A/N: I do not own the following besides the obvious Harry Potter:

1) Phantom of the Opera or the Song I Can Hear You

2) Les Miserables or the song I Dreamed A Dream

Enjoy the chapter, there will be more songs in the upcoming ones, I promise!

Chapter 22


There was a large damper in my group the morning after She-Cat left Hogwarts for what I felt like was going to be for good. She-Cat had left right after breakfast, her dorm mates said and her luggage was all gone by the time she left the Great Hall.

Ivy, for once, was not being Ivy because of She-Cat's absence. She was more downcast, and she was even allowing Draco to come five feet close to her without her either A) making a snappy insult about him being (possibly) a Death Eater or B) beating the ever loving Skinner out of him.

Sheila was second worst. She fell silent the minute I told her that She-Cat was leaving. She refused to talk to anyone and even stopped coming down with me to Hagrid's to check up on Buck…oh, right, I mean Witherwings.

Sheila's poor New Zealand Firescale, Fireball, took it the worst. The adorable little guy was not happily flying around or bouncing merrily on first years' heads like he used to. Hell, he even stopped making Drosie's and O'Neil's lives miserable because it was a tag team duo of She-Cat and him that normally did that.

All in all, the Golden Quartet had been in the lowest of spirits when we were whittled down to three.

"Guys," I said three days after She-Cat had left, standing up in Nightshade's. "this is ridiculous. She-Cat wouldn't be this sad if one of us left, she'd be cheering whoever remained up!" I announced "She wouldn't want us to be sad that she's left Hogwarts."

"Yeah," Sheila said, the first thing she said since She-Cat left "but none of us are She-Cat, or even in She-Cat spirits."

"Not even Fireball's in She-Cat spirits, Chatterbox, what the hell are you thinking?" Ivy said, looking down at the still-crestfallen Fireball, who was hanging his head and looking at a large tuft of blond hair that had been, up until third year, attached to Drosie's head until Fireball and She-Cat dragged her off because Drosie set a Hippogriff on Ivy.

"Wow, I didn't know her hair could stretch that far." Sheila said, her lip quivering at the thing that I had said when I saw the hair for the first time.

"She-Cat," Ivy muttered, shaking her head. "It seems like yesterday that we were in third year, She-Cat and Fireball kicking Drosie's ass…" she said, her voice becoming thick with emotion.

Sheila and Ivy looked to each other, their lips quivering before they burst into tears and hugged each other.

"WE MISS SHE-CAT!" they wailed.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my eyes from stinging as my two best friends cried. But I couldn't help it, I missed my insane best friend was the comic relief to our group!

My eyes watered and I couldn't take it anymore. I broke down, too. "I miss She-Cat, too!" I wailed, joining in the group hug.

We gripped each other tightly and sobbed, Fireball jumping in between us and letting himself be crushed before I pulled away.

"Guys," I choked, wiping my eyes on my blouse sleeve. "this isn't what she'd want. She'd want us happy, and laughing, and driving each other insane for her."

Ivy nodded, wiping her eyes as well "Yeah, she'd want us to be screwing around so much that she'd be proud to call us her friends."

Sheila nodded, wiping her eyes and turning to Fireball "You hear that, little buddy?" she asked.

Fireball nodded, wiping his face with his paws.

"Ok," I said, drawing myself straighter "it's Saturday. What d'you say that we go snag some dinner and go screw with some students' heads before curfew?"

Ivy, Sheila and Fireball nodded, Fireball jumping up on Sheila's shoulder as one by one, we filed out of Nightshade's and into the Great Hall.

We sat at the Gryffindor table at dinner, with Hermione, Dominique, Ron and Harry.

"Hey, guys." I said, sitting down "Pop a squat, Sheils, the Gryffindors don't bite." I said, nodding to the place next to me as Ivy sat on my other side and grabbed a plate of spaghetti.

Sheila beamed and sat down at my other side as Dommie started babbling again.

"So, I managed to do ze spell perfectly for Profezzur Snape, but 'e made me do eet again." she said, huffing and blowing some blonde hair out of her face. "It was so stupeed."

I huffed "Snape, what're you going to do?" I asked.

Harry shrugged "He's evil, what're you going to do?"

"Harry," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose "Just because Salazar Slytherin and Voldemort-"

"You-Know-Who, please!" Sheila and Ron shouted together.

I huffed "Fine, just because Salazar Slytherin and You-Know-Who were in Slytherin, doesn't mean that every Slytherin sorted into that house are evil." I said.

"Look at Malfoy." Harry pointed out.

