True Colours (standard:romance, 15081 words)
Author: Gryfinndor_Girl	Added: Aug 13 2002	Views/Reads: 3453/3045	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The third part in the Ginny and Harry series...The nightmares are returning for Ginny, and Harry is unaware. Meanwhile, Ron starts to become aware of the closeness between his best friend and his sister.

True Colours The Chronicles part III 

I groaned to myself and got back into position in the line. Madame
Chantuer was in a particularly touchy mood today, and was keeping the 
class back later than usual trying to get this song done properly. Sara 
and the rest of my Gryffindor roommates were stood next to me, the very 
picture of the angelic choirgirls. 

We were doing my favourite song at the moment, and as I had suggested it
I had been given the ‘honour' of doing a solo spot in it. 

Don't get me wrong, I love singing, I just hate, hate singing in front
of people, and I never did it if I could help it, but unfortunately 
half of the Magical Arts course seemed to compromise of me embarrassing 
myself. 

The music struck up, and I watched the professor wildly swinging the
baton over her head, shouting out instructions for the song over the 
noise of the music. 

“Brilliant...a little higher Jones...lovely. Now here comes the hard
part...take the solo Anslow...good good...now you Weasley” 

I took my cue, singing my lines whilst listening to my furiously beating
heart. 

“But I see your true colours, Shining though, I see you true colours,
And that's why I love you, So don't be afraid to let them show, Your 
true colours, True colours, Shining through” 

I finished my lines and silently cursed myself, why oh why did I have to
tell them my favourite song? My special song. It wasn't right singing 
the words that were so special to me for everyone else to hear. I 
hummed along to the chorus, then took another deep breath to begin my 
next solo, loosing myself in the words, singing louder and stronger 
than before. I find if I imagine a certain picture in my head whilst 
singing this song, it becomes a lot easier. 

“Show me a smile, don't be unhappy I can't remember when I last saw you
laughing If this world makes you crazy and You take in all you can bare 
You call me up- because you know I'll be there” 

The song gradually faded out, and it seemed Madam Chanteur was finally
happy with our rendition, so she mercifully let us escape. I hurried 
down the dark corridors, hugging my book bag close to me as I tried to 
ignore the shadowy corners. Its amazing that the paths you've walked 
for so long, suddenly change, and walking down them becomes less like a 
chore, but more a victory. I had the uneasy feeling that I was being 
watched and I quickened my pace, desperate to get back to the warmth of 
the Common Room and the comfort of my friends. 

I hurriedly gave the password to the Fat Lady, and clambered through
quickly, stopping only to gain my breath when the portrait closed shut. 
I suddenly felt very silly with myself for loosing my head like that 
for no reason. I hugged the parchment closer to me, and looked around 
the common room. I caught sight of Harry staring me and I smiled, 
feeling instantly better. I walked over to them, catching a little of 
what Ron was saying. 

“...yeah but what's the point? They want you to buy the car, not the
music” he said, brows knitted in confusion 

“Hi guys, what you talking about?” I asked as I casually fell into the
seat next to Harry, dropping my parchments onto the table. 

“Oh hi Gin” said Hermione distractedly before rounding on Ron. 

I smiled and sat back and took another steadying breath, looking at
Harry who merely rolled his eyes at the others. 

“What's going on?” I asked him quietly as they began to bicker about
something. 

“Were having a discussion don't you know. We're trying to decide whether
muggle music's better than wizarding music. At least we were until 


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