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Follow The Leader	By : EnchanteNoir Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3439 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 3
~*~Disclaimer: See first chapter~*~

~*~Author's Note~*~ Here is the next chapter of Follow The Leader. I do hope you enjoy it and I am looking forward to your opinions on it. Also Voldemort will be updated soon. I apologize for the wait everyone, but with everything I have gone through these last years I just haven't had the desire to write at all. Please review :)

(Blah Blah)- Draco's echos in the songs with Harry

{Blah Blah}- Blaise if he's echoing

"Blah Blah"- Harry Singing

"({Blah Blah})"- Harry, Draco, and Blaise singing

~*~Chapter Notes~*~ VERY Disturbing Imagery, Harsh Words, Tissue Chapter (You will need em)

Lyrics from "Love Song", "Throw Me Away", "Dirty", and "Tearjerker" by KoRn

~*~Chapter 3: They Left Me Broken~*~

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Draco couldn't help but be concerned as he sat in the dressing room watching Harry pace. He wasn't too sure doing Love Song tonight of all nights was a very smart idea. Harry was already barely hanging on since he saw Dumbledore in the audience.

"Yes I'm sure..."

Draco was sure Harry felt he could do this, but something told him tonight is not going to end well for his front man. Damn Severus to hell and back for bringing Dumbledore here. Harry had been doing so well, he was slightly distracted from his pain by Severus' presence. He and Blaise had both noticed the rising interest in both males in each other. He was hoping Severus could help Harry to heal, but with Dumbledore there now it all seemed to be falling apart.

"Harry..."

"I'm fine."

"Liar." Draco didn't get to say much more as the knock came on the door to let them know they had about 2 minutes to return to the stage. Looking to Blaise he saw his boyfriend shake his head and knew that he was right, even though it made his stomach churn at the fact that it was too late. The scene had already been set... there was no going back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~HP/SS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Severus was currently back in the front row, dead center, with his mentor Albus Dumbledore. The man had been especially quiet during the intermission despite attempting to buy out the concession stand of various sweets. The show had gotten to him so far and Severus couldn't help but hope that Albus would finally suck it up and admit he had handled Harry wrong.

Harry...

That was another thing that changed during the course of the concert. He couldn't think of the man as Potter anymore. The rising desire he felt flooding his veins now wasn't helping either. The man was broken; it would take a lot to get him back together again, and he was beginning to think he may very well be the only one who could help. It made a lot more sense now why Albus and even Draco was so adamant he be the one at the show and the one to help respectively.

As the lights began to lower once more he could feel himself growing warm in slight fear. He wasn't sure he could handle anymore shocks after these two nights, but he was pretty damn sure that with the track record going the way it had... there was no way this night was going to end without many, many, many more.

A distorted sound filled the air along with this extremely high pitched sound that made him cringe until everything broke and the sound of guitars and drums filled the air. The sound was dark, but it was the image in front of him that drained every inch of blood out of his face. Harry and the band was still in battle robes though now even more torn and bloody than before. You only caught flashes of Harry as he kept fading in and out dancing in-between the people that appeared on the stage around him during the slight pauses in the music. First... Lilly Potter holding an infant Harry looking as real as she did the day she died, The Dursleys were next with Vernon being in the front, James Potter seeming to be yelling something and looking over his shoulder, and lastly the one that made the crowd gasp in horror Voldemort standing closest to the end of the stage with his back to Draco who was to the left side of the stage in the direction he was facing.

"Oh Merlin..." Severus whispered though his eyes shifted to see a frowning Albus. He would have cared more about that if he didn't fear suffocating through the lump suddenly in his throat.

As Harry reached his mic his lips parted and he began to sing along with Draco and Blaise on the title of the person he's speaking to then continuing alone, his hand pointing straight at Lilly Potter who was standing in front of baby Harry's crib shaking her head with tears rolling down her face.

"({Mother!})"

"You're holding my heart screaming!"

