All the characters are pretty much out of character, but overall this is a very. . . hmm. . interest piece of work. Ahh. . . it's a opera based on the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's (Philosopher's) stone.
A man walks down the street, in a nice perfect neighborhood, with all the houses alike, all in a row. He uses what looks like a cigarette lighter to turn off the lights. Then goes to a brick fence, where a black cat is sitting attentively.
Dumbledore:
Hello, my dear Minerva.
What a pleasant surprise to see you here!
After the deed is done,
Would you like to go get a beer?
McGonagall:
Nevermind that, is it true?
What are we going to do?
Is You Know Who
Really through?
Dumbledore:
True it is,
Lily and James are dead.
Voldemort has been defeated,
Leaving a scar on Harry's head.
They look up, at the sound of a distant rumbling, and step back, as a gigantic motorcycle lands, with a gigantic man sitting on top, with a little bundle in his hands.
Hagrid:
Sorry I arrived so late,
The Potter's house was a mess,
Had a bit of trouble,
Looking through the rubble.
Mcgonagall:
Oh really, Excuses, Excuses.
Now Hagrid, where'd you get that bike?
From Ray, or perhaps Mike?
Hagrid:
Sirius Black, that little slack.
Gave to me at the Potter's Shack.
Must give it back,
Or I'll receive a whack.
Dumbledore:
Hush, Shush,
Or they'll find out!
Quick, bring him to the steps,
Before anyone shouts.
McGonagall:
Sheesh, fine than,
Drop him off,
Like an unwanted pup.
Now leave me alone, so I can scoff.
The three adults set Harry down, staring after him, with sadness in their eyes.
Hagrid:
Well, that's done.
Let's go to the pub!
Before one.
Or we can hop in the tub!
McGonagall:
Er. . . Not the tub,
Thank you very much.
I've got to er. . . plant some shrubs.
A/N hee hee, okay, this is totally stupid. What can I say? I'm at my grandma's house and Totally bored.