Harry Potter Music Prodigy Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

“Felix Lockhart. Seventeen years old. Lead singer of the British rock band Fable. Human.” “That’s not what I mean,” I say, feeling my face flush. “You don’t remember ever… um… being someone else?” I ask, waiting for him to start laughing again, before I continue. “I have these dreams about you. About you and me actually. I think it’s long ago. You’re some sort of prince, and we’re on a beach and we’re… um– ” “I have them too,’ he says. “Every night, as far back as I can remember.”

' Even I felt like worshiping the ground that this Lying God walked on. I veered around the banquet hall to look at our supposed allies, and saw Fredurd scratching his ears vigorously while trying to recover his hearing a bit while both Lord Xavier and my gorgeous instructor were sitting with glasses of wine in their hands, without much of a ruckus. They didn't look like they were affected at all by my Heaven-defying Devil's music, but the slight trembling of their hands and the knuckle-whitening tight grip onto their wine glasses gave them away. I looked at them with slight pity in my eyes for I was unable to shield my comrades in arms from my earth-shattering evil music. I could only pass

Nobody wanted him around and Amanda was kind enough to take him in and offer him a place in the Academy until he knew what he wanted to do with his life. The panotti was a creature found in the magical forest and was some kind of fae who was blessed with good hearing and the ability to communicate with animals. However, due to his overly large ears that sometimes dragged on the floor and tripped him, he was often teased and bullied for being different. It didn't help that Floopy had buck teeth and freckles. His tiny eyes were made tinier behind thick glasses. He was clumsy and timid but if there was one redeeming feature that Floopy had, it was his talent for music.

“Play some music!” Alexa answered, and in seconds, music started playing. It was one of Harry’s favourite songs. He swallowed hard, his heart thundering in his chest. His body felt stiff, and almost as if he had been cemented to the floor, but he was ready to run. “Man, just tell me what you want. I promise you that we can make something work,” He pleaded.

My mind flashed to the guitar I saw in his neat, dark bedroom this morning and I almost spit out the liquid in my mouth as I tried to imagine him strumming the guitar. Harry and music are just....I don't know. "What?" He asked when I wouldn't stop staring at him in amazement. I stared on without a word, his singing voice ringing in my head. "Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked with a frown. "Nothing. It's just that...." I shook my head lightly, a small smile stretching my mouth "I never thought...." I chuckled as his voice wouldn't leave my brain. He stared at me blankly, patiently waiting for me to complete my sentence.

"Oh my God, Drizzt! Are you possessed by something?! That's enough! It's obvious that Audrey said she's not Paradiso, so what else do you want?" Audrey began to feel uncomfortable there, especially since everyone was now blatantly staring at them. Audrey then turned around to leave them all and return to Nicky, but before she had even taken a step, Drizzt had already called her back. "Wait!" Patricia tapped her forehead in dismay at Drizzt's attitude of still chasing Audrey. Audrey turned back to him and let out a long sigh. "I want to know how you learned the music you performed earlier and also Erlkonig/ those two compositions are quite complicated for a beginner player like you."

He started to feel uncomfortable, so he stood up and smiled shyly at him. Maddie came back to her senses and realised that she was looking at him for a moment too long. “As you can see, I’m not that good, but The Piano Concerto is one of my favourite pieces,” he said awkwardly. Not that good? Maddie knew that although he started playing with a lot of mistakes in the beginning, the way Shane played was far from amateurish. She would even go as far as to say that he was a prodigy. Who would have known there were other students in the music department who was as good as him.

said Fanky. "'Hmmp." Arosh just sighed. Meanwhile, Harry went to the music room, because they have a practice for the school event. When he entered, his band mates were already there and tuning their respective instruments. He in turn, wrote what they could sing at the gig to be held. When he finished, he showed them the line-up of the song. "Oh, these are the ones we will sing. Harry said and handed it to Tim. Tim, Richard and Stevent looked at it.

Harry pulled his head up and looked at me, “I don’t really want to talk about him. I’m sorry.” I shake my head sideways as I smile at him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to.” I tell Harry calmly. Now I know a part of the reason why he hates music and why he hates playing instruments. Music reminds him of this certain person that made him hate music and singing. But who could it be and what has he done that made Harry, an absolutely talented man, utterly hate music? “Can I ask you a question?” I asked shyly. He nods at me, “Of course.”

Each of the younger boys took a hold of one of Jedidiah’s arms and carefully led the older off the ice much to his embarrassment. *** Harry stared at Saint’s back as the gray haired boy hung streamers along with walls and above the party room windows while Harry himself blew up balloons to tie on the ends of the chairs and on the walls. The whole bus ride to the restaurant the brunet had listened to his soulmate rant on and on how the college board was a piece of shit and didn’t have the right to take their personal belongings away from them. That he would fight tooth and nail to get his digital sound board back because how was he able to make perfect music tracks without it? Music that woul