Harry shifted the anger in his eyes visable to all. The crowd was dead silent simply watching the pain unfold on the stage. For many this was the first time they had an image of what happened that night at Godric's Hollow. As the image shifted, the Dursleys showed up again this time with a broken and blooded Harry Potter being kicked by the obese Vernon and Dudley and screaming. He couldn't have been more than eight.

"({Motherfuckers!})"

"They left me broken bleeding..."

Severus was horrified not only at what he was looking at along with flashes on the tron of the final battle everyone fighting, some dying, others killing the enemy. This was blatant horror, pain, and anger surfacing and as he met Draco's eyes he could see the worry in his Godson for his front man. Just what the hell was going on?

"({Son of!})" Harry turned and pointed at his Father as the image of the Dursleys were replaced showing James getting killed by Voldemort.

"The man you loved and left for!"

Severus' eyes met Harry's and he couldn't help but cringe at the sheer malice flooding out of those killing curse green eyes before the young man turned and pointed at Voldemort who killed Lily and then shot the killing curse at Harry only for it to rebound back and destroy him instead.

"({The Son of a Bitch!})"

"Who tried to show me death's door..."

(Ahhhhhhhhh)

"Everything's eliminated... Everything is dedicated!"

The scene flashed showing Harry killing Voldemort finally and the cheers of the crowd surrounding him even as Harry started screaming in pain holding his heart.

(Ahhhhhhhhh)

"My belief destroyed my hated? Never get what's overrated"

The image on the tron flashed and showed Harry kneeling at his Mother's grave. It appeared to be where he had gone shortly after he disappeared from the battlefield at the end of the Battle of Hogwarts. He had always wondered where he had gone... he now had his answer.

"Love song for the dear departed, head stone for the brokenhearted. Arms to kill, or flowers to steal?

Head trip for the mortal earthbound, one sip of the blood that I found lying here, I'm dying here."

As messed up as the imagery was he couldn't help but feel that the song wrapped up the war really well. Severus still felt sick to his stomach and was still finding it hard to breathe. He could tell Albus wasn't much better as the older man was clenching the guard rail so tight his knuckles had turned white.

As the band started singing again paper began to fall from the ceiling into the crowd below. Many started grabbing for some and Severus did as well only to let his mouth drop in horror and he began to grab a few more passing them to Albus as he looked at obituary after obituary of those lost during the war.

"({And Then!})"

"Obituaries rain down..."

"({It's Okay!})"

"We're lying naked face down..."

(Ahhhhhhhhhhh)

Severus watched in horror as the stage filled with various dead bodies and the entire stage lit up in white light showing that the stage was truly a remake of the Battle of Hogwarts, the castle in the background on the tron showing the damage that had happened.

"Wasn't it decapitated? Can you see me fascinated?"

(Ahhhhhhhhhh)

"You're the only thing I've damaged. What you get to be mismanaged!"

"Love song for the dear departed, head stone for the brokenhearted. Arms to kill, or flowers to steal?

Head trip for the mortal earthbound, one sip of the blood that I found lying here, I'm dying here."

"Dying here, dying here, dying here, dying here, dying here, dying here, dying here, dying here, dying here, dying here, dying here"

The scene was horrific and everyone in the crowd was mortified. None more so than Severus and perhaps Albus who hadn't moved from his earlier position. Harry's sudden repeat of "dying here" sent chills through his body, but even he couldn't help but jump at the sheer fury that radiated off the man, his magic filling the air as he throws his mic stand halfway across the stage while on the tron it showed Harry in the hospital wing throwing a vase of daffodils at the wall, which shattered, only to look in fury at Granger who turned around from where she had been about to walk out of the infirmary shocked with her hand covering her mouth.

"UGH!"

Harry and Draco began to headbang near one another before sharing Draco's mic as they began to sing in distorted voices the sound sick, and in a way heartbreaking when one took into account what they were saying. On the tron it showed Harry saying the same thing to Granger whose eyes filled with tears as she shook her head in refusal.