"For the last time, Harry, Draco. Is. Not. Evil!" I snapped, rolling my eyes "I wish you'd stop judging people before you knew them. I'm surprised you have any friends at all!"

"Hey!" Harry said insulted as a group of gossiping girls rushed past, lead by Miss Katie Bell.

"Harry, look!" I said, turning Harry's head towards Katie's friends "It's Katie! Katie Bell!"

Harry and I gaped and I nodded a "Be right back" to Sheila and Ivy before Harry and I got out of our seats.

"Katie, Katie!" I called, stopping when she turned around.

"Oh, hey, Hannah." Katie said, smiling.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

Katie shrugged "Fine, I guess. St. Mungo's says I'm good enough to come back. So, here I am!" she said, gesturing to herself.

"You look great." I said.

"Thanks!" Katie replied "How're things going with the Slytherin team?"

"Oh, same old, same old, I got a whole new roster, minus Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy, and of course me, we have an all new line up!"

"That's wonderful, I can't wait to see you guys in action, but you'll never beat Gryffindor." Katie said, smirking.

"Oh, we'll see about that, Bell." I retorted, mirroring her smirk as Harry cut in.

"Now that you girls are done the gossip," he said, turning to Katie. "Katie, d'you maybe just so happen to remember…?"

"Sorry, Harry, I don't remember a thing. I only remember walking into he ladies' at the Three Broomsticks, and then it's all a blank up until two weeks ago at St. Mungo's. I'm trying to remember who cursed me, but I just can't."

One of Katie's friends tapped her on the shoulder "C'mon, Kate, we've got to get you caught up in lessons." she said.

Katie turned to me "I have to go, see you, Harry. Later, Hannah." Katie said, smiling at me before she walked off with her friends.

Harry and I turned around and I saw Draco, watching the entire conversation. He gulped and started walking out.

Harry turned to me. "I'm going to go…do some Potions' homework, I'll see you later." he said, walking out of the Hall right after Draco.

I looked at him and contemplated. Something seemed to be forced in what Harry told me.

He's lying! I thought. Maybe he's going after Draco, remember? He accused Draco of hexing someone? Maybe the hex was put on Katie to keep her from remembering who cursed her!

I licked my lips and gave into my Sherlock-Holmes-ness nature, turning to my friends. "I'll be right back." I said, walking out and pulling my Invisibility Cloak out of my pocket and throwing it over me when I knew I wasn't being watched.

Lucky me, Harry was still visible. And just as I had thought, he was following Draco.

I started to sprint to keep up with my brother, who seemed to start speed walking through the corridors as Draco supposedly picked up speed.

When Harry stopped, he entered what I knew was Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, shutting the door behind him. But, he left the door open a crack.

I snuck through the crack and stood in between Harry, who was standing in the threshold and Draco, who was leaning against the sink, his head bowed and his back shaking.

Myrtle was with him, she was sitting on the sink next to him as she picked a spot on her chin.

"Don't." she crooned "Tell me what's wrong, I can help you." she said.

"No one can help me." Draco said, his voice thick. "I can't do it…I can't…it just won't work…and if I don't do it soon…he says he'll kill her."

It was shocking to me that Draco, Draco Malfoy, the one who's never shown any real emotion besides affection towards me, was crying, actually crying.

Her…who was her? And who was trying to kill her if Draco didn't do what he said?

And then it hit me like a hockey puck to the head after a powerful slapshot by Jeff Skinner or Gabriel Landeskog. Her was me. I was going to be killed if this guy didn't get what he wanted out of Draco.

But the million Galleon question was: Who was the guy and what did he want?

Then, Harry spoke, making Draco look up from the mirror and give a great shudder.

I took a sharp intake of breath. Draco really had been crying, there were tear tracks down his cheeks, where fresh tears were still falling.

"I know what you did, Malfoy." Harry called "You hexed her, didn't you?" he asked.

Draco whipped around and pulled out his wand, sending a wordless spell towards Harry.

Harry snarled and fired a spell back to Draco as he dodged the spell Draco threw at him in the first place.

I gasped, feeling the need to expose my hiding place just as Draco was aiming for another shot.

"Stop!" I shouted.

"Hannah!?" Harry and Draco shouted together.

"Get back, Hannah you're going to be hurt!" Draco shouted as Harry sent another spell at him.

"Harry, stop!" I shouted, turning to my brother "You'll hurt someone, namely yourself!"

"I'm saving your life!" Harry protested, dodging another spell from Draco.

"I said get back, Hannah!" Draco shouted.

"Draco, please!" I protested, turning angrily to him.

"Look out!" Draco shouted, grabbing my arm and pulling me behind him as one of Harry's spells went wayward and hit the bathroom cubical behind where I was just standing.

