The Legend Of Wizard Rock

Who Still Lives is a AU FanFic set in present day London. Harry Potter, unable to lead a normal life in any existence, is a fast-rising rock star. He and his band, Who Still Lives - consisting of Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Oliver Wood - are signed to Remus Lupin's record label, Big Bad Wolf, and produced by Lupin himself. They recently released their first CD, "You're the Talk of the Town."

Before there was Who Still Lives, there were The Marauders, a popular four-person band in the nineteen seventies. James Potter, vox and rhythm guitarist, and one of Britain's greatest heartthrobs, split up the band in nineteen seventy-nine when he married Lily Evans, a young girl who, he is often quoted as having said, counted his celebrity as a strike against, and not for, him. Although the band (Sirius Black, backup vox and lead guitar; Remus Lupin, bass; Peter Pettigrew, drums.) split, the members remained good friends until the death of Lily and James Potter in a mysterious car crash a year after their first, and only, child's birth in nineteen eighty-one, when an undisclosed internal conflict caused a rift between Peter and the other two members of the band. Surviving the car accident was, Harry James Potter, Lily and James' one-year-old son, was raised by his uncle and aunt because of a court ruling that deemed his Godfather, Sirius, an unfit guardian for him.

Sirius Black, who became a solo artist after the break-up of The Marauders, was an infamous playboy and rumored drug addict, something he vehemently denied. In nineteen ninety-four he drowned in his backyard swimming pool. Foul play was initially suspected, but when an investigation turned up no evidence, this hypothesis was abandoned, and his death counted as an accident. Some believe it was a suicide, but his close friends refuse this.

Puzzled by his parents death, Harry's years growing up have been turbulent since day one. Having heard the truth of the car accident and the source of the consipracy, Harry decides to play fire with fire. He brings back his family name by forming a band called, Who Still Lives. Being branded as the "Boy Who Lived", it is only natural to humor the public with this choice of band name. His bands mates include his fellow classmates from magic school, Hogwarts. They include the dreamy, Luna Lovegood. The athletic, Oliver Wood, and the amusing red head, Ron Weasley. After competing in battle of the battles and winning the title, all together they face a long journey ahead of them. Gaining the top place on WizRock's hit list.

Throughout their career, the Marauders competed with fellow musician Tom Riddle, better known as Voldemort. Tabloids such as, Skeet Weekly, rumored Voldemort as the source of reason why the famous Potters died. He disappeared after the Potters' death, but now that Harry Potter is storming the scene, he's ready to put an end to to anyone's careers- permanently. Voldemort is back, and he's ready to rock.

The Life of Luna Lovegood

Hello. My name is Luna Rose Lovegood.

"Julie! Darling! Push! Just push harder!"

"SHUT THE FECK UP, LOUIS!!!!!!"

Cries of pain burst into the air. Julia Lovegood tried the best she could.

A nurse, dressed in white robes, whispered to Louis Lovegood, who was in a state of utter panic.

"She needs to push harder," she whispered, loud enough to rouse up Julia's temper.

"I am dammit! ARGHHHH!!!" screamed Julia in aggravation.

"There we go, you can see the head!" the doctor spoke.

"Really? Let me have a look," Louis said, totally oblivious to what was about to come.

"PUSHHH!"

"ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A young infant's cry could be heard. The rest went into place. With one glance at the child, Louis Lovegood quickly fainted onto the surgery room floor.

"Oh dear! Another father down on the floor!" the attendant nurse said to the other nurses, who tried to position Louis into a favorable state.

Julia looked at her child, "Wow..." she sighed, "if I were not informed about babies and such, I wouldn't believe this slimy thing is a child."

Once Louis came back to his senses, he abruptly stood up to gaze at the child they had both conceived.

"Darling, she's beautiful," Louis said, his smile bright with glee. "She has your luscious rosy lips." He planted a soft kiss onto Julia's forehead and continued to look at their child.

"Can you believe it? She barely cried. This one's a special one, Louis," she said, softly stroking her child's bare head."What should we name her?"

"Amereeca!" he said at once.

"Merlin's beard! Are you out of your wit?" she exclaimed in protest.

"Ha! It reminds me of good 'ol America,"he said proudly.

"You're naming our child after a damned continent! Think, Louis, think!" Julia scolded.

"How about...Parsnip?"

With a lift of her eyebrow, she replied, "A vegetable? You're planning to name our child after a vegetable? She will be teased by the Slytherins! You know them! They're a bad bunch, those."

"Then what do you suggest, love?"

"Something with an "L" to match Lovegood. Definitely not Louise. That reminds me of some sound you make with your left nostril...Hm...Luna?"

"Luna?..." Louis repeated slowly.