"(Don't bring me daffodils, bring a bouquet of pills. See some geranium, cracked to the cranium. Protect me when you can. Respect me when I am dying...)"

Harry moved away and to the center of the stage where a podium was. As he did the stage began to rise up showing various coffins lined up in front of him and many images of people sitting in front of Harry facing him. Some were crying, all was dressed in black, and Severus could hear many in the crowd crying, could smell the salt on the air, and it was anyone's guess how he managed to hold onto his own emotions. Harry bowed his head as he began to sing and Severus could see and hear the pain and sorrow in his voice at the cost of the war.

"Love song for the dear departed, head stone for the brokenhearted. Arms to kill, or flowers to steal?"

"(Head trip for the mortal earthbound, one sip of the blood that I found lying here, I'm dying here.)"

Harry and Draco began to sing different lyrics of the song over one another the sound that came out of Harry's mouth was high pitched and short of sheer insanity. It showed not only how lost he really was after the war, but how broken inside he still is. It brought tears to Severus' eyes and he had to take deep breaths to keep them from falling.

"Don't bring me daffodils, bring a bouquet of pills. See some geranium, cracked to the cranium. Protect me when you can. Respect me when I am dying..."

(Love song for the dear departed, head stone for the brokenhearted. Arms to kill, or flowers to steal?}

"Don't bring me daffodils, bring a bouquet of pills. See some geranium, cracked to the cranium. Protect me when you can. Respect me when I am DYING..."

(Head trip for the mortal earthbound, one sip of the blood that I found lying here, I'm dying here.)

The high pitched scream that fell from Harry's lips as he said that final "dying" damn near broke Severus forcing him to breathe in sharply holding his chest.

"What have we done..." Severus asked in horror his entire frame shaking with the shock of it all.

"I don't know Severus... I don't know." Albus answered him honestly causing Severus to look toward him in shock. If Albus didn't know he had no idea how in the hell they were going to fix this?

The lights were only out for moments before the stage lit up once more this time showing a scene of the hospital wing. On the tron was Harry lying in the hospital wing looking disoriented at Draco who looked concerned and worried about the boy lying in the bed. Harry shook his head saying it wasn't serious, whereas Draco didn't look convinced. The sound of the drums Weasley was playing sounded like Harry's heartbeat and as Harry moved to his mic so did Draco copying the boys words, but Draco was whispering whereas Harry sung with dark insanity.

"(Flesh wound, flesh wound with medication it will fade. Should I assume that someone hears me when I pray? Love full of hate. Don't you love how I break?)"

Suddenly Harry on the tron shot up and grabbed Draco by the shirt his eyes pleading with the boy in front of him even as the man sung, the boy said the words to Draco tears falling from beautifully broken green eyes. The boy beat on his chest and clung to the other as Draco wrapped his arms around him promising.

"Don't let them throw me away...aaaaahaaaaa... keep me and I'll be okay... aaaaahaaaa... skipping a beat but it plays! Aaaaahaaaa... don't let them throw me away! Don't let them throw me away..."

Severus couldn't help his body's reaction to Harry's softer tone as he let out the final "Don't let them throw me away" and watched, even as he trembled, the tron change showing the various meetings all the adults had after the way unknowing that Harry had been eavesdropping on the conversation. It showed Molly and many others saying Harry needed to go to St. Mungos... and even himself arguing against it saying it would kill Harry. The boy on the screen crumpled to the floor tears flooding his eyes and rolling down his cheeks as he realized they no longer needed him or wanted him.

"(Screwed up, used up, crumble lying on the floor. Fucked up, shut up, all you did back then was score.

I'm feeling weak, missing parts, Incomplete...)"

"Don't let them throw me away...aaaaahaaaaa... keep me and I'll be okay... aaaaahaaaa... skipping a beat but it plays! Aaaaahaaaa... don't let them throw me away! Aaaaahaaaa... Don't let them throw me away... don't let them throw me away... don't let them throw me away..."

