Right, so here's another one of my attempts at a fanfic. I /think/ this one may get to be more than one or two chapters gasp It all depends on how many reviews I get :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (or Ron who doesn't appear in this first chapter unfortunately) AND I also do not own Pippin (the musical) that's where I get the lyrics from the songs from. 'Cause Pippin pwns.

Right off the back I'd like to thank the Crazy Caroline for the title of the fanfic (I stink at titles) and she's the one that made me write another fanfic so… claps for Caroline!

The Saga of the Singing Students

Chapter 1.

Harry Potter, you know the boy-who-lived, was stuffed in a small room with all the other first years. Oxygen was running out and the poor first years would soon be lost. There was no means of escape it looked like it was the end. Thankfully Professor McGonagall opened the door and led the first years into the Great Hall where they'd be sorted into one of the four houses.

Professor McGonagall set a four-legged stool down and on top of that placed an old hat that looked like it was about to fall apart if it were not for the patches. Everyone in the Great Hall watched the hat with great interest so Harry decided to do the same, even if it was a bit weird. Much to the older student's surprise it was not the old hat that burst into song but their dear old Headmaster. Yes, Dumbledore had leapt up onto the teacher's table and began to sing. He began softly.

"Join us… leave your fields to flower."

Harry raised an eyebrow. Leave his field to flower? He'd never had a field he never had had 5 cents in his possession. But Dumbledore continued with his song.

"Join us… Leave your cheese to sour."

Behind Harry Neville's face grew pale… he had left cheese hidden in his room. And it /was/ going to sour over the school year, oh how it would smell when he got home.

"Join us… Come and waste an hour or two. Doo-dle-ee-do"

Hermione was beginning to look extremely worried. She poked the poor random student beside her and whispered, "I don't think the headmaster is supposed to tell to waste time." The random student hushed Hermione quickly since Dumbledore had more of his song to perform.

"Journey... Journey to a spot exciting, mystic and exotic."

Several of the older students sitting at the tables laughed they hadn't been to anywhere exciting, mystic, OR exotic. Unless the Forbidden Forrest counted… of course that was forbidden and they wouldn't admit to you that they'd been.

"Journey... Through our anecdotic revue."

Harry glanced around at the other first years, glad that he wasn't the only one with a confused look upon his face, The boy-who-lived then turned his attention back up at the headmaster… maybe Uncle Vernon was right. Maybe this headmaster was just a "crackpot old fool" and maybe they were just going to teach him magic tricks. Oh well, he thought better than being locked under the stairs by the Dursleys.

Dumbledore continued, "We've got magic to do... Just for you" with this he threw a bunch of confetti into the air. The students looked up to watch it fall from the air only to get some of the confounded stuff in their eyes.

"We've got miracle plays to play
We've got parts to perform... Hearts to warm
Kings and things to take by storm
As we go along our way!"

Dumbledore was soon joined by the year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell. He sang in a rather high voice, one you wouldn't normally expect to come from a man,

"Intrigue… Plots to bring disaster."

Quirrell quickly returned to his seat smacking himself on the forehead and mumbling something to himself. Next it was little Professor Flitwick's part.

"Humor... Handled by a master."

And as soon as the tiny teacher sang his part he soon toppled (humorlessly) off of his chair only to appear a few seconds later. While Flitwick was trying to get back up into his chair all the female teachers stood up ('cept McGonagall since she was already standing) and sang,

"Romance... Sex presented pastorally."

At this Hermione nearly fainted. That certainly wasn't something you expected a teacher to say! Yet the teachers kept singing, oblivious to the perplexed students.

"Dee-dle-ee-dee" sang Dumbledore; he did like those dee-dle-ee-dees and doo-dle-ee-dos. Almost as much as he liked lemon drops.

"Illusion... Fantasy to study," Snape belted out.

The students were even more puzzled, who would've thought that the pale Potions Master with face grease would have chosen that to sing. It was now Madam Hooch's turn to sing and sing she did, if one could call it that. Professor of Flying definitely should have stayed silent. Her voice caused most of the windows in the Great Hall to crack.

"Battles… Barbarous and bloody."

The Weasley twins whooped. They definitely wanted Quidditch matches to be more barbarous and bloody. Especially when they played against those evil Slytherins. Though, Madam Pomfrey looked rather scared she already had enough injured students come to the Hospital Wing because of Quidditch.

Dumbledore stepped down from the teachers' table but kept singing,

"Join us... Sit where everybody can see."

The first years, thinking Dumbledore was telling /them/ to sit sat down as one on the steps of the Great Hall. The headmaster shook his head but had no time to correct the silly first years for the chorus was coming up again.

"We've got magic to do… Just for you
We've got miracle plays to play
We've got parts to perform... Hearts to warm
Kings and things to take by storm
As we go along

We got
Magic to do
Just for you, We got
Magic to do
Just for you, We got
Magic to do
Just for you
As we go along
Our way"

There were several repeats of the chorus but at long last the song was done and the teachers bowed happily at the bemused students' clapping. McGonagall cleared her throat and asked the first years to stand up. The hat didn't need to sing this year, though he did look rather smug, perhaps it was he who wrote the song and came up with the choreography for it. Pretty soon the first years were divided up into their houses and happily munching on their scrumptious dinner. It had been a rather strange first night in Hogwarts Castle but it would only get weirder.

face grease- stolen… I mean borrowed from Caroline's (yougotphoned) fanfic!

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