Hello readers! This is my first fanfic so I am super excited! I wrote this with PJOandHP4life, so we both uploaded it on our accounts! Enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: The amazing masterpiece that is Hamilton belongs to Lin-Manuel Miranda, and the fabulous work of art Harry Potter is belongs to J.K Rowling
A young man was strolling down the cobblestone streets in London, England through the stormy winter weather. On a little magical street called Diagon Alley, there sat a little butterbeer shop called The Three Broomsticks. He turned at the next corner headed toward a familiar shop he often visited when he had free time after studious college classes.
It was a warm and cozy shop, with a roaring fire, and the redheaded boy walked in to sit at worn wooden table. He ordered a glass of butterbeer when a waitress came by asking for his order. A few minutes later he sat there sipping a hot drink of butterbeer reading the Daily Prophet, pulling his cloak around him tighter against the biting winter storm outside as the door opened suddenly.
A sparkling stranger walked in with a dark blue cloak drawn against himself. His sparkly appearance turned many heads as he walked in.
Ron disregarded the strange man since he had a tiring day in class. Professor Snape was getting on his nerves. There was this annoying girl who is a total teachers pet that had the audacity to correct his pronunciation as he was called to speak in the front of the class.
Absorbed in his thoughts, he barely even noticed when the stranger tapped his shoulder.
"Pardon me, are you Ronald Weasley?"
What the crap? I can't even have a peaceful 15 minutes in this effing coffee shop! He thought disdainfully.
"That depends. Who's asking?" he said, raising a condescending eyebrow.
He half hoped the strange sparkly man would just leave him alone at this blunt and noncommittal response.
Sadly the guy seemed to be oblivious to his tone of voice and therefore continued to talk.
"Oh, well surely my name is Cedric Diggory." the man sat down across from Ron, as the redhead like to be called, and leaned closer.
"I have been watching you." he said, waggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way.
Ron leaned away prepared to yell, "Rape!" if necessary.
"Uh." he mumbled not sure if he should run or stay. "I'm getting nervous…" he finished lamely.
Cedric only smiled at him and made no move to lean back as he continued to speak. "Surely, I heard your name at Hogwarts. I was seeking someone to bathe with?" he said the last like it was a question, grinning.
Ron didn't respond to that.
Cedric just continued talking without showing any hesitance at the other man's silence.
"When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours."
He paused.
"I may have asked him out. It's a blur, sir. He's the chosen one?"
Ron looked at the guy now with even more surprise, and suspicion, as he mentioned Ron's best and possibly only friend at Hogwarts, his college.
"You asked Harry Potter?" he said bluntly.
Cedric seemed happy that Ron was talking to him again and was quick to respond.
"Yes!" he answered eagerly.
"I wanted to do what you did, get with Potter and defeat the dark lord."
Cedric suddenly took on a slightly hurt and confused face.
"He looked at me like I was gay."
Really! I wonder why? Thought Ron as he was giving Cedric the same look at this very moment.
Ron gave him a look.
"I'm NOT gay!" Cedric said childishly.
Ron raised an eyebrow.
"I think..." mumbled Cedric as he took a moment to think.
After a few minutes of Cedric thinking over his sexuality and Ron Siriusly considering just walking out to find another place to relax.
Cedric finally said "So how'd you do it? How did you get with Harry Potter?"
I'm NOT with Harry Potter! What is he thinking?! Ron thought.
"Bloody hell! What type of drugs are you smoking, son?!" Ron exclaimed preparing to just leave.
Cedric grinned.
"You are a druggie! Of course!" he said.
Not your typical reaction. But then again, this guy doesn't seem to do "typical". Ron thought.
"Can I…" Ron wasn't sure what he was going to say at this point. "Um, buy you some butterbeer?" he blurted out unexpectedly.
What? Why did I say that?
Cedric smiled.
"That would be nice." he said "Really nice, if you know what I mean." he winked repeatedly, but Ron decided to just ignore that.
Ron sighed dejectedly realizing that he just got himself into serious trouble.
Whatever I'm just gonna go with it at this point.