The music became darker, the sound of Harry's screaming dark, twisted, insane, and on the tron it showed Harry in the infirmary being examined under bright lights even as his he appeared slighting drugged. No doubt it was the various anti-psychotic drugs they had given him.

"Hold me up into the light, fix the cracks and fix them right. Keep the pieces in the drawer, keep them there forever more. May come in use for someday, recycle this shit in someway, and all that I have to say... Don't let them throw me away..."

As he continued to sing Severus could hear the anger and resentment Harry felt even without having to look at him and see the fury dancing in his eyes as he looked at Albus. As a musical break happened and Draco's guitar sounded out beautifully the pain deep inside of Harry. It was horrifying to know they had damn near killed this man. After everything he had done for everyone Harry had not deserved this... not at all, and Severus couldn't help the tear that fell at the knowledge that no one but Draco and the rest of the band had seemed to care. Everyone else was willing to let things fall the way Albus had wanted them to.

As Harry sung the chorus one final time he leaned back with each scream from his mouth of those aaaahaaaas and the sound was heart wrenching as he pleaded to be kept and not discarded now that he had no further use.

"Don't let them throw me away...aaaaahaaaaa... keep me and I'll be okay... aaaaahaaaa... skipping a beat but it plays! Aaaaahaaaa... don't let them throw me away! Aaaaahaaa... Don't let them throw me away!"

Severus watched as Harry backed away from the mic as the music continued. He could see the angry tears falling down his face as he turned his back to the mic and walked away backstage. Still the music continued and Severus let his eyes meet Draco's in concern. He could see the pain in his Godson's eyes and looked at the other members who all echoed the same heartache in their eyes before the music cut sharply and the lights went off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~HP/SS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Once the lights went off everyone ran to the back to do a fast change. Draco and Blaise eyed one another before Draco motioned Blaise to check on Harry. Blaise had a short change as it didn't take him long before he nodded his head and moved over to where Harry was changing.

"Hey Har... you okay?" Blaise could already tell the other man was not. His eyes were bloodshot and damp from his tears. He was breathing heavily and he could see the other trembling. Saying nothing more Blaise wrapped his arms around him.

"I-I..." Harry couldn't get it out. He was baring himself on that stage and it was so hard to reopen the scabs that never quite healed.

"Shhhh... Its okay... we got you." Blaise promised even as Draco came up with Ron and all three of them wrapped the other boy in their arms surrounding him and shielding him from the hurt they all knew he felt. They all felt him take a deep breath re-centering himself before nodding his head letting them all know they could let him go.

"Two more songs to go... I can do this."

"There's our frontman... come on... after this we can head to Grimmauld and celebrate our kickass show and eat because seriously I'm starving." Ron said lightening the mood immediately as they all laughed at him.

"Alright, Alright... let's go finish this up so we can feed the bottomless pit." Harry smirked at Ron even as he protested with a "hey!" and they all headed back toward the stage. Harry once more managing to hide his pain behind his smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~HP/SS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Severus blinked as the lights started to come back up after just maybe three minutes of darkness. He immediately saw the stage which was set up normal once more no fancy stage scenery this time, but it appeared to have an illusion of it pouring down raining on it. The band members were dressed in leather pants and poet shirts in various colors. Draco was in black from head to toe, Blaise wore a dark green shirt, and Ron seemed to have on a burnt sienna colored shirt that made his hair look more copper than the orange hue it had at times. Harry though... Harry was wearing a leather skirt with slits up both sides with a black and silver studded belt with a buckle of a serpent resting in the center with emerald green eyes, and an emerald green silk poet shirt that was left open revealing his well sculpted chest and washboard abs.

The music playing which Harry was rocking to slowly was just Weasley's drums and Blaise's bass. The sound was dark... haunting... and the tron showed a scene of Godric's Hollow in the middle of a rainstorm. Lightening was flashing and Draco was standing on the front step bamming on the door and yelling "HARRY PLEASE! OPEN THE DOOR! HARRY!"