"Stay here." Draco ordered, sneaking off to another part of the bathroom to blast a few spells at Harry.

"STOP!" Myrtle and I shouted together as Harry got down on his hands and knees and checked for Draco, who blasted a spell at him.

"Harry, Draco, enough!" I shouted, getting angry and scared at the same time.

Suddenly, I heard it. The spell I had heard in two of my visions just as Draco moved in front of me to guard me from another one of Harry's wayward spells.

"Sectumsempra!" Harry shouted, shooting his wand at Draco's chest.

Draco fell back with the force of the curse, making him fall back into me and create a domino effect, Draco fell, then I fell onto my backside, Draco in my arms.

Gashes were forming all over Draco's body. Blood was pouring from him as if someone had turned on a faucet.

I didn't know whether to scream or cry or hex my brother into oblivion. It was his fault that Draco was possibly dying in my arms.

I couldn't do either. My throat was closed tightly from shock, so I couldn't scream. I couldn't bring myself to cry and I didn't want to move because Draco's head was in my lap and I didn't want to move him.

Finally, as Harry stood there in shock at what he had done, Draco having bled out in my arms, I managed to find my voice again.

I took a deep breath and for the first time since I was eight years old and nearly beaten to death by my uncle Vernon, I screamed and bawled, my tears falling thick and fast down my face and landing in Draco's hair. After all the people that left me alone, I wasn't ready to handle another death, especially Draco. I loved him too much. He knew the real me, not just the eccentric, bubbly tomboy he had met when he was eleven, but the secretly shy, weak little girl that thought for so long that no one would ever love her.

"Don't leave me." I sobbed quietly as Myrtle flew out screaming at the top of her lungs:


I stopped screaming when Myrtle left, but I still sobbed my eyes out, glaring up at Harry as he stood shock still at what he had done.

"H-How could you!" I sobbed, brushing water dampened hair out of Draco's eyes. "W-W-When I specifically told you to s-stop!"

"Hannah, I-I-I didn't know…" Harry started, as white as I was.

"YOU USED A SPELL YOU DIDN'T KNOW!" I cried, knowing that Draco's blood was staining my clothes, but I really didn't care. "You never even tested it and now look what you did!" I said before beginning to sob again, making talking or yelling at Harry impossible.

Just then Professor Snape rushed into the bathroom and assessed the situation. His eyes moved from Draco in my arms, to Harry, to the mess the bathroom became to me crying my eyes out.

Snape turned angrily to Harry "Get your schoolbooks. All of them. Now!" he ordered before kneeling next to me and drawing his wand.

Harry ran out of the bathroom, a panicked look on his face, which I barely saw because I was crying so much.

"I-I should have done more to stop it!" I wailed "Had I just taken their wands, I would have just…" I added before I started to cry again as Snape drew his wand across Draco's chest.

"Ms Potter, Hannah, you need to listen to me." Snape said, looking up at me. "There is a chance that what I'm doing will work, but you need to calm down. He will be fine."

I sniffed and gasped a little bit "He will?" I asked.

Snape nodded, looking down at all the blood. "Yes, but in order for the spell to work, all parties must be calm. Malfoy won't be able to be calm if he knows you're upset."

I nodded "What do you want me to do, Professor?" I asked.

Snape smirked "Sing." he said.

I gulped "Sing?" I asked.

Snape nodded again "Sing."

"What?" I asked.

"Anything you know that will calm him down." Snape suggested.

I nodded, looking down and singing the song I had written and sang when I found out I was an orphan, the song Draco first heard me singing.

"I dreamed a dream in time gone by. When hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die! I dreamed that God would be forgiving!

Then I was young and unafraid. When dreams were made and used and wasted! There was no ransom to be paid! No song unsung no drink untasted!

But the tigers come at night, with their voices soft as thunder! As they tear your hope apart, as they turn your dreams to shame"

"Keep singing!" Snape ordered, continuing his own spell that sounded like a song. The blood was clearing and the gashes in Draco's body were stitching together.

"I don't have any more lyrics in the song." I said weakly.

"Make them up." Snape told me, smiling.

I swallowed. I had written something but I didn't know if it fit in with the song.

"He spent a school year by my side! He filled my days with endless wonder. He took my childhood in his stride! But he was gone when summer came.

And still I dream he'll come to me that we will live the years together. But there are dreams that cannot be! And there are storms we cannot weather.

I had a dream my life would be, so different from this hell I'm living! So different now from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed."

I sniffed when I finished the song and Snape conjured a stretcher.

