Chapter 2:

The First Song:

After about a week of going to talk with Harry alone, I finally got Hermione to joined us. I began to write. My muse nearly screaming at me with ideas about stories, songs, poems, and everything possible. Weeks passed, blurred into a stream of classes, chores and writing.

One balmy December day after school, I sat with Hermione and Harry, my MP3 player in my lap. "Harry, will you do me a favor?"

"Sure Ginny."

I pulled out my notebook; flipping pages until I found what I was looking for. "Sing this." I handed him the notebook and pressed play. The music began to surge and I began to bounce. It was a metal-rock combo of music that just called to the rocker inside.

"Circling your head, contemplating
everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out
See you later
I see your fantasy, You want to make
it a reality paved in gold
See inside, Inside of our heads
(yeah) Well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide.

Back off we'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we're Headstrong
Back off we'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this
is not where you belong
I can't give everything away
I won't give everything away

Conclusions manifest, your first
impressions got to be your very best
I see you're full of shit, and that's alright
That's how you play, I guess you'll
get through every night
Well now that's over
I see your fantasy, you want to make
it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads

(Yeah) Well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
Back off we'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we're Headstrong
Back off we'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this

is not where you belong
I can't give everything away
I won't give everything away
I know, I know all about
I know, I know all about

I know, I know all about

I know, I know all about your
motives inside, and your decision
to hide.
Back off we'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we're Headstrong
Back off we'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this
is not where you belong
I can't give everything away
I won't give everything away."

The song finished and Harry looked at me. "Ginny that was so cool."

"I was hoping you would like it." I spoke. "Well, I wrote it a few weeks ago, Hermione and I worked on the music for almost a week."

"It's amazing." Hermione agreed. "I just helped put it all together. It was all Ginny."

"I know…" Harry began as Dudley walked up. "Duddykins, what do you want?"

"Call me that again and you will pay." The morbidly obese, 9 year-old grunted.

"Yeah right." Harry laughed sarcastically. "What are you gonna do to me?"

"Shut it, Freak." Dudley yelled again.

"Why?" Harry asked again, slower.

Dudley punched Harry, full force in the stomach, making the smaller boy fly backwards. Hermione ran to help Harry.

"Bad idea on your part." I whispered, my voice harsh and cold. "Quae etiam te adiuvare possunt, tibi nocere possunt."

"What the hell?" Dudley said, before he flew backwards.

Just as he landed, the Dursleys' car pulled up, making Petunia screeched.

"MY BABY!" Petunia jumped out of the car. "What have you done to my baby?"

"Nothing." I said, smirking, in a way that the Malfoy's would cringe.

"You! Freak, what have you done to my Duddykins?" Petunia asked again, ignoring me.

"Harry hasn't done anything. Your son attacked us." Hermione said.

Just as Petunia was about to answer her, the art teacher came out of the office.

"Mrs. Dursley, just the woman I needed to see. May I speak with you?" Mr. Dyers spoke as if we weren't there.

"Um… yes, of course." Petunia followed Mr. Dyers.

Harry silently placed his backpack in the back seat and grimaced. "I'll be fine, I promise."

"What would make you say something like that Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing. Never mind." Harry tried to pass it off.

"Yeah sure, nothing." I spoke up, nodding that I wouldn't press it further.

"What did you do to my cousin?" Harry asked, turning to face me. "More importantly, what did you say to him?"

"Well, I … um… pushed him?" I knew different, I had used magic. Even at the age of 8, I can control my magic. "I told him, roughly, 'What can help you can also hurt you.' It's Latin." Two weeks passed before I saw Harry again. I tried to go over to his house, but his cousin was home. Harry came to school, covered from neck to toe in cloth. Only his face remained uncovered.

"Harry, what happened?" Hermione badgered him, time and again.

"Nothing." He always responded.

Hermione's class went inside and Harry slumped down in the seat next to me.

"You know you can talk to us, right?" I told him.

"Yeah, I know."

"Then what are you hiding?"

"You don't want to know."

"Yeah, I do. Tell me… When your ready." The rest of the week, Harry and Hermione were at each other's throats, never agreeing on anything. Finally on Friday, I had finished my newest song. "Harry, can you sing for me?" I asked, yet again grabbing for my MP3.

"Sure, same song?" Harry asked.

"Nope, this one."

He grabbed the notebook in my hands. "Wow, this one is new."

The music began and he started singing.

'Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without
a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I've been wrong, I've been down,
to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream "are we having fun yet?"

Yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no


it's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have
damn near killed you

And this is how, you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how, you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I've been wrong, I've been down,
to the bottom of every bottle

these five words in my head
scream "are we having fun yet?"

Yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what i really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I've been wrong, I've been down,
to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream "are we having fun yet?"
Yet, yet
are we having fun yet?

Are we having fun yet?

Are we having fun yet…'

Both of my best friends jaws were on the floor. Harry recovered first.

"Ok, you really need to send these to a producer."

"I can't." My face was as red as my shirt.

"You should!" Hermione agreed.

END OF CHAPTER

Credit of the songs used would be: Trapt, Nickelback, Cascada… I'll get the rest later.