Harry on the stage opened his eyes and looked out at the crowd through his soaking wet black locks that seemed to cling to his face, as he caresses his Basilisk mic stand in slow sure strokes. As he began to sing the sound was slow, sensual, but the lyrics were downright terrifying. Severus eyes quickly broke from Harry and looked over to Draco who motioned him to watch the tron. Shit... another true memory. Severus wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, and it looked as if Albus was barely hanging on at this point himself.

"Keep knocking, no one's there... Pouring down, near be felt..."

Draco's guitar making distorted chords trail was haunting and it sent shivers through Severus' body. Suddenly Harry's voice changed, grew a little louder not as sweet sounding, then turned into an all out scream, but it was the words he screamed along with the sight on the tron that nearly took Severus to his knees.

"I'm out here, by myself... All alone... Ready to blow my head off!"

The flood of music and the continued lyrics had Severus holding onto the guard rail in order to keep standing. He could see on the tron Harry standing at his Mother's gravesite near a tree, his emerald green eyes full of pain and heartache. Tears were mixing with the rain it appeared and Harry had a gun in his hand.

Suddenly Draco on the tron came running up and his scream filled the room before Harry looked up and began to speak and the real Harry in front of them sung the words his younger self was saying. He looked like a broken child on the tron, long hair falling to the middle of his shoulders soaking wet and clothes too big that were on his frame. He had bruises covering his body no doubt from his last stay at the Dursley's by Dumbledore's orders.

"I hurt so bad inside I wish you could see the world through my eyes! Each day is the same... I just wanna laugh again!"

The way Harry's voice faded on a soft breath was disturbing and yet the image of Draco on the tron pleading with Harry not to do this even as Harry kept hold of the gun. Draco didn't move any closer but you could see him arguing with Harry about why he shouldn't do this. Just how many times had his Godson managed to keep Harry from killing himself? The two immediately began to sing together the sound beautiful, yet like a neverending nightmare.

"{Keep hoping, nothing to spare... So my life, isn't quite there... Feel like a whore... A dirty whore... Such a whore...)"

"Dirty..." Harry trailed along and Severus watched as his head rolled on his shoulders and his eyes fluttered closed. He could see Harry's hand tightening on his mic so tight he could see the knuckles turning white even from his position in the crowd.

"I'm out here, by myself... All alone... Ready to blow my head off! I hurt so bad inside I wish you could see the world through my eyes! Each day is the same... I just wanna laugh again!"

The music continued and Harry softly sung into his mic right before the music broke into a musical solo. The sound was disturbing and Severus could barely swallow the lump in his throat.

"I just wanna laugh again..."

While the music continued on Harry stood there on the stage near his mic his eyes closed before he opened his mouth the sound soft at first and then changing into something... dark.

"I'll take it, I'll take it, I will take it... Give it to me..."

Harry paused for just a second his hands falling from his mic to move into his hair and grip it. Severus could see with each second that past that grip tighten before Harry started screaming in gutteral horror as on the tron he put the gun to his head and cocked it only for Draco to tackle him bodily and the two immediately began to fight Harry throwing punches even as the Harry in front of him began to scream in denial.

"You dirty little fuck! Dirty little fuck! You dirty little fuck! Dirty little fuck!"

Harry was soon echoed by Draco the mixture of their voices holding every ounce of pain and anger one could feel, and Severus felt sick even as he watched on the tron Draco banish the gun then shake the hell out of Harry screaming at him all the while in fury.

"You dirty little fuck" (I will take it)

"Dirty little fuck" (I will take it)

"You dirty little fuck" (I will take it)

"Dirty little fuck" (I will take...)

"You dirty little fuck!" (itttttttt)

Severus swallowed hard as Draco held his note the sound so full of fury as Harry started singing the chorus once more the two looking at one another an understanding in their eyes that Severus could understand as they united under the fact that Harry had nearly ended it all and Draco had saved him.

"I hurt so bad inside I wish you could see the world through my eyes! Each day is the same... I just wanna laugh again!"