"He'll be fine." Snape said, lifting Draco up and out of my arms and resting him on the stretcher. "But he need to stay in the hospital wing for a night or two." he explained, holding out a hand to help me up. "He may not regain consciousness for another couple of hours, though."

I nodded, taking Snape's hand and letting him help me up.

"I will accompany Draco to the hospital wing then go and interrogate Potter. I don't think you need to relive that unpleasant fiasco."

I nodded again, smiling "Thank you, Professor." I said, starting out of the bathroom "Now I really need to change out of these clothes."

"Any time, Ms Potter." Snape said watching me go "Oh, and Hannah?"

I turned around. Snape had never really used my first name before. "Yes, sir?" I asked.

"Be careful." Snape said.

I nodded "Yes, sir." I said, walking out of the bathroom and heading down to the dungeons.

When I got in there, I saw Willow, Akane, Yuuki, Blair, Enbony Kurosaki, Luna Abend, Bethany Davis, Emily Davies and Katherine Felwaters sitting in the common room.

"Hey, Han!" Willow said, walking up to me before screaming "Is that blood!"

"What's going on?" a girl's voice said coming down from the girls' dorms.

It was Christina Wolfbain, one of the girls that was a backup Beater for the Slytherin team "Who's covered in blood?"

"Hannah!" Kairi Phantomhive said, pointing to my outfit, which was soiled in Draco's blood "What happened?"

"Yes, what happened?" Enbony, Akane, Yuuki, Blair, Enbony, Luna, Bethany, Emily and Katherine said together.

"Well, there was a duel in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom." I explained "My brother and Draco were involved." I said, tearing up again "It didn't end so well, Draco's in the hospital wing. He's lost a lot of blood."

Luna gasped "Fascinating." she said. "What was the sort of spell that your brother used to incapacitate your lover so greatly?"

I shrugged "Sectum-something." I said "I can't really remember what with -"

"The trauma of almost having your lover die in your arms." Luna said, smiling.

"Luna, shut up!" Christina snapped angrily "Can't you see the poor girl's been devastated?"

I looked to Christina and rolled my eyes "Ok, now I think you're going a bit too far, I'm shocked, not traumatized."

"Yes, but I mean, think about it!" Kairi said, sitting me on the couch in between her and Willow "Obviously there was blood, and judging by the amount of it on your clothes he was in your arms, he almost died!"

"Guys, I don't think Han wants to talk about this right now." Willow said, smiling at me "I think she wants to get out of these clothes. Come on, sis, I'll help you out." she added, taking my wrist and dragging me up to my dorm.

"And that, Willie, is why you're like my little sis." I said, stripping down to my underwear, finding it was also blood stained. "Oh, Skinner, Fanelli and Faksa!"

"What?" Willow asked, handing me a t-shirt and my Skinner jersey.

"My underwear's stained with blood, too!" I moaned, grabbing a towel and my bath stuff "I'm going for a bath." I said, walking into the bathroom and tossing the towel, bathrobe to the side and tossing my loufa in the tub before turning the water on as hot as it would go and getting in.

When I got out, shivering, Willow handed me some track pants and a baggy t-shirt.

"Here," she said, putting my song book down. "I didn't know you wrote songs."

I shrugged "I haven't written for a while." I said simply.

"This seems relatively new." Willow said, opening the book again and pointing to the page where I wrote down my new version of I Dreamed a Dream, the same version I sang to Draco not an hour beforehand.

I gasped and took the book from her hands "I sang this to him." I whispered.

"What?" Willow asked.

"I sang this song to Draco. When he was bleeding." I whispered again.

"Oh," Willow said "Then how is that important?" she asked.

I shrugged "I wrote this song when I learned I was an orphan." I explained "I added this part after I met Draco." I said before I started singing "He spent a school year by my side! He filled my days with endless wonder. He took my childhood in his stride! But he was gone when summer came.

And still I dream he'll come to me that we will live the years together. But there are dreams that cannot be! And there are storms we cannot weather."

Willow sighed "Awe! That's so cute." she said.

I shrugged. "It's a hobby." I said simply.

"A hobby you can see in your boyfriend, too. I hear him in the common room sometimes, writing away and playing his guitar." Willow said.

I gasped. "What does he play?" I asked.

"I don't remember. Besides, if he knew I knew he was writing songs about you, I think he'd kill me."

"Not in his predicament." I said, sighing "Besides, I wouldn't let him hurt my little sister figure." I said, starting to laugh as Pansy walked in.

"Han, we got news on Malfoy." she said solemnly.

"What?" I asked, suddenly eager for the information.

"He's semiconscious, but he's asking for you. He sounds pretty delirious." Pansy said.

