Harry was depressed. He had to write a speech for Cedric Diggory's funeral within two weeks. He didn't know how he was going to the cope with the pain. He needed an outlet.
Harry looked in the библиотека for Книги on coping methods. He tried many of the suggestions, but none worked.
It was a a week before Cedric's funeral when he found the right method for him. Harry found he really liked music. It was a calming agent for him.
There was not much on the subject in the Library. So he decided to ask Hermione for some Книги on songwriting.
He walked over to the Griffindor girl's bedrooms and saw Hermione sitting on the floor by her хобот, ствол with a cup.
Hermione was making some kind of beat and was humming a pretty melody.
Harry walks up and says
"Hey 'Mione. What is that song Ты are humming?"
She says
"Oh Hi. It's commonly known Muggle song called The Cup Song. Anna Kendrick sings the song but she calls it When I'm Gone. Pretty isn't it?"
Harry nodded. He asked if she could teach him it.
Hermione jumped at the chance to spread her knowledge.
~The день of Cedric Diggory's Funeral~
Harry arrived to the funeral in a pair of black dress robes. He looked sad but there was still light in his eyes.
Harry walked up to the podium to say his words for Cedric. What nobody noticed was that in his hand was a yellow and black striped cup.
Harry finally spoke after a few секунды of silence.
"Cedric deserves еще than just a speech about his bravery. In fact Cedric and I both went through a lot of tasks in the Triwizard Tournament. Cedric is an inspiration to us all so I wrote a song in his honor. So I present Ты The Goblet Song."
Harry cleared his throat and took the black and yellow cup in his hand. He started doing the beat for the cup song. and then he sang.
"I got my ticket for the Hogwarts train
Some огонь whiskey for the way
and I sure would like some sweet company
so Ron and Hermione what do Ты say
with my wand
with my wand
i'm doing magic with my wand
I swish it in the air and I flick it everywhere,
oh, I'm doing magic with my wand
Got my name in by some guy on the 'juice,
Now I have to risk my life,
And I still don't know if I'm gonna make it through,
But I'm doing magic with my wand
with my wand,
with my wand
i'm doing magic with my wand
I swish it in the air and I flick it everywhere,
oh, I'm doing magic with my wand
Seems like I'll have to take the long way round,
Can't seem to shake this dragon now,
But I've this golden egg and
I've got my Firebolt and
I'm doing Magic with my wand
Go take a bath,
Go take a bath
You'll hear the egg sing,
The Русалки will sing and and you'll know the right place
Oh, I'm doing magic with my wand
Breathing water like pro now,
swimming in this deep dark lake,
Gotta get my thing I'll miss
Gotta get there just in time oh,
I can't just leave this little girl,
with my wand
with my wand
i'm doing magic with my wand
I swish it in the air and I flick it everywhere,
oh, I'm doing magic with my wand
No telling what's beyond the hedge,
Come on Cedric let's get that cup,
We got portkeyed away and but it wasn't to Hogwarts
Oh god 'he's' back, but Cedric's gone...
Tell them all,
I'll tell them all,
I'll tell them that he's returned
Gotta make sure we're prepared,gotta make sure your lives are spared
oh I gotta make sure I am there."
Harry finished with a teary smile and left the podium and walked out of the funeral. He was crying and he was not overwhelmed by the emotion.
Harry looked in the библиотека for Книги on coping methods. He tried many of the suggestions, but none worked.
It was a a week before Cedric's funeral when he found the right method for him. Harry found he really liked music. It was a calming agent for him.
There was not much on the subject in the Library. So he decided to ask Hermione for some Книги on songwriting.
He walked over to the Griffindor girl's bedrooms and saw Hermione sitting on the floor by her хобот, ствол with a cup.
Hermione was making some kind of beat and was humming a pretty melody.
Harry walks up and says
"Hey 'Mione. What is that song Ты are humming?"
She says
"Oh Hi. It's commonly known Muggle song called The Cup Song. Anna Kendrick sings the song but she calls it When I'm Gone. Pretty isn't it?"
Harry nodded. He asked if she could teach him it.
Hermione jumped at the chance to spread her knowledge.
~The день of Cedric Diggory's Funeral~
Harry arrived to the funeral in a pair of black dress robes. He looked sad but there was still light in his eyes.
Harry walked up to the podium to say his words for Cedric. What nobody noticed was that in his hand was a yellow and black striped cup.
Harry finally spoke after a few секунды of silence.
"Cedric deserves еще than just a speech about his bravery. In fact Cedric and I both went through a lot of tasks in the Triwizard Tournament. Cedric is an inspiration to us all so I wrote a song in his honor. So I present Ты The Goblet Song."
Harry cleared his throat and took the black and yellow cup in his hand. He started doing the beat for the cup song. and then he sang.
"I got my ticket for the Hogwarts train
Some огонь whiskey for the way
and I sure would like some sweet company
so Ron and Hermione what do Ты say
with my wand
with my wand
i'm doing magic with my wand
I swish it in the air and I flick it everywhere,
oh, I'm doing magic with my wand
Got my name in by some guy on the 'juice,
Now I have to risk my life,
And I still don't know if I'm gonna make it through,
But I'm doing magic with my wand
with my wand,
with my wand
i'm doing magic with my wand
I swish it in the air and I flick it everywhere,
oh, I'm doing magic with my wand
Seems like I'll have to take the long way round,
Can't seem to shake this dragon now,
But I've this golden egg and
I've got my Firebolt and
I'm doing Magic with my wand
Go take a bath,
Go take a bath
You'll hear the egg sing,
The Русалки will sing and and you'll know the right place
Oh, I'm doing magic with my wand
Breathing water like pro now,
swimming in this deep dark lake,
Gotta get my thing I'll miss
Gotta get there just in time oh,
I can't just leave this little girl,
with my wand
with my wand
i'm doing magic with my wand
I swish it in the air and I flick it everywhere,
oh, I'm doing magic with my wand
No telling what's beyond the hedge,
Come on Cedric let's get that cup,
We got portkeyed away and but it wasn't to Hogwarts
Oh god 'he's' back, but Cedric's gone...
Tell them all,
I'll tell them all,
I'll tell them that he's returned
Gotta make sure we're prepared,gotta make sure your lives are spared
oh I gotta make sure I am there."
Harry finished with a teary smile and left the podium and walked out of the funeral. He was crying and he was not overwhelmed by the emotion.
