A/N: Hey, y'all! This fic was originally "Harry Potter and the Sound of Music." I tweaked it a little bit, and I hope you enjoy it! Woo-hoo!

The original intent for this fic wasn't for it to be a parody, but it does make fun of Harry Potter a bit…good, clean fun, though, I promise!

Oh, it's pre-HBP…like, I started it before I knew anything about book 6.

Summary: Harry and his friends start a band, even though Voldemort's trying to take over the world. Fluffy romantic scenes, Lots of Humor and Fun, and Not much plot. Read and Review!

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to the very creative mind of J.K. Rowling. Thanks, Jo!

Much Ado about Music

An Fan Fiction by suckr4romance

Part One: An Idea

Harry Potter stared into his plate of roast and potatoes at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall with a blank expression on his face. All of his fellow Gryffindors had already finished eating and were up in the common room, but Harry had no intention of joining them right now. For a sixteen-year-old boy, he had quite a bit on his mind, and it was not necessarily about girls. He was no ordinary boy, to put it lightly. The scar on his forehead told the story.

Many years ago, when he was merely one year old, he had dodged a killing curse and drained the Dark Lord Voldemort of his power. For eleven years after that, he had gone on without knowing anything of his infamous past, until a half-giant came to fetch him and bring him into a whole other world he would never have thought possible, filled with spells, potions, and broomsticks. Nearing the end of his first year at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry managed to once again escape Voldemort, and even again in his second year, when Voldemort's school-aged self attacked his best friend's little sister.

Harry's third year at Hogwarts went by without much fuss, save his finding out the man who was believed to be responsible for the murder of his parents was, in fact, innocent. All would have been at peace after that, had not a servant of Lord Voldemort slipped from their grasp that same night of revelation. If only Wormtail had not fled…then, Voldemort would not have regained his power. Unfortunately, with the help of an insider at Hogwarts, he did. Therefore the entire world Harry had come to know and love was in a state of silent panic, waiting for Voldemort's next move… (A/N: Kind of Star Wars-ish, huh?)

"Harry? Are you all right?" A familiar, dreamy voice came from behind Harry, interrupting his thoughts. It was Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw and new friend of Harry's.

"Hullo, Luna," Harry said wearily. After all, his mind was still on other, quite upsetting things. "I'm fine. Just a bit depressed, I suppose."

"Oh…I understand. Are you thinking of him again?" Luna seemed to regret what she said as Harry's eyes turned sadly to his plate again. He hadn't even thought about Sirius, not for quite some time. He had even failed in talking about it with Ron and Hermione. "I'm sorry, Harry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"S'all right," Harry said, not wanting Luna to feel sad. It wasn't her fault that Sirius had died. Actually, she had a knack for making him feel better about it. She smiled at him, apparently content with his reassurance. He sensed a strange tingle inside his chest. There it was: that feeling he always felt solely around her. He had become aware of it last school year, when he and Luna shared that conversation during the end-of-year feast.

Harry glanced around the Hall and saw that he and Luna were the only ones there, except for a couple Slytherins and a Hufflepuff. Although he did not want to face the rest of his house any time soon, he knew he'd better go up to Gryffindor tower before Hermione sent out a search party, "Well, I'll see you around, Luna."

"Yes. I hope you feel better, Harry. Goodnight," she and Harry exited the Great Hall and went their separate ways. As Harry made his path up the marble staircase, he couldn't help but think of how her smile had caused that weird jolt in his stomach.

Harry slumped into his favorite armchair in the Gryffindor common room ten minutes later, completely bored. Ron looked up at him from his game of Exploding Snap and said, "What's eating you, Harry? Looks like you just swallowed a Blast-Ended Skrewt."

"We need something…something to keep our minds off…certain things."

"Well, Harry," Hermione said, stroking Crookshanks, "what do you suppose we should do?"

"I dunno." Harry thought for a few minutes. Just then, someone in the common room interrupted Harry's concentration by putting on the Wizarding Wireless Network, which was currently playing a song from the ever-popular Weird Sisters. "Hey, maybe we could start a band!"

"Great idea, Harry!" exclaimed Ron.

"Yeah," said Ginny, who was bent over her Transfiguration homework, "All we need is a name. Any ideas?"

"How about Ron and the Weasels?" asked Ron.

"It's even worse than spew," said Harry.

"Excuse me! It's the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare, and—" started Hermione, annoyed.

"He's right, Ron," interrupted Ginny, consequently stopping Hermione's ranting, much to everyone's delight. "Why don't we call ourselves 'Lumos Maxima'?"

"Okay…" agreed Ron.

Hermione piped up, "I have one question before we begin planning concerts. Do any of you actually play an instrument?"

"I, well…"

"Er…" Harry frowned. He hadn't thought much about that minor detail.

"I play an instrument," said Ginny. "It's the bass guitar. I picked it up from Dad's Muggle artifacts."

"So all we've got is a bass player," said Hermione, "and a keyboardist, because I learned to play the piano before I learned I would be going to Hogwarts."

"I think I could do lead guitar," Harry offered. "I've heard Dudley play his. If he can do it, anyone can," he grinned.

"And maybe I can be the person with those sticks that beats on those cylinder things. You know, with the name of the band on the biggest one," Ron said excitedly.

"They're called drums, Ron," Hermione informed him.

"Oh…"

"Well, I reckon we need to get some instruments," said Harry.

Ginny replied, "My bass guitar is in my dormitory. But you three don't have yours with you. How're we going to get them?"

The foursome was thinking about this when Seamus Finnigan climbed through the portrait hole. "Hey, everybody! There's a Hogsmeade trip this weekend!"

"Yes!" said Ron, pumping his fist into the air. "They've got to have some instruments in town."

After an exciting game of chess between Ron and Seamus (Ron winning, of course), everyone went up to his or her respective dormitory. Harry laid awake for quite some time, though, thinking about something that hadn't troubled him for awhile now: the prophecy. He secretly hoped that this new band project would help take his mind off of what was to become of him in the end. But the question was, would Voldemort leave him alone? The vicious tyrant was liable to cross his path (intentionally) again this year. The chances were that he would not, especially since the prophecy had broken…the prophecy! Harry groaned. He had still not told Ron and Hermione about the prophecy, and it was only a matter of time until he couldn't hold it off any longer. And the fact that his only godfather was beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries did not lessen his load at all.

Harry concluded that he might as well catch up on his sleep for the time being, and then he drifted into a pleasant dream involving a straggly-haired Ravenclaw who seemed to be the only person understanding of his pain.

A/N: Okay, the end of the chapter wasn't very parody-ish… Please tell me what you think in a review!