Harry's eyes met Severus' as he repeated "I just wanna laugh again..." and Severus couldn't help but feel like Harry was pleading to him for help, that he knew in his heart the music was no longer enough, and that he was losing the battle once again. The sound was so pleading, so utterly desolate that Severus held his eyes steady on the other male's and nodded slightly letting him know he was here for him.

"I just wanna laugh again... I just wanna laugh again... I just wanna laugh again... Just wanna laugh again... Just wanna laugh again..."

The room went silent and the lights slowly faded though Harry and Severus' eyes never left one another. Severus knew that if he didn't help along with Harry's friends Harry would be dead by his own hand soon. It was a terrifying thought for Severus.

"This is all my fault."

Blinking as the room finally goes dark and Albus' voice broke through the deep feelings in his chest Severus felt angry and turned on Albus.

"What the hell did you expect Albus?"

"I don't know..."

"No you don't... and now we have a very broken man that needs to be glued back together, but I don't expect you will want anything to do with finding the pieces and gluing them as after all... the war is over, your greater good has been achieved, you no longer have use of your chest pieces so just put them away."

Severus watched as Albus flinched and felt a sort of vindication and pleasure knowing the old man had felt his words as if he had physically hit him. It wasn't long before Draco was standing in the center of the stage grinning out at the crowd.

"Hey everyone... before our final song I just wanted to get a chance to talk and say thanks to everyone for showing up. It really means a lot to my band mates and I that you are here to support us. We hope you enjoyed the performance, and we hope you're looking forward to seeing us again soon."

Draco winked and blew kisses to the screaming crowd before the stage went black again. Severus could hear movement and then silence before a distorted haunting chime and deep bass sound filled the air. Once it did a single spotlight lit up the steps on the stage that were just in reach of Severus. There on the step laid out was one Harry Potter still in the same outfit, but laid out on his back staring at the ceiling. No one else was on the stage it seemed, or it could be the darkness surrounding Harry besides that solo spotlight on him was concealing the others. Connected to his head was a headset microphone and it wasn't long before he began to sing the sound soft and echoing... almost as if he was locked in the silence of his own mind talking to himself.

On the tron showed Harry sitting in Grimmauld alone surrounded by various ghosts of his dead loved ones. He looked completely lost, lonely, and as if he was barely hanging on. Severus felt that lump in his throat return and he was torn between looking at the tron watching the ghosts slowly leave him and looking at Harry in front of him who was simply staring off into space as he sung.

"Well, I wish there was someone. Well, I wish there was someone to love me. When I used to be someone, and I knew there was someone that loved me. As I sit here frozen alone, even ghosts get tired and go home as they crawl back under the stones."

Severus was watching Harry's face, his eyes slowly closed as he held the "stones" before he opened them slowly and began to sing. The soft tone brought tears to Severus' eyes as pain filled his chest as he realized exactly how alone Harry felt.

"And I wish there was something... Please tell me there's something better... And I wish there was something more than this (more than this) saturated loneliness (loneliness)... And I wish I could feel it... And I wish I could steal it, abduct it, corrupt it but I never can... It's just saturated loneliness..."

Severus watched as Harry's eyes drifted closed as the haunting melody played around him. A slow breath was taken before the words returned and the lyrics were so haunting that Severus knew there was going to be no way he could continue to fight against the rising tide of emotion flooding his chest. He couldn't believe how much pain was hiding behind Harry's smile. How had he managed to keep it bottled up and still function?

"Does the silence get lonely? Does the silence get lonely, who knows? I've been hearing it tell me... I've been hearing it tell me, "Go home." Because The Freaks are playing tonight, they packed up and turned out the lights..."

Severus watched as a single tear fell from those emerald green eyes and trailed down the side of his face as if in slow motion. It was taking everything in him not to hop the guardrail and pull the man into his arms. He was no longer paying attention to Albus, where the rest of the band was, the crowd... nothing... nothing else mattered besides the message and sight of Harry Potter.

