I was listening to my MP3 player which I've had for… 4 years now, anyways; I got this crazy idea of 4 kids in a band playing music in the Great Hall. The more I listened to my MP3 the more the ideas developed and after about 20 songs, I had a full-blown story, complete with plot, characters, and other shenanigans. So I typed it up and here it is.

I will only put this up once so deal with it:

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. BUT I DO OWN MY OC'S SO HA!

~The Beginning~

Alysson Johnson was an insignificant Gryffindor, she was nothing compared to Lily Evans, and to put her next to the legendary Marauders? If you even thought of comparing her to the Gods of Gryffindor house, hell, Gods of HOGWARTS, hello one-way express ticket to St. Mungo's loony bin. The only special thing about her was that she could sing and play the guitar and that she was a MASTER at Charms, she was just too darn insecure to show her skills.

Jeremy Marx was just another under-appreciated Hufflepuff. He was average in all his classes and such. The only thing he really excelled at was music; he was a skilled violinist and an accomplished drummer. You would think that the two are completely unrelated to each other, and they are; but not to this wacky Hufflepuff. Somehow the two are in direct correlation to each other, well at least in his mind.

Matthew Dennings is just like any other Ravenclaw, smart and bookish. Because of his wealthy parents, he was bestowed with the best, and he hated it. The only thing he really enjoyed receiving was the piano lessons and the books he received. Eventually his parents caught on of course only after many spats, tears (99.9% his mom's), and silent treatments. So he was a master of the keys and quite the scholar.

Jake Rayveer is not your average Slytherin; he couldn't give a flippin' shit for Sir Voldypants (His name for Voldemort in private). He was also a muggleborn. For his six years at Hogwarts; he kept that little fact a secret, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it to the Hogwarts population. He played the bass guitar when he was bored and when he was younger, he used to play the harmonica, a skill which he has taken up again and perfected over the years.

These four have very little in common with each other, yet after only a few minutes together on a brutal December day, they forged a friendship that could rival the Marauders.

Want to know the story?

Surprisingly, it started with a brownie…

Alysson was munching on a bread roll when dessert appeared; she waited to finish her bread before she began to serve herself.

She reached for the last brownie when, SNATCH.

It was gone, stolen, taken by a heartless man-beast that dared to deprive her of a chocolate square-rectangle like shaped piece of heaven.

Needless to say, Alysson was mad.

Her eyes narrowed and a small growl came from her throat, just then more brownies popped up. She brightened immediately. She grabbed two and began to happily munch on one of the brownies.

She had just finished the first when a hand snatched her other, the effect was instantaneous, she growled and turned in the direction of the thief. It was a tiny second year.

"Why did you steal my brownie?" Alysson growled.

"Erm- well… you see I..." the second year stammered, terrified by the look on her face.

"You already had one," they said, getting quieter and shrinking back with each word.

"I will forgive you this time, but if it happens again…" Alysson trailed off, fingering her wand.

The second year nodded frantically and Alysson got up and stormed off, fuming at the little brat's thievery.

Hold it Alysson, hold everything. They were a second year. They were ignorant of your love for the school's brownies. They stole your brownie off your plate for NO GOD DANG REASON! WHY THE HELL DID THEY DO THAT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM?

Alysson's thoughts ran rampant through her mind, going from calm and reasonable to rash and murderous.

She plopped herself down in an unused classroom which Hogwarts had a surplus of, and took out her wand. She transfigured a piece of chalk into a guitar and she began to randomly play a tune. She played for about five minutes when a boy popped his head through the doorway and asked,

"Is that you playing?"

Alysson raised an eyebrow.

"Er- I'll take that as yes."

He sat down next to her and extended a hand. She cautiously shook it.

"My name's Jeremy. Jeremy Marx. I'm a Hufflepuff. And all those people saying we're a load of duffers are idiots. You play guitar really well, you know that right? So who are you?" he said, smiling brightly the whole time.

"My name's Alysson Johnson and I'm a Gryffindor. Do you play?" she asked, gesturing to the guitar in her hands.

"Yeah! Well, I play an instrument, just not a guitar," he said.

"What do you play?"

"I play drums and the violin."

"Oh. Wait; did you say drums and violin?"

"Yup!"

"Okaaayyyyy."

"Do you want to play together? Like, instrument wise?" Jeremy suddenly asked.

"Sure?" Alysson asked, not entirely sure what the heck was going on.

Jeremy pulled out a tiny violin case; he made it larger and then began to tune his instrument. When he was done, he looked expectantly at Alysson.

"What?" she asked.

"What are we playing?"

"Um… whatever sounds good I guess," she replied shrugging.

And so they played, the notes twisting and turning, always changing, the two instruments sounded good together, whether it was the actual instruments or the players that made it so, the two had no idea, they just played.

They came to an abrupt stop when a new sound joined them, it was a piano. Wait… a piano?

The two looked up to see a boy sitting at a baby grand piano, looking at them with a small smile and a raised eyebrow.

"I thought we were playing music, but if not then-"

"We were, are but who are you?" Alysson asked, getting over the initial shock.

"I'm Matthew Dennings, Ravenclaw if it matters to you. Who are you?" he asked the small smile still on his face.

"I'm Alysson Johnson, Gryffindor."

"I'm Jeremy Marx, Hufflepuff."

"And I'm Jake Rayveer. Slytherin, bass player and harmonica blower, anti- evil squad, and essentially, a muggleborn incognito," a tall boy said walking in, a smirk gracing his features.

"Incognito huh? What's your cover then?" Jeremy asked, dislike in his voice.

"To the Slytherin population, I'm a half-blood with priority issues and no respect for the snotty Junior Death Eaters," he said, pulling out a small harmonica.

Alysson shrugged.

"Good enough for me."

And they began to play, the instruments so different, yet so alike. The notes painted different pictures to who ever listened. One minute the music was lively and another it was slow and haunting.

The notes drifted through the castle, everyone pausing to listen to the music at least once.

It seeped through the cracks of the castle; reaching every dark corner and lighting up every gloomy room.

When the music ended, life moved on, the only remaining evidence that the music ever played was the four students sitting in the abandoned classroom.

"So… tomorrow, same time?"

~X~X~X~X~X~

There's the first chapter! Now I'm going to explain a few things here:

The band will be playing popular music like Journey, Katy Perry, The Who; but every once in a while I'll stick in an Oldie.

The performances will have some "special effects"

There will be plot to this, so there will be some "filler" chapters.

I might, MIGHT bring in the Marauders seeing as this is their time period.

And…

I will take song requests if I can manage it.

Till next time!