A/N I have been reading quite a few of these talent show fics, so I thought I would try one and see how it goes. In this little world, Voldemort is dead, but his right hand man, Lucius, is continuing his reign. He has taken the nickname the 'Dark Master'. Sirius is still alive, but living with Remus. Number 12 is empty, and it is Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts.

I don't own the Harry Potter characters, JK does. I didn't sing the amazing song 'Lost You Anyway', Toby Keith did. I also didn't sing 'Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word', Elton John did. I own nothing but the plot, so don't steal that from me, please.

Enjoy!

"Sixth year students, thank you for meeting me here. I know it is strange for all of you to be here together, but I would be very disappointed if I had to take away points already for fighting between the Houses." Dumbledore paused in his speech to look pointedly at two students. Shockingly, the two he thought would be causing problems weren't. Dumbledore shook off his surprise, but didn't let it show, of course, and continued with his speech. "Now, for the reason I have gathered you all here. The Seventh years will be putting together a talent show to take everyone's mind off of … certain things, sadder, darker things, and the Sixth years, you, will show off your talents. You may pair up with a maximum of four other people. You can be by yourself if you want to. It is mandatory that at least ten people from each house perform. I will have the list in my office, so if you would like to sign up, please come see me there. There will be a running count shown for each house in their Common Room. The show will be four weeks from now. You are dismissed!" Every student wanted to get out of the Great Hall all at once.

Except for one.

Harry Potter stayed behind. "Professor, I would like to sign up for the talent show."

"Excellent, my boy! What shall you be doing?"

"I'm going to sing a song, but I want to do it a little bit differently."

"How so, my boy?"

"I don't want my name to be announced when I go up there, and I want a slideshow behind me. Also, the room has to be completely dark, and the spotlight on a slideshow behind me, until I start to sing, which is when the spotlight would go to me."

"It sounds like you have something special planned, Mr. Potter."

"I do, Professor."

"Good, good! Now, what song do you have in mind?"

"I don't know yet, Professor."

"Well, you'd better hurry and decide."

"I will, Professor."

"Very good. I will see you at breakfast tomorrow morning! Oh, and Harry,"

"Yes?"

"It is not wise to keep everything to yourself."

Harry flinched slightly, but nodded to try and cover it up. "I know, Professor, but some things I have to deal with by myself."

"If you think it is the best. Just don't hurt yourself." Then he was gone.

Harry whispered. "I'm not the one hurting me." Then he too was gone.

Four weeks later, talent show

"And that was Pansy Parkinson, Greggory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe in a fascinating reenactment of the Muggle play Romeo and Juliet." Everyone in the audience was either fighting to stay awake or in various degrees of revulsion. "Now, for our closing act."

The room went dark. A spotlight clicked on, and a slideshow began. A picture of two clasped hands was replaced by a picture of those hands being torn apart. There was a picture of two men, but it was impossible to tell who they were. Their shadows were standing close together, and one had his head on the other's shoulder. The next picture was of one of them collapsed on the ground, head in his hands. The other man was standing with his arms crossed, his body language screaming impatience. The shadow men slowly faded away and the screen went black, and the confused crowd thought that it was over. But slowly, words melted onto the screen.

Lost You Anyway

The beginning notes of a song began to play and the confusion disappeared. The spotlight flickered to the singer, and there was a collective gasp.

Harry Potter, who, after killing the Dark Lord, became a nobody. He was shoved under more limelight for a little while, but then people became bored of their toy and moved on.

But this Harry Potter was not a nobody. He had on black tight jeans and a white tee shirt, covered by a black vest. His black hair had subtle purple highlights and his tourmaline eyes were accented by black eyeliner, and his hair was styled so that it was perfectly messy and he was playing the guitar. Over all, he was just plain hot. Half of the girls in the audience swooned at the sight of him.

Then he started to sing.

Maybe you were right.
Maybe I could have changed.
Sitting here alone tonight
Thinking about a lot of things

What's a man to say
When all the questions start
Hell I know deep down
Inside my broken heart

Could've tried just a little bit harder
Kissed you just a little bit sweeter
Held on just a little bit longer
Dug down just a little bit deeper

Let the world revolve around you
And given you the stars above
Loved you just enough to make you stay
And I'd have lost you anyway

I hate it when it's like this
Baby, it's like that now
Nothing I can say to you
You even care to talk about

How you gonna dress it up
Wrap it in a pretty bow?
When it's gone, it's gone for good
Baby, at least I know

Could've tried just a little bit harder
Kissed you just a little bit sweeter
Held on just a little bit longer
Dug down just a little bit deeper

Let the world revolve around you
And given you the stars above
Loved you just enough to make you stay
And I'd have lost you anyway

Oh, let the world revolve around you
And given you the stars above
Loved you just enough to make you stay
And I'd have lost you anyway
I'd have lost you anyway
I'd have lost you anyway
I'd have lost you anyway.

The audience was dead silent with shock. Who could make a man sing like that, with such pain? Who had broken the Golden Boy's heart?

Then the applause began. Harry stood and went backstage, not even acknowledging the applause.

Dumbledore and the rest of the staff, who were acting as judges, had to wait twenty minutes for the last of the applause to die.