Harry Potter meets the Rasmus
There are many glorious books written on life of one
of the worlds most grandious magitians who lived in the
21st century-Harry Potter-but not as much is known about
his spring youth of this spendid and, as some would dare
to say,the most influential wizard,posessing great
bravery and even greater talent,a new inspiration to
many generations of magitians who came after him.Perhaps
he would stay in memories of many by a simple fact that
he was one of the most beloved Quiditch players of all
times.As we know very little about his birth so we know
little about his sudden dissapearance and we tend to
accept the legend.But there is no explaination of the
thought his end might be an accident.For this esay I was
encouraged with the fact that in his earlier days he
reached fame in a muggle world,for a brief time and that
made him even greater legend as a wizard.What I have to
say about Harry Potter's short days of fame is not only
for those who are in thirst of deeper knowledge about
this exquisit persona but also for those rare muggles
who have showed interest in Harry Potters short days of
fame. I was particulary interested in this muggle job he
did that as he said was :"...one of the funniest and
most inspiring way to learn magic..." Not many sourses
dealed with this very short period of his life for this
"muggle period" was not approved by many magitians.In
absence of confirmed informations I relied to his
letters and stories of those who were closest to
him.
***
After failore to capture the heart of the
Angel girl that Harry fell deeply for,he tried to clear
his overconfused head and purify his heart so he
accepted friendly invitation of one of his school
mates,Lasse,to pay a short visit to Finland, where he
could spend hours walking in cold unfriendly nature or
study anchient magic and to Harry's surprise that was
exactly what he needed at this moment in his
life.Lasse,not wanting to leave Harry in bitter memories
while visiting his country, took Harry to the party that
was held by his cousin Aki,in attempt to pull Harry's
mind off the sour pill that seemed to heavy to
swallow.Left alone to wander through a big 16 bedrooms
villa, all made out of dark marble and cherry wood that
gave off sweet scent even in this dead of winter, Harry
wanted to find some peace and quiet,some escape of the
crashing noise that encircled him like a soft silken
hood.He entered in a macabre room,lighten only by five
thick scarlet candles that threw dancing shadows on
black walls.That must have been a music room for Harry
saw only drums, all set up and so he sat there and took
a look of the darkness in the silent room.Exept a
flickering light of those creepy candles,not anything
else seemed alive in that room.Sticks were resting on
the drums so he took them.He felt a slight tingling down
his fingers and slow warmth crawled through his hand and
body embracing him from his head to his feet.Within a
moment Harry felt his old pain coming back 10 000 times
stronger,chocking him and getting stronger.He wanted to
let it out,he had to let it out...and so let rip that
pain by and he stared drumming wiuth all his might while
screaming at the top of his voice not noticing a pale
mist rising from the ground. The room lit up and a dark
person,not much older than Harry himself stood up from
the anchient sofa at the far end of the room.Harry let
out a scream of
horror.
-So....so....so...rrrrryy.....I.....I....I...ha...a....a...d....no......idea
that somebody was here-Harry mutered
-Thats ok-said
the boy,his eyes sparkling-have you ever played
drums???
-Erm...no...not ever before...-Harry pulled
his sliding glasses on their spot
-So,would you ever
concider to play in a band-the boy's eyes fixed on Harry
without blinking
-Erm..erm....well,ok...-said
Harry-by the way,who are you???
-Oh,I'm Lauri and you
must be Harry Potter
Harry paused with unbelief.How
can this muggle know who is he....
-Who?Oh,I am
Harry,right....but how do you know who am I?
The boy
slowly pulled out his magic stick.11 inches of polished
cherry wood sent bright green sparkles in the
air...
***
Harry became a full time member of
finnish gothic metal band The Rasmus,who,eventhough
pureblooded wizards,presented themsleves as muggles,and
acted like all the mystery is just a part of the
image.Filling in for Eero,the missing member and Lauri's
best friend,whose place just couldn't be filled for
months,nobody being able to drum with his sticks,Harry
soon found out that more magic was happening in creating
music,and that even wizards can come freely to their
concerts not being recognised.As for Eero,if somebody
would search long enough,he might find the announcement
that he left the band to marry his pregnant
girlfreind,but as Harry wrote to Ron:"...nobody had the
slightest clue he acctually crossed to Voldemorts side.I
don't know weather you are still passionately interested
for conventional muggle world but my friend,its purely
visibile to read that out in these
lines...
...they say i have to kill
before
i can feel save
but I'd rather kill myself
than
turn into their side...*
*adapted for the need of the
story
And if you crossed over some
misleading informations that Lauri is fainting on the
stage,thats crap. He was cursed,I saw it on my own
eyes..."
***
Unfortunately that is all that was
possible to find out about great muggle days of Harry.It
is known he stayed with the band for 4 years,doing many
concerts and even attending German main events- Rock am
Ring and Rock im Park held every June,and gathering many
rock/metal bands for a few days. In the end,The Rasmus
fell apart,and that gooodbye went in cheerfull
atmosphere,only the last conversation,with Lauri had a
heavy flow.Lauri tried his best and pulled all his
mights but couldn't hide the fact that with Harry was
leaving the best he ever owned.This farewell wasn't a
lost for Harry,though.Lauri was,after all,one of many
who wanted harry for themsleves.After returning to
England Harry started to play as Seeker for Puddlemere
United.And he never returned to the muggle world,not
ever,not once. And what would Harry say himself about
those days is best described in this letter he wrote to
Sirius Black,his godfather.I also attached few muggle
pictures from that time of his life.
Dear
Sirius!!!
I'm great.Every morning Lauri is screaming
in my ear:Haaa-ryyyyyyyyyyy!!!!! and I'm already on the
floor.The moment I open my eyes I remember who am I.I am
Harry.I'm famous kid and sometimes somebody takes that
very personaly on me.I won't tell you much about my life
cuz I already figured long time ago I'll go bold very
young.In the band they squeeze me and soak me till my
brain explodes. But on Saturdays I'm like the cow in the
cabbage.You just hear:Rasmus,Rasmus,over here, come sing
one for us...At times my hair gets stuck in my
kidneys.But I'm a good boy.I always put one foot in
front of the other and if I slip on this finnish ice and
snow,nobody takes that personaly. Why,for I get up
again.Like I would disapoint anyone....There are so many
chicks around me,the younger ones and the older ones.I'd
like to learn from one older but I'm not sure weather
she wants me or not and she does.And what if she would
be disapointed in Harry???Huh???I can't make such an
earthquake to my reputation.But when I slap gel on my
hair,polish my glases and take out the magic stick,they
are all roasted.And I just size them up.Then I go home
cuz I'm embaressed in front of one. But don't tell a
soul.The End.