Silent...(Harry Potter Love Story)

The Remorse Begin

Dawn's P.O.V

I walk down the halls while reading my book I'm wearing my thick glasses because I lost my contacts and they're broken too...so that doesn't help with my sight...I continue reading though and, as you didn't guess, it was Beauty and the Beast WRONG! I'm reading a book about a wizard, yeah I know I'm a witch in a magic school with wizards, but it's fun reading about Muggle's point of view of wizards and witches.

"Did you hear she's planning on sleeping with Harry Potter?" I heard someone whisper as I walk by them.

"Really! I wonder if she's going to have another abortion." Whsipered a girl I stop and glance at them over my shoulder but shook my head and continue reading and walking. I'm used to the remorse of me sleeping with strangers, I know I shouldn't, but I am...and to give you a point I am a virgin and never had a guy be anywhere close to touching me in any sexual way. But the abortion thing I was confused by, I didn't know any remorse of abortions, I continue walking until I bump into a girl. "What where you're going, slut!" She yelled I sigh silently and pick up my book and went to walk away but she pulled me back my hair and held me there as her friend looked me right in the face.

"You better watch out! If you go anywhere near Harry Potter or sleep with him, you're dead meat!" She spat in my face.

"Why do you care? You're not dating him." I sign and she smirked at me.

"Actually, I am, bitch." She said and my eyes widen and her friend pushed me away and they walk away.

Harry has a girlfriend? I thought.

I continue walking feeling depressed I stopped reading nowing just hugging the book to my chest when I walked by a wall and looked to it to see a door and I hesitated but enter to see a music room I smile a little and went to the piano and started playing a song about my real parents:

(Welcome To The Black Parade By My Chemical Romance)

"When I was a young boy,

My father took me into the city,
To see a marching band,
He said, "Son, when you grow up,
Would you be the savior of the broken,
The beaten and the damned,"

He said, "Will you defeat them,
Your demons and all the non-believers,
The plans that they have made,
Because one day, I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the Black Parade,"

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city,
To see a marching band,
He said, Son, when you grow up,
Would you be the savior of the broken,
The beaten and the damned,

Sometimes I get the feeling,
She's watching over me,
And other times I feel like I should go,
And through it all, the rise and fall,
The bodies in the streets,
And when you're gone we want you all to know,

We'll carry on, we'll carry on,
And though you're dead and gone, believe me,
Your memory will carry on, we'll carry on,
And in my heart, I can't contain it,
The anthem won't explain it,

And while that sends you reeling,
From decimated dreams,
Your misery and hate will kill us all,
So paint it black and take it back,
Let's shout out loud and clear,
Defiant to the end we hear the call,

To carry on, we'll carry on,
And though you're dead and gone, believe me,
Your memory will carry on, we'll carry on,
And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches,