth ivory of the piano he had visited day after day for weeks now. He had started to learn a while ago, when he first found it in an abandoned classroom towards the dungeons, but he had never played an actual song for it. That, and he'd never written one. Harry always was one for surprises though, and today was no different. After weeks of scrabbling together any and all ideas he had for lyrics and notes, he finally had a piece he felt was right.
Hesitantly he reach out and laid his hand on the cool white keys, letting his hand trace over them. His other soon joined and he just let them sit there for a moment. It was a lot for him to write this, and it hurt that he felt he needed to. It had so much in it that pained him, that he feared. Honestly it's no wonder he was afraid to play it.
Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulder and let his fingers play the first couple notes.
"How do you stop an lion from moving? You kill it." He let it hang in the air, stopped for a moment to consider that line, before breathing himself back to reality and continuing.
"A life worth taking in the name of winning.
Truly.
What can I do to change the living?
When all that's left is the breath of the killing?
Don't you wait for the mark of the keeping,
To save you.
I won't save you.
You push me away,
Every single time
You think I'm waiting,
To dive to the light.
Well I've got news for you buddy.
I'm not waiting for you.
I'm not waiting for any of you.
You breath me to life
And take it away
So don't you breath with me
No don't breath with me.
I'm under water now,
My bubbles are escaping.
A breath for the living
Is taken from the innocent
You wait for my descent
A madness unheard of envelops me
I wait to hang from the willow tree.
You'll see
Just what you've done to me."
His hand fell from the keys. His head bent over to try and stifle what he was sure would be horrendous sobs if he didn't have a little bit of dignity left in him. He lifted his limp hands against his face and crumple, shaking violently with each breath he tried to force into himself. The first actual sob broke through after that. A dead, lifeless sound that left little to the imagination of what he was feeling. Another followed. Another, and another after that. His hands moved from shoving into his eyes to gripping his hair. The desperate attempt at pulling himself together, quite literally. He tugged at it to bring himself back to reality, but it didn't work this time.
"Potter?" The young man stiffened within an instant, and the sobs were reduced to nothing, hands instantly slipping from his hair. He was still shaking from the effort from withholding the sobs, but he could not afford anymore of what he was feeling to come out right now. Not if that voice was who he thought it was.
"What do you want Malfoy." He was surprised himself that his voice had come out so even. If someone hadn't been there just moments before, and couldn't see his body shaking, no one would be able to tell what had just happened. He added to that by straightening his back and forcing his eyes to the wall in front of him, trying to portray the strong willed hero with a temper problem that he always had. Not that he wasn't one, but people expected heroes to be infallible, and he certainly wasn't infallible.
Footsteps echoed throughout the cold room and Harry was quick to subtly wipe away the tears on his face and set his jaw. It twitched every few seconds but it was better than before.
"Are you alright?" A quiet hand hovered over his shoulder, not quite touching him. Harry was perfectly aware of that hand though, and it was beginning to make him nervous.
"Fine Malfoy. Why don't you go bother someone else tonight?" He snapped back. He didn't mean to sound so mean. He honestly didn't, but the feeling of someone standing behind him able to share the secret that the-boy-who-lived was a depressed, suicidal freak was not comforting. He felt like a wild animal backed into a corner, and making Malfoy angry never failed to get him out of tough situations. The hand was snatched bad and he heard a sudden intake of breath. A sigh of relieve just barely slipped through his lips. Now maybe he'd be able to get out of this situation with a little dignity left. At least he'd be able to go down fighting if nothing else.
Apparently that didn't work for Malfoy though, because he didn't say a word. No angry snap back. No "my father will hear about this." Nothing. And suddenly Harry wasn't so sure he liked the idea of angering Malfoy anymore. He didn't want to fight anyone. He just wanted to sing a song and cry himself to sleep again. It's easier to do that than to actually put effort into forming the words of an argument. He wouldn't back down if it escalated though, and he wouldn't take back what he said. Even that was too much for him.
