A Twisted Serenade

I want to kiss you're Apocalypse,

And rock you in my Armageddon,

And sing you a Twisted Serenade.

We can run away together,

(Whoa oh oh oh)

'Cuz you're everything,

That I love to hate.

(Hey hey)

So would you be my nightmare,

(Hey hey)

Until my blue sky's grey?

(Whoa oh oh oh)

'Cuz this is the sweetest sorrow,

(Whoa oh oh oh)

And there'll be no tomorow.

Harry sat in the courtyard, headphones on, listening to his favourite song, unaware of everyone and everything around him, and completely clueless that everyone else could hear the music and lyrics too. Completely absored in his music, he didn't notice that he had started to bob his head in time to the beat, and started to sing along.

A broken love we can never fix,

We're misfits but we fit together,

And I'm only happy when it rains,

We can live in pain forever.

(Whoa oh oh oh)

'Cuz you're everything,

(Whoa oh oh oh)

That I love to hate.

(Hey hey)

So would you be my nightmare,

(Hey hey)

Until my blue sky's grey?

(Whoa oh oh oh)

'Cuz this is the sweetest sorrow,

(Whoa oh oh oh)

And there'll be no tomorrow.

Harry was so deeply connected to the song that he failed to notice that everyone had scrambled out of the courtyard when a certain Professor entered, leaving the Boy-Who-Lived to fend for himself once again. Still unaware that something was wrong and that Professor Snape was looking on with interest, he kept on singing.

(Whoa oh oh oh)

'Cuz this is the sweetest sorrow,

(Whoa oh oh oh)

And there'll be no tomorrow.

(Whoa oh oh oh)

'Cuz you're everything,

(Whoa oh oh oh)

That I love to hate.

(Hey hey)

So would you be my nightmare,

(Hey hey)

Until my blue sky's grey?

(Whoa oh oh oh)

'Cuz this is the sweetest sorrow,

(Whoa oh oh oh)

And there'll be no tomorrow.

As the chords started coming to an end, Harry put everything he had into the last remaining lyrics, pouring everything from his soul into the simple words that made his heart pound everytime he heard them.

(Whoa oh oh oh)

'Cuz this is the sweetest sorrow,

(Whoa oh oh oh)

And there'll be no tomorrow.

Finally, as the song ended, Harry opened his eyes and found himself looking into the deep black eyes of the Professor that hated him the most. Carefully, he pulled the earphones out of his ears and was stunned at the silence that was radiating in the courtyard, and continued to pack them away. He had no idea what was going to happen, and there was no way that he was going to speak first. He would let Snape do that.

"Potter, what on earth was that?"

Harry snapped his head up and looked into the man's eyes before replying steadily, "It was a song, sir, in case you failed to notice." He was well aware of the anger in the gaze holding his, but he didn't care. He was tired from his emotional output, and wanted nothing more than a nap, and Snape was just going to give him detention anyway, so why not be sarcastic?

"Thank you for that information, Potter, but I was referring to you shouting out the lyrics."

He couldn't help but look away then, knowing that if Snape found out the reason why this song brought out so many powerful emotions in him, then he was going to be doomed for the rest of his life. There was no way that Harry was going to allow that, and so he carefully collected his things and made to start leaving, but was stopped when a had grabbed his arm, and hauled him back.

"Where on earth do you think you're going, without answering me?"

Harry rubbed a hand over his face, and the thought 'screw it' crossed his mind before he once again faced the man that was holding onto him. He no longer cared. He had to say something to get the man to let go of him and to allow him to finally leave. "If you must know, Professor, I connect so strongly to that song because it reminds me of someone; you. I know its stupid, loving someone who hates you and only causes you pain, but I love you anyway, and I really don't care if you hate the song or knowing my feelings, because I can do nothing about that except stay out of you're way. So if you excuse me, I will be going."

He had felt the arm slip away and he almost ran towards the exit, but was unable to leave because suddenly there was a weight on his back and pressure on his front. He looked down and noticed the long slim fingers of Snape linking together to keep him from getting away from him. He didn't move, just kept looking at the delicate fingers and waited for the older man to speak.

"Prove it. Prove you love me."

End of Part One.