I gasped, grabbing my Invisibility Cloak and my extra cloak and breaking into a run, knocking Pansy over as I went.

"Han, you can't go out there! It's after curfew, Aurors will be parading around looking to bust students for being out of bed!" Rose said, grabbing my free arm, which I jerked back.

"Rose, would you do whatever it takes to meet Tobias Rieder?" I asked, using her love for the Kitchener Rangers (like me, which is why we got on so well.) and her fan girl crush on Tobias Rieder, the German import to my advantage.

"Of course." Rose said.

"Rose, I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Draco needs me." I said, wrapping my Cloak around myself "And I'm going to take my chances." I said, walking out and breaking into my run again.

He was conscious. At least semiconscious, and he was asking for me!

Strangely enough, Madam Pomfrey was waiting outside the hospital wing for me when I got there.

"Ah, Ms Potter, I've been expecting you." she said, leading me inside. "Mr Malfoy has lost consciousness again, but beforehand he was asking for you. So you may go inside until he regains full consciousness. If you wish, you may evict Mr Zabini and Ms Duff."

I paled and looked over to Draco's bed. And Pomfrey was right. There sat Blaise and Ivy.

"What are you guys doing here?" I whispered, sitting on the other side of Blaise and Ivy. "Well, I can honestly see Blaise here, but you, V?" I asked, turning to my best friend.

"Blaise dragged me here. Believe me, I'd much rather be with Sheila and Fireball." Ivy said bitterly.

"Ice-Queen, you know that Drake's my best mate!" Blaise said.

"Shhh!" I hissed, nodding to Draco.

"Right, sorry, Queen Ferret." Blaise smirked.

"Shut up!" I hissed.

"I apologize for my boyfriend's idiotic behaviour." Ivy said, rolling her eyes and standing up "I'm out of here." she added, walking out, taking Harry's Invisibility Cloak with her.

Blaise huffed "I guess I'm right behind you." he said, nodding to me "See you, Han." he said, walking off after Ivy, saying "Oi, save some Cloak for me!"

I smiled. Blaise was such a clown.

I looked down at Draco, biting my lip as I took his hand in mine. He honestly looked dead. His skin had a greyish tinge and there were dark circles under his closed eyes. He looked like a dying little kid. He looked a lot like me when I needed a kidney replaced.

I had the sudden urge to take Draco back in my arms, knowing what almost dying was like, wanting to sympathise. Wanting to tell him that it was ok. Wanting to tell him I'll never forgive Harry for what he did, or myself for that matter.

I could have easily stopped it. I could have just pulled out my own wand and Disarmed Harry. I could have taken his wand, could have lunged myself at Harry, pushed Draco out of the way, done something!

But I didn't. I didn't do a fucking thing but stand and watch. It was all my fault.

And what capped it off, Draco was probably pissed at me because of it.

Skinner, I thought I am such a cowardly, stupid bitch. Vernon and Dudley were right.

No. my rational side thought. I am not a cowardly stupid bitch! I never was. And that Skinner that went down in the bathroom wasn't your fault. It was Harry's.

I smirked, and then after a while (aren't I so predictable) started singing softly.

"Child of Darkness, dying in loneliness. I can hear you, I can feel your every fear. I never dreamed out in this world, there was someone who loved me. I've always known, my heart wasn't alone. I've felt your emptiness, and your loneliness. My Fallen Angel, I can feel your kiss still linger here. My Fallen Angel, you still remain, a lover in my heart."

And with that I fell asleep where I was sitting.

Draco POV

Phantom of the Opera.

That was the one thing I heard when I partially came to. Christine's song I Can Hear You. Her song to her Phantom.

It was Hannah. I knew it. I heard her singing her song when I bled out in her arms. The one I first heard her singing. I was rather grateful that I blacked out again, because if I didn't, I would have never wanted her to stop. Her singing managed to calm me despite the fact I was dying.

She was singing Christine's song to her Phantom. She was Christine. I was the Phantom. I was her Child of Darkness. Her Fallen Angel. The Erik to her Christine in more ways than one.

I let my eyes open and I saw that Hannah still sat where she was when I heard her sing, sound asleep.

I smiled as the corner of her lip twitched into a smile in her dreams.

Lucky girl. I thought. She has the most undisturbed dreams while here you are having nightmares about her death almost every night.

You could say I was rather jealous of her for that.

I considered waking her but shook the thought out of my mind.

Let her sleep. I thought. She needs it.

I closed my eyes again, giving Hannah's hand a gentle squeeze.

If only she knew what danger she was in. I told myself for what felt like the millionth time since the term began.

With that thought in mind, I gripped Hannah's hand tighter and went back to sleep.