Then the hand was back on his shoulder and he jerked away without even thinking and looked panicked over at the offending appendage.
"Merlin Potter, no ones allowed to touch you now?" The blond rolled his eyes before looking back at Harry and the scowl disappeared. Harry was beginning to hyperventilate. "Woah hey. Breath Potter, just joking around right? Friendly rivalry and all?" He put on a fake smile, hoping to ease the boy, but it clearly wasn't working.
Tears began to well up and suddenly Harry needed out. He couldn't be in this room anymore. Malfoy would tell everyone what he saw here the second he left. Everyone would know that Harry Potter was just another freak and then they would never believe him able to stop Voldemort. What if they threw him out? Could they throw him out of Hogwarts for being depressed? He thought he remembered Hermione saying something like if they found a suicidal student in Hogwarts they could send them to saint Mungo's instead of schooling. He couldn't leave Hogwarts. He couldn't.
What would Vernon do when he got back from there anyway? Surely they'd have to inform him that he was in a mental institution. Would be try to beat that out of him too? Harry wouldn't put it past them. This last summer was bad enough, imagine if they knew-
"Harry." Suddenly his eyes saw nothing but the grey-blue of the boy in front of him. His entire mind occupied with the thought of those eyes staring at him. Did they want something? "You have to breath for me Harry. Do you think you can do that?" Why the hell was this guy helping him? He didn't deserve that. "Follow after me okay? In..." the blond exaggerated the effect of breath, watching as Harry struggled to keep up. Every time he tried to let out a breath, it all would start stumbling back in. He was watching as Harry got more frustrated and panicked with himself every time he tried to let a breath of.
"Hey, hey. You're fine." And suddenly a hand was on Harry's cheek, guiding his eyes back to the cool grey that calmed him. "I know it's difficult, but you'll get it. We have all the time in the world here, okay?" Hardy nodded dumbly. His breath was still erratic, but slowly the reality of where he was was setting back in. He was at school. No one knew about this, well almost no one. He could find a way to blackmail Malfoy into not telling anyone. I mean it couldn't be that hard right?
The problem was that he didn't have anything to blackmail him with. Would he need to? Would it make any difference in the end? Honestly, eventual someone was bound to find out. It's just a matter of when.
The fight left him. Completely abandoned his very being. The next thing he knew, he was completely slumped over, breath still completely erratic, but somehow being the only thing besides Malfoy keeping him upright. In a sense, he was putting everything in Malfoy here. By doing this alone he was giving him more to blackmail him with. It's not like it'd matter anyway. He'd be in Saint Mungo's within a week after it got out anyway. A little less pride wouldn't make any difference in the long run.
"Okay. Okay. I've got you." Malfoy carefully brought him into his chest, his arms gently circling around him. Since when was Malfoy gentle? He didn't care right then though, the soothing voice whispering silent promises was more than enough for him. Eventually he calmed down, breathing slowing. Just the simple act of a hug had him completely goey inside. He guessed that's what living with the Dursley's for that long would do to you. He never really got hugs when he was younger, and while touch usually terrified him, this felt so much nicer than the Dursley's had ever been. Even Mrs. Weasley could barely compare.
"You're okay now Harry. You're okay." Since when had Malfoy started calling him Harry? He was so tired. Did he even really care anymore? The answer was not really. If it meant that he could get more hugs like this, he would never complain about anything ever again.
"We should get you to the hospital wing." And just like that fully awake Harry was back and suddenly he wanted gone again. He shoved back against the chest holding him there. "Woah! Okay! No hospital wing. Got it. Got it." He relaxed again. "Merlin you are much stronger than you look." Harry snorted at the thought and a laugh sounded above him. Soothing circles were slowly being rubbed into his back, to the point that he wasn't even sure Malfoy realized he was doing it anymore.
"Go to sleep. You seem like you need it." A quiet whisper slipped into his barely conscious mind. Humming quietly, Harry let his eyes close completely and relaxed wondering how in the world this turn of events happened all in one night.