"Luna Rose Lovegood," proclaimed Julia.

"Darling, I love it."

I am currently twenty five years of age.

"Have another jug, Luna!" Ron urged on!

"What if I get drunk?" asked Luna serenely.

"What's the point of drinking, if you don't?"

"I think she had enough, Ron. We don't want her to be overly whoosed on the day of her birthday," Harry warned.

"Where's the fun, if you-"

"Can't enjoy doing what you want to do on the day of your birthday?" Oliver interrupted Ron before he could finish his sentence. He cast Ron a hinting look. One that is often read as, "If you don't stop, I'll blast your arse."

"Alright. Alright. Butterbeer then, Luna?" Ron offered.

"No thanks, but I would love a piece of cake," she replied, her eyes creasing into a smile.

Harry grabbed the carving knife and cut Luna another piece of cake, and placed it onto a white dessert plate.

"There you go," he said, placing the plate in front of Luna.

"Thanks, Harry!" she said brightly.

"Would you want milk with that?" he asked in a jokingly tone.

"I'm no child, Harry," she laughed. "Though, thanks for the offer."

Their eyes met for a moment. Luna's silvery eyes met his pools of green. She smiled even more, but Harry looked away and preoccupied himself by fetching the guitar from its case.

"So what's in the making for the next song?" Oliver asked, his voice muffled from the piece of cake helped himself to.

"Oh yes! It love the message it sends out," she said.

As she spoke, Ron sneaked himself a rather large piece of cake. That was his fifth plate that night. While turning around, absent-mindedly Ron collided into Harry, who held his acoustic guitar on its front side, making the piece of cake squish through the guitar strings and into the guitar.

"RON!" Harry yelped, wiping off the residue of cake on his sweater.

Oliver and Luna were completely oblivious to what has happened. Luna carefully examines the situation, and with a late delay, she laughs. She turned to face Oliver, who questioned if the song was going to be easily written. With a smile, she replied, "Piece of cake!"

In the background Harry and Ron are bickering.

"CLEAN IT UP!"

"But..but!"

"NOW, RON!"

I have attended Hogwarts School of Magic.

"Loony Lovegooooddd!" screeched a batch of Slytherins, who passed by in their green and silver attire.

It's your last day. After this. After the graduation, life will truly begin.

She straightened her blue and gold robes, which were crisp and clean. Her hair was much more longer, but nicely kept. It was no longer straggly, but still had its wavy volume to it. Her eyes were more protuberant, and dreamier than ever. Whenever she would gaze at some random person she had met on the street, some would think she has just awoke from a relaxing night's sleep. She still gave off that aura of distant dottiness, which seemed to alert some of the other students to stay away. Her theories were still strange but somewhat logical. In the sense, if you were talking to a tree, and a mandrake; or perhaps a wall, for that matter. There was no wand stuck behind her left ear for safe keeping. Instead it was kept within the inner pockets of her graduation robe.

It was time. The students were gathering at the center point of the courtyard. Luna positioned herself to where Professor McGonagall had placed her. Headmaster Dumbledore waves his wand through the air, and the platform, where the graduating class of 1998, hoisted into the air and hovered above proud parents. Sniffles and whoots of happiness could be heard as they cheered on. Headmaster Dumbledore called up most of his students. It finally came to Luna Lovegood.

"Luna Lovegood!"

A blustering applause broke out from the crowd below.

"LUNA!! THAT'S MY DAUGTHER LUNA!!! SHE'S GRADUATING!" yelled Louis Lovegood proudly.

Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, the rest of the Weasley family, Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom cheered on. Slytherins glared malignly at the loud bunch.

Luna smiled and waved at them.

This is it. This is the moment that will be cherished.

I live in London, and in flat shared with the band members of Who Still Lives. Who Still Lives, is a band I was invited to join. I write music and I sing back-up. Harry wanted me to join. Because of that, I did.

"Luna, I need to talk to you."

"What is it, Harry? Why do you look so grief stricken?"

He replied, "My parents..." his voice faded away, but gained its volume once he said, "they were killed."

Luna froze, staring at him. Her heart swelled. His hands were shaking. This was hard for him.

"Harry, I'm terribly sorry," Luna said softly, like a caressing whisper.

As if she did not say a word, he continued, "They were killed by Voldemort. A lead singer of my dad's rivaling band." His voice was unsteady. It lost its boldness. He was weeping. He abruptly grabbed Luna and wrapped his arms around her. She was locked in his embrace for a moment.

She wrapped her arms around him as well, and gently stroke his back.

"Luna," he whisper, almost inaudibly, "will you join my band? It's bloody ridiculous to even ask. I even questioned myself this. But will you?"

"Sure, Harry. I will."