He went to the counter, and came back a few minutes later holding two glasses of butterbeer. He slid one across the table to Cedric and began to open his, he had a feeling he was going to need it.
Across the table, Cedric was shamelessly taking gigantic swigs of his butterbeer.
He's gonna get drunk. Crap, I need to say something.
Ron decided to say something before he had a drunk Cedric on his hands.
"So while we're here let me offer you some free advice." he blurted out.
Cedric looked up, butterbeer dribbling down his chin.
"What?" he said confused.
"Shut up." Ron said firmly.
Cedric looked even more confused.
"Survive."
"Huh?" Cedric said.
"Stay away from the Dark Lord and maybe you won't die." he stated.
Well, of course he should stay away from Voldemort. He's a mass murderer. What am I saying?
Cedric raised his eyebrows.
"Surely you can't be Sirius?"
"No, I am Ronald Weasley and don't call me surely, either."
"Okay."
"Fools who fight the Dark Lord wind up dead."
At this point, Cedric seemed to have completely forgotten about his drink. It was working. Cedric leaned in, as if he couldn't hear Ron right, confused.
Then everything got even weirder.
Three maniacs, also known as Ron's classmates, walked or more like barged into the shop.
"A YO YO YO YO WHAT TIME IS IT?!" yelled a little red-headed girl. She was small, but she sure had a set of lungs on her.
The other two young adults yelled in response, "SHOWTIME!"
"Like I said….?" Ron was saying, but turned around to see the spectacle.
"SHOWTIME, SHOWTIME!" the two continued.
"My name is Ginny Weasley in the place to be! Two pints of butterbeer, but I'm working on three! Those dementors don't wanna with me, 'cuz I will EXPECTO PATRONUM til I am home free!"
What the crap?! What was his little sister doing here?! And why was she rapping?!
"Oui oui mon ami je m'appelle Delacour!
This cause against ze Voldemort I am fighting for!
I came from afar just to say 'Ta Gueule!'
Tell ze Dark Lord 'Casse-toi!'
Who is the best?
C'est moi."
Oh look at how pretty Fleur is… Wow I didn't know she can rap. That is so hot.
Ron realized he was staring and blushed, averting his eyes quickly before Ginny caught sight of his face.
A shy chubby boy shuffled in, rapping in a quieter voice.
Wait is that…. What the heck?! Neville can rap?!
"Uh, um, I am sorta Neville, up in it, lovin' it
Heard Professor Sprout say come again!"
"Ayy!" yelled the other two girls cheering Neville on.
"Lock up your toads and your mandrakes
Of course, it's hard to have some fun with over four types of species… If you know what I mean."
Everyone one was silent as they tried to digest this new information about quiet, but apparently not so innocent, Neville.
Ginny recovered first and continued their rapping.
"Woah no more plants pour me some butterbeer son! Let's raise another more..."
"TO THE GREAT CHOSEN ONE!"
They exclaimed, raising glasses of butterbeer. Some sloshed on the table, making Madam Rosmerta glare at the rowdy group from behind the bar.
No one paid them any more attention, except Ron, who blushed hard, and tried to clean it up with some spare napkins, to no avail.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and it was none other than Harry Potter standing in the doorway.
When he saw them, he smiled, and pulled a chair up to their overcrowded table.
He sat between Ginny and Fleur, which also happened to be the furthest position from the now widely grinning Cedric.
"Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Dumbledore's Army and College?
"Harry Potter."
"Give us a verse, drop some knowledge."
"Good luck with this, we're taking a stand. You sit, I'm a spit, we'll see where we stand."
"Potter, the revolution is dangerous, do you want to DIE?" said a sneering voice behind them.
Everyone turned around in surprise, to see a scowling Draco Malfoy.
"'Cuz if that's what you want, I'm here to wish you good luck."
"Bloody hell." muttered Ron. "What the eff?!" said Ginny. "Quel putain?!" said Fleur. "What the Heck?!" said Neville
"Who the eff is this ferret and what's it gonna do?" finished all of them together.
Yay, there it is! My first chapter! That was fun! Please write reviews, the feedback is welcome!
The unicorn (me) shall be back to write the next chapter!
-RBU