Musical: A Hilarious Love Story

Chapter One: Jobs Needed and Letters Received

I had this idea after being on vacation for twelve days with no internet access. It is a crossover between Harry Potter and The Bartimaeus trilogy, obviously, and for some reason, the characters are putting on the musical Les Miserables. I do not own Bartimaeus, that is Jonathan Stroud, nor do I own Harry Potter. This is J. K. Rowling. I own nothing of Les Mes, just to make that clear.

Now, if that is over, I would like to present Musical, A Hilarious Love Story.

Nathaniel was not happy. He sat in his office, thinking, always thinking. Lately, Jane Farrar had gained the upper hand when it came to the Prime Minister. He liked her more, because of her 'interest' in the theatre. She actually didn't fancy it much (Nathaniel knew this for a fact), but instead just accepted it, and went along with it to seem better.

Unfortunately, Nathaniel had tried this and failed. He was no good, really, and he never really wanted to try to make himself any better.

But now, that had to change. If it didn't, he might lose favor with the PM, and that would be bad news. VERY bad news. So, to get back in favor with the Prime Minister, he agreed to start showing more of an interest in theatre. He would join into a play group. He had found one, looking for people to audition for the play Les Miserables.

But he was not going to endure this torture alone. There was simply no way.

So, to share his miserableness with SOMEONE, he summoned his least favorite Djinni, Bartimaeus.

Well, maybe least favorite was a bit rude, but you have someone who could kill you if he wished around and see how YOU like it. It was nerve wracking. Nathaniel put up with this by making it worse for the demon.

As he was... right then.

When he stepped into the pentacle, Nathaniel should have stopped right then. He had no idea what he was getting into. But, being a magician, sometimes bad ideas looked like good ideas to him. This happened a lot of times. Getting back at Lovelace? Seemed like a great idea. Going after the Resistance for his own petty revenge? Brilliant!

That was why he summoned Bartimaeus that day.

When Bartimaeus materialized into the pentacle, he took the form of a billowy, smoky cloud that occasionally let out small lightning bolts and rain into the pentacle. It all seemed a bit showy to the boy, but maybe that was what led him to do what he did next. The showyness led him to believe that letting a djinni do theatre would work out any other way than how it did. (Terribly. Actually, worse than that, but you'll see that later.)

"Nathaniel."

"Bartimaeus, I charge you to accompany me to be a part of the theatre production that I will soon be taking a part in. You are to try out, attend rehearsals, and do all other things that are part of being in the play."

Bartimaeus glared, with a look that read: "Are you KIDDING ME?" Nathaniel would have shrunk back against the barriers, but he remained strong and sure of what he was doing. He and Bartimaeus would have to do this, and it would gain back respect from the Prime Minister. All good on paper, in theory. When you actually try to accomplish anything with a plan like that, things turn out a bit... unexpected.

"May I ask why?"

"Because the Prime Minister approves of theatre. To win his favor, I will be in a production."

"Why must I be part of it, then?"

"Because I don't want to suffer alone."

Bartimaeus laughed. "Oh well, okay. Fine. But you HAVE to dismiss me afterwards."

"As always, of course..."

The demon nodded. "When do we start?"

In the other part of town, Kitty Jones was plotting. There had been a few close calls with people who might have discovered who she was; a past member of the Resistance. Even though she had changed her name (Twice) and cut her hair, she still resembled the former Kitty Jones, and people who didn't know her as Clara Brown or Lizzie Temple might suspect...

She realized what she had to do. She had to get more people to know her, for more of a back story. She had come out of no where. But if people- just a few people- knew her as someone else, well then maybe she wouldn't get so much suspicion.

After thinking about it for a while, she figured out that she should go into a small theatre production. After looking for a while, she found one; Les Miserables. It was a very small production, with auditions the next week. She agreed to be a part of it as Lizzie Temple. It would be terrible, but at least it might help her not be suspected...

Hermione and the other Muggle Studies students were not amused. Their field trip that they had been planning since the year before was canceled, simply because not enough wizards from the class wanted to be a part of the muggle world's theater.

Hermione did.

She trudged off to lunch, and sat down at the Gryffindor table with Harry and Ron. They saw her bad mood, and cautiously asked her if she was okay.

"No! My chance to be a part of the Muggle Theatre is ruined! Just because only three wizards wanted to go... Urrrgghh!"

"Well, how many did you need?"

"At least six!"

"Six? Well, then... Maybe Ron and I can help with that."

"You would DO that for me?"

"Of course, Hermione!"

"Wait, Harry, I'm not sure if I want to be a part of-"

Harry dug his elbow into Ron's side, shutting him up. Hermione grinned and hugged Harry and Ron close to her.

"Now we just need to find one more person willing to be a part of the muggle theatre!"

"One more person... now, who will that be?"

At the Slytherin table, Draco received a letter by owl. He opened it, groaned, and muttered under his breath

"Wait until my father hears about THIS."

He was going to have to be a part of muggle theatre. He had received a letter from his mother, saying that he was far, far from good enough in school, and that he needed to get some extra credit to save his bad grades. And that she had found some: Muggle Studies was taking a field trip to be a part of muggle theatre. They got out of all classes from then till January, when the play was over.

And he had to be in it. He had to join in with MUGGLES in Theatre. And that was probably the worst thing that had ever happened to him!

But to make his mother happy... Maybe. He might. He would. He would join the Muggle Theatre.

But he was NOT happy about it.

Edit: So, I noticed some bits that didn't really fit, such as the Resistance still being in order after the second book, where this is set... So, I fixed it. Hope it's better now.