Music in the Divided Soul
Companion to Music in the Nonexistent Soul
AN: If you guys have seen my Twilight version of this, Music in the Nonexistent Soul, I'm sorry that I haven't updated! I'm sort of stuck on the next song, but I've been trying really hard! For those of you who haven't seen it, here's what it is: A bunch of songs fitted into possible scenarios that take place during the books. Lyrics are changed and it's certainly not a songfic, just a spoof of the songs (most of which I love anyhow). I slip the songs in during a scene which sets the scene and such. Unlike today, I'm usually delirious with sleep deprivation and sugar when I post. For some reason, that's not so today... Also, the style is very different than what I usually write. It's third person, and very short, concise stuff, no flowy language. it really is just setting the scene.
I don't know if I'll continue past this chapter, but it's just a little fic I like to work on when I have writers' block and am bored. it gets the imagination stirring, at least, and I get to work on my rhyming! Chances are, if I do, there will be Disney and Broadway, along with a few normal songs slipped in.
Enjoy! I love feedback!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or No One Mourns the Wicked
The crowd screamed in joy and happiness, hugging their loved ones and mourning the ones they lost. Over a day had passed since the final battle, and their hero, Harry Potter, was nowhere to be seen. There was a rumor spreading that he had gone to the Gryffindor tower to sleep and eat a sandwich, something that Rita Skeeter was pursuing diligently.
"Tell me, Mr. Longbottom," she said with her quill in hand. "What kind of sandwich does Harry Potter like to eat the most? You are a good friend of his, right?"
"I, er, dunno," he said nervously. "Look, um, we kind of gotta clean up Voldemort's body. It's creepy, just, like, sitting there in the middle of everything. And it's starting to smell. So… yeah."
"Will there be any sort of memorial service for the evil wizard?" Skeeter asked, interested.
"Of course not!" Neville said, shocked.
"And why ever not?"
"Because-- no on mourns the wicked!"
Order Members and DA members:
Good news! He's dead!
The dark wizard is dead!
The evilest man there ever was
The happiest news is here because
He's Dead!
Good news!
Good news!
Neville:
(spoken and relieved to get Skeeter off his back) Look! It's the Trio!
(The Golden Trio arrive riding on Harry's Firebolt)
Ron:
(spoken) Fellow wizards!
(sung) Let us be glad
Let us be grateful
Let us drink whiskey and say adieu to
The wicked workings of You-Know-Who
Isn't it nice to know
That good will conquer evil?
The truth you should believe in
Outlived a lie
For you and -
Luna:
No one mourns the Wicked!
Ginny:
No one cries "They won't return!"
Order Members and DA members:
No one lays a lily on their grave
Mr. Weasley:
The good man scorns the Wicked!
Mrs. Weasley:
Through their lives, our children learn
ORDER MEMBERS AND DA MEMBERS:
What we miss, when we misbehave:
Hermione:
And Goodness knows
Voldy's lives were lonely
Goodness knows
That Voldy died alone
It just shows when you're Wicked
You're left only
On your own
ORDER MEMBERS AND DA MEMBERS:
Yes, Goodness knows
That Voldy's lives were lonely
Goodness knows
That Good's never alone!
Nothing grows for the Wicked
They reap only
What they've sown
Harry:
(spoken) Are people born Wicked? Or do they have
Wickedness thrust upon them? After all, he had
a father. He had a mother, as so many do:
Riddle:
How I hate to go and leave you lonely
Other girl:
That's alright - it's only just one night
Riddle:
But know that you're here in my heart
While I'm out of your sight
Harry:
(spoken)
And like every family - they had their secrets
Merope:
Have another drink, my dark-eyed beauty
You've got one more night left, here in town
So have another Amortenia
And we'll have ourselves a little mixer
Have another swallow, my dark haired beauty
And follow me down:
Harry:
(spoken) And of course, from the moment he was born,
he was - well - different
Mrs. Cole:
It's coming!
Merope:
Now?
Mrs. Cole:
The baby's coming!
Merope:
Oh, ow!
I see his nose
I see his curl
His name is Tom
Marvolo Riddle, please, and –oh! (dies)
Mrs. Cole:
(spoken) Oh, god!
Helper:
(spoken) What is it? : what's wrong?
Mrs. Cole:
Poor baby!
Helper:
What did she mean?
Mrs. Cole:
It's atrocious
Helper:
It's obscene!
Helper and Mrs. Cope:
A child born in wedlock
The baby is instantly
ORDER MEMBERS AND DA MEMBERS:
Alone!
Riddle:
(spoken) Take it away: take it away!
Harry:
(spoken) So you see - it couldn't have been easy!
ORDER MEMBERS AND DA MEMBERS:
No one mourns the Wicked!
Now at last, he's dead and gone!
Now at last, there's joy throughout the land!
And Goodness knows
We know what Goodness is
Goodness knows
The Wicked die alone
Trio:
He died alone:
ORDER MEMBERS AND DA MEMBERS: :
Woe to those
Who spurn what Goodness
They are shown
No one mourns the Wicked
Trio:
Good news!
CROWD
No one mourns the Wicked!
Trio:
Good news!
ORDER MEMBERS AND DA MEMBERS:
No one mourns the Wicked!
Wicked!
Wicked!
"That's an intriguing story," Rita mused quietly, still nearby Neville, who inched away. Harry, noticing her, also tried to make for the exit, but was mobbed by admirers before he got too far. "My next book – You-Know-Who: Evil Dark Lord or Abused Orphan?"
"Harry never said anything about abuse," Neville reminded her. She shrugged.
"So? It'll make for an interesting story… Unless, of course, you and Harry would like to contribute to a book about the Prophecy involving the both of you..."
"No, thanks, gotta go! Hey, Harry, get your broom and let's go!"
Harry, at Neville's words, jumped into action. He summoned his broom, grabbed Ginny, and rode off towards the sky, leaving poor Neville, Hermione, and Ron to be attacked by the crowd. What a shame it was all Neville's idea in the first place!
AN: I hope you liked it! Reviews are appreciated!