Chapter Four Chapter Three

It was three weeks after Harry pissed off the old goat by forcibly Re-Sorting into Slytherin and it was three weeks since all of his friends except Neville Longbottom had abandoned him, Harry plodded on his way to his therapy appointment with Severus. Normally, he would have it with Lucius but since having a "known Death Eater" and school governor on campus everyday would seem suspicious, it was an unavoidable choice.

He made his way through the dungeons in his invisibility cloak, careful not to run into any Slytherins. He had to have the utmost caution because some of them were Death Eaters-in-training and would gladly kidnap him and hand him over to Voldemort. He had a couple of close calls and nearly had a heart attack when he ran into Crabbe and Goyle.

Luckily for him, the two clods thought that they had run into a wall or statue and kept walking without noticing something was amiss. He finally arrived at Severus' chambers. The portrait before him was one of Salazar Slytherin himself and an abnormally large boa constrictor. Since talking to Salazar was kind of intimidating, he decided to talk to the snake instead.

"Issss Professssor Sssnape in?" he asked in Parseltongue.

The boa constrictor merely nodded its head and laid back down.

Harry then turned to Salazar and said the password.

"Serpensortia."

He went in after the portrait swung open and sat on one of Severus' many couches. Severus swept into the room in his usual 'swooping bat' style and gave a smirk towards Harry.

"Have you completed your assignment Lucius gave you? The song with all of your feelings in it?"

Harry passed him a scroll of parchment paper. He opened it and started reading.

" Hey, I'm feeling tired.
My time, is gone today.
You flirt with suicide.
Sometimes, that's ok.
Do what others say.
I'm here, standing hollow.
Falling away from me.
Falling away from me.
Day, is here fading.
That's when, I would say.
I flirt with suicide.
Sometimes kill the pain.
I can always say.
'It's gonna be better tomorrow'.
Falling away from me.
Falling away from me.

Beating me down.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.
Screaming some sound.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.

(falling away from me).
It's spinning round and round.
(falling away from me).
It's lost and can't be found.
(falling away from me).
It's spinning round and round.
(falling away from me).
Slow it down.

Beating me down.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.
Screaming some sound.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.

Twisting me, they won't go away.
So I pray, go away.

Life's falling away from me.
It's falling away from me.
Life's falling away from me.
Fuck!

Beating me down.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.
Screaming some sound.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground."

"Interesting, Harry," said Severus, "Very interesting. Onto other things…do you plan on attending the Samhain ball this year? I hear it will be entertaining…"

Harry was unsure of going since there would be a lot of guys there who were interested in him and he certainly did not want advances toward his person.

"But if I don't try to overcome my fear of men then I won't be able to function at all…I'll try…It can't hurt, I think." He thought

"I plan on going to the Samhain ball this year. I have to try to overcome my insecurities and this will be a good test of my will…I have an idea but I don't know if Draco would be into it…" he trailed off

"Into what, Harry?"

"I don't know if he would be interested in making a band. If he is, I'm thinking of making the name 'Silent Apocalypse'…in symbolism of my destroying my fears, my insecurities, and Voldemort in the world's silence and shock." Harry explained.

"This boy knows how to make a band name that is for sure…and the symbolism behind it isn't lost on me…Intriguing. Very intriguing." Severus thought.

"Very well, Harry…if you and Draco decide to go through with it, I will support you 100 and nominate you for the music part of the festivities."

Harry beamed in excitement and hugged Severus before becoming aware that he was doing it. He pulled back and was blushing as red as a beet.

"Sorry about that, Severus…it was kind of spur of the moment…"

"That's okay, Harry…I didn't mind. I care for you like a son you know…and so does Lucius. Now, off with you! You have a busy day tomorrow if you're going to make a band…"

Harry rushed out of the professor's chambers in his invisibility cloak and ran through the common room. He went down the stairs to Draco's chambers in the seventh year wing. Knocking on the door, he was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Coming to the door, Draco didn't see anything or anyone which only meant one thing: Harry was in his invisibility cloak. He went to say the secret question.

"What is my father's nickname back in his time at Hogwarts?"

Harry smirked.

"Lucy or Lucifer, depends on who was talking about him."

Draco nodded, pleased by the answer, and let Harry in. As soon as he closed the door and put up the locking and warding spells, Harry took off his cloak and sat near Draco's fireplace.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Harry?"

"I was wondering if you would be interested in…in…in making a band with me?"

Harry blushed and it was, at these times, that Draco was glad that he had masks in place so that Harry could not figure out that he was starting to like him in more than a brotherly manner.

"If he ever found out, I don't know what would happen to the tentative friendship we have right now…It would probably be destroyed! Must keep this to myself…"

"I would be delighted, Harry…what do you plan on naming the band?"

"Silent Apocalypse."

Draco went silent for a while and that made Harry kind of nervous. Finally Harry stammered.

"Is-is it not good? I can choose something else—"

Draco raised his hand and effectively cut off what Harry was about to say. He then turned to him and smiled.

"I love the name but who are we going to have in the band?"

"I was thinking Seamus Finnegan for the bassist, you and me for the vocals and guitar, Blaise Zabini for the drums, and Neville Longbottom for the keyboard."

Harry started to get excited about this.

Draco nodded. He knew that Blaise loved the drums. Seamus Finnegan looked as if he was born to play the bass guitar. The only one he wasn't sure of was Neville Longbottom. The boy was known as a clumsy fool who screwed up every assignment given to him, especially from his godfather's class, but he also thought of how well he played the piano for last year's Hogwarts' Holiday Recital.

Maybe this'll work out…time will tell I guess…

"When's the first practice?"