disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling, and I can assure you that I am not her. The song My my, hey hey is originally by Neil Young but the version I'm using is by Negative, and I can also assure you that I am neither Neil Young or anyone from the band Negative. Thank you.
warnings: violence. This story will be (in the future) slash. So if you have a problem with that, are homophobic or just don't like slash I suggest that you go away. Thank you.
A/N: Okay, here's the thing: This story was removed about a week ago and now it's back. It's not rewritten (yet), mainly because I'm only guessing why they removed it. Maybe it has something to do with me not accepting the guidelines. Maybe it has something to do with the content of the story. I don't know. So if this is removed again, I'll know to rewrite it after that. Now, if you liked the story, keep your fingers crossed. Thank you.
Though, you have probably already read and reviewed, I'm asking you to do it again.
It was the time of full moon. Stars were shining on the cloudless sky. There was a slight wind and no one walking on the school grounds. Everyone was asleep. Except one. One was lying on his bed awake. He listened the calm sounds of breathing and snoring. He couldn't get any sleep. Not because of nightmares. No, he saw nightmares even when he was awake. Not because of the full moon. Oh, he knew that one of his… Friends was out there as a wolf right now. He was awake because he didn't want to go to sleep. He was afraid to go to sleep. When he was sleeping, he was unarmed.
Sirius had died three months earlier. No, scratch that. Sirius had gone through the veil three months earlier. He wasn't dead. He just wasn't there. He was somewhere else. Somewhere which hopefully was something better than this.
My my, hey hey
Rock and roll is here to stay
It's better to burn out
Than to fade away
My my, hey hey
"Harry? Are you okay?"
"Oh dear Merlin, Harry! What's wrong?"
Still nothing. Hermione glanced Ron frustrated, like asking 'what's wrong with him?'. Ron shrugged. He didn't know. Harry hadn't said a word that morning. Nor had he eaten anything. He was just sitting there, poking his food.
"Hey, Potter! It was full moon last night! I hope your little wolf's okay. It'd be too bad if-" And the next thing Draco Malfoy knew was that he was lying on the floor, Harry Potter on top of him and punching him everywhere, mainly on his face.
"Mr. Potter! You stop this madness right now!" Professor McGonagall screamed. For everyone's surprise, Harry stopped beating Draco and calmly stood up. "Mr. Potter, what on earth you think you were doing?" She got no answer. Just a glare. A very arrogant glare. "Mr. Potter, if you'd kindly follow me…" McGonagall led Harry out of the Great Hall to Dumbledore's office. The old man behind the desk raised his head as they stepped in. At first, Harry seemed to be in some kind of trance, like he didn't know what was going on. But when you looked in his eyes, you knew that he was very aware of the things around him.
Harry patiently waited when McGonagall explained Dumbledore what had happened and then sat down after she left. Dumbledore looked at him closely. "You attacked Mr. Malfoy, then?"
"He provoked me." Harry told coldly.
"With what may I ask? Mr. Potter… You are a smart boy. You have survived so many things. You've seen it all. But you've always had it under control. You've never attacked anyone, no matter how much they provoked you. And now you're telling me that you beat Mr. Malfoy in the hospital wing because he talked to you?" Head master was surprisingly calm. He didn't even sound angry.
Harry got so mad for some reason. But you've always had it under control. "You're wrong, sir."
"You said that I've always had it under control. It's not true."
"I don't quite understand."
"You have had me under control all these years. You. No one else. You've been having me on your leash." The teenager's voice was full of loathing. "How does it feel, sir?" He asked.
"How does what feel, Mr. Potter?"
"Me losing it. Me not acting like the golden boy I've always been. How does it feel?"
Dumbledore sat straighter. "Harry, you know very well that you've always been able to live your own life. I have not had you 'on my leash' as you expressed it. I've given you some advice, yes. But I have never controlled you."
Harry laughed a short, cold laugh. "What happened to Mr. Potter?" He asked, not really expecting an answer. "You've done nothing but controlling me. You've been hiding things from me! You've been leaving me in trouble! Because of you Sirius died! You said it yourself!" He realized that he was suddenly standing. Coolly, he sat down. "Sir."
Out of the blue and into the black
They give you this, but you pay for that
And once you're gone you can never come back
When you're out of the blue
And into the black
The old man had a sad look in his eyes. "I thought we already discussed about Sirius's death. I am very sorry about the harm I caused with keeping information from you. But that does not excuse you to attack Mr. Malfoy."
"I already said he provoked me! The guy's a fucking arrogant asshole who doesn't give a shit about anyone else! He deserves to get his ass kicked!"
"Mr. Potter! As much as you apparently dislike Mr. Malfoy, you are not allowed to speak like that. Are you aware that I should expel you because of your actions today?"
"Then why don't you?" Harry spat. "Sir."
"Do you want me to do that?"
"I would love it."
"Would you? You would have to go back to your aunt and uncle. You would have to leave your friends behind. You would never be a legal wizard. Would you love that?"
"I could always run away, I have no friends and that wizard thing… It doesn't matter to me." Harry told. It really didn't matter. To him the magical world was full of Draco Malfoys and Voldemorts. No thanks.
"Where would you go?"
The raven haired boy rolled his eyes. "That is none of your business, sir. Are you gonna expel me or not?"
"No. I'm giving you a one more chance. You're on probation 'till Christmas. If Gryffindor loses five points because of you, you're out. If you get even one detention, you're out. This school cannot allow you to do whatever you like, Mr. Potter. You cannot beat people up and just get away with it. Do you understand me, Mr. Potter?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Fifty points from Gryffindor and a week of detention. Starting on Monday. Understood?"
"But, sir… You said that if I lose five points from Gryffindor or get detention, I'm out of here."
Dumbledore stood up. "Harry… I wouldn't be sarcastic if I was in your situation. Do you even realize what you've done?"
"Yeah, I realize." Harry nodded. "I kicked Draco Malfoy's ass and I loved it."
"I see. You are free to go now. But I wish to talk both you and Mr. Malfoy after he gets out of the hospital wing."
"Yes, sir." Harry stood up and walked to the door.
"Mr. Potter? I do have to inform your aunt and uncle about what happened."
The king is gone but he's not forgotten
This is the story of a Johnny Rotten
It's better to burn out than it is to rust
The king is gone but he's not forgotten
"Harry! Harry, what happened!" Ron and Hermione ran to the boy. "What did he say? Did he expel you?"
"Not yet. But soon he will." Harry didn't even stop, he just walked quickly towards Gryffindor Tower. "Just wait. When Snape hears the terms of my probation, I'm gone."
"Probation?" Hermione stopped running. "What probation?"
Harry and Ron stopped too. "The one I'm on. If I lose five points from Gryffindor or get detention, I'm out."
"You seem awfully calm about it."
"Why wouldn't I be? It's not the end of the world."
"Yes it is! Can't you see? If you get expelled and You-know-who finds out about it, you're dead! The whole wizard world will be full of Death Eaters. They will kill all the muggles and not purebloods." Hermione took a deep breath. "You can't, you just simply can't get expelled."
"Calm down, I won't get expelled, okay?"
"I dunno, Harry. You said it yourself, when Snape hears about this…" Ron said, rather nervously.
"Then I just have to be a good boy, don't I?" Harry winked and headed for Gryffindor Tower.
"Who is he and what has he done to Harry?" Ron asked, shaking his head in disbelief.
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye
Hey hey, my my
A/N: Oh goodie, you read it. Now press the little 'Go'-button down there and make me happy. Thanks, luv! I'll get the next chapter for you in couple of days.