"And I wish there was something... Please tell me there's something better... And I wish there was something more than this (more than this) saturated loneliness (loneliness)... And I wish I could feel it... And I wish I could steal it, abduct it, corrupt it but I never can... It's just saturated loneliness..."

On the tron it showed Harry sitting in a bathtub his emerald eyes fixed on the water even as he sobbed his heart out. He was shaking as if the water was cold, and it probably was, but Severus wondered just how long had the boy sat in that tub. What was he hoping to find in the floating bubbles surrounding him?

"And the bathwater's cold... And this life's getting old..."

Severus jumped as suddenly Weasley's drums sounded out and the others joined in, but it was the sound of Harry's sudden screaming pleas that forced a sob straight from his lips and the tears he had been holding back all night to fall. He was suddenly happy for the darkness that surrounded them as no one could see nor hear him.

"And I wish I could feel it... And I wish I could feel it... And I wish I could steal it, abduct it, corrupt it... And I wish I could feel it... And I wish I could steal it... And I wish I could feel it, abduct it, corrupt it..."

Suddenly the entire sound changed and Severus watched as Harry started sobbing, the control over his voice showing as he still managed to scream his lyrics out. He felt ever ounce of the pain in those lyrics and the echo of Draco's guitar screaming along with Harry shattered him. The sound overwhelming his senses and ensnaring his mind, as he could only watch in horror as Harry's back arched as if in physical pain.

"But I! Never can..."

Harry shook his head as he sung the "never can" and Severus felt like screaming in denial of it all. As he started screaming "But I" once more and he came back up on that arch Severus found himself sobbing along with Harry. He wanted to hold him and tell him he could... and he would show him how. He wanted to show him he was still loved, needed, and wanted. Unknowingly Severus reached out and touched the boy in a soft caress, feeling the tremble of emotion run through Harry's body before he collapsed as his voice shook during the repeated "Never can..."

But I! Never can... Never can... Never can... Never can..."

Severus watched Harry's eyes flutter closed tears still rolling down his face as Draco's guitar strummed the closing before the lights softly faded away and he loss the feel of Harry's arm beneath his hand. Severus felt lost and bereft as the lights in the entire room slowly began to come on causing him to wipe his face and simply stare at the step where Harry was now gone. No one was left on the stage and Severus felt the loss deeply. He didn't move even though Albus was questioning him whether or not they should head back to Hogwarts.

He couldn't say anything. He felt as lost as Harry seemed in that song without being able to look at him and see for himself that he was okay. He knew deep down Harry was probably in the back in a million little pieces being comforted by his band mates, but Severus wanted to be the one comforting him. Something had happened between them during that last song... Severus had felt Harry's emotions so clearly. Something else was going on here... something he was determined to find out.

"You can go..." He finally spoke to Albus knowing his foolish mentor was probably only too eager to get out of the building and as far away from his mistakes as possible. Severus on the other hand was determined to see his Godson... and Harry.

"Very well my boy, I will see you back at Hogwarts."

It took only seconds for Severus to see Albus apparate out of the building as if the hounds of hell was on his tail. They probably were, in the form of a guilty conscience. Turning toward the corner where he could see fans trying to get to the back Severus made his way over. Sure Albus could run... but he would not... could not. Harry deserved more than that.

~*~End Chapter 3~*~

~*~Final Author's Note~*~ Whew... finally... end of the concert. *Dabs her eyes with a Kleenex* Good lord... that scene always makes me cry at the end. It has been in my head since the beginning of this story, despite having not written it I always felt the emotions. The heartache, pain, loneliness, and overwhelming need to make it right. Albus is still running from his demons. Severus felt an emotional connection to Harry... hmmm what does that mean? How will the meeting in the back go? Will they acknowledge it? Better yet... will Harry even be there? Find out this and more in the next installment of Follow The Leader (Which I promise won't be a long wait). Please read and review. I am seriously looking forward to all of your opinions.
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