Yes, yes, I know that this idea is cliché, but I thought that it sounded
like fun, so I did it anyway. I'm planning on doing about two or three
songs a chapter, but I started this one with only one because it's the
beginning. There will be different songs from different musicals, but
there's a plot going through this. Ok, well, read on!
Disclaimer: all Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowlings.
Harry Potter and the Curse of the Musicals
~`~`~`~`~ Chapter 1 ~`~`~`~`~
Somewhere, in the dark recesses of Hogsmeade, a figure wearing a dark cloak stepped out from the shadows. He approached a small pub that had an old sign with faded words reading "The Hog's Head." He sat himself down at the bar and ordered a drink. After finishing his rather large glass of Ogden's Firewhisky, he paid the bartender. He stood to leave and looked out at the silhouette of Hogwarts castle. He had to get there.
He pulled his cloak about him closer and began to walk in the direction of the Wizarding School. As he went, a strange melody seemed to float out from nowhere and enveloped him. He smiled grimly and let his hood fall from him and exposing his face. He looked about at the wind, almost seeing the notes twirling around him. He whispered something incomprehensible to the music and it moved away for the direction of the castle. Smiling again, he began to sing along with the music. No words, just notes.
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Far off in the castle of Hogwarts, at the exact same moment as the man was singing, a girl in the sixth year dormitories sat straight up. She looked around. She was sure that she could hear someone singing. Someone nearby, and yet far away too. Confused, she lay back down and fell back to sleep.
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The man saw her, saw her awake and look around. Saw her try to make sense of what she heard. He smiled and focused on her. He looked about to make sure no one could see him. He took a deep breath and said his curse. "Brava Musica Eterne." He smiled one last time, and continued on his trek to the castle. It would only be a matter of time before his plan would take effect. By the time morning came everything would begin. He kept walking as he sang, knowing that his voice was infiltrating the girl's dreams. It was only a matter of time...
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"Come on, Hermione, wake up."
Someone was pulling on her sleeve and pushing her around. She groaned and opened her eyes. "What is it?"
The morning had come and an anxious Lavender Brown was trying to rouse her dorm-mate. The day had only just begun, but already everyone could sense that something was different than yesterday. All Lavender wanted was for Hermione to wake up and explain the strange feeling that was emanating from the school.
"Fine, I'm up, I'm up," Hermione said sleepily. She sat up in her bed quickly and felt like falling right back down and covering her head with her covers.
"What happened?"
Hermione, too, could feel the stifling magic that was surrounding everything and filled the air. She didn't know what exactly to make of it, but it eventually seemed to dissipate a little as she woke.
Lavender looked around uncertainly with her hands on her hips. "I don't know. I was hoping that you could explain it. It feels odd, you know? And you're Little Miss Know-It-All, so I thought that you could explain it."
She looked about with a puzzled frown. "I can't make sense of it, but it reminds me of a dream I had. Last night. I was sure that I had this same feeling." She shrugged her shoulders. "Ah, well, it's probably just some fluke. Come on, let's go to breakfast.
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At breakfast, everyone was talking in hushed tones about the strange new feeling the castle seemed to create. Hermione made her way to her seat beside her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"Good morning," she said to them cheerfully. "Did you sleep well?"
They only nodded in response for their mouths were too full of food to speak properly. Hermione smiled at them and began to dish up for herself.
"Potions first thing today," Ron said to them as soon as his mouth was emptied of food. "Double. With Slytherins. Pity."
Both Harry and Hermione groaned as they pulled out their timetables for confirmation. "Damn. Seeing Malfoy so early in the morning can't be good for one's health," Harry said bitterly as he finished off his eggs.
Hermione sympathized, but found herself looking forward to the class. Sure, Snape was rude and Malfoy was callous and the Slytherins liked nothing better than to humiliate her, but Potions was a good thing to learn. And she really wanted to master it, just as she had mastered all of her other classes.
Once they had all finished their breakfasts, they headed off to the dungeons for class. And that was when things really began to get strange.
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"Today we shall be making a simple sleeping draught, something that you should all be familiar with. I expect nothing less than perfection. The instructions are on the board." Snape pointed to a board behind him and a list of directions seemed to materialize from within the board. "You have one hour." He retreated to his desk and began to mark papers.
The class hurried to get their supplies and cauldrons all set up to make it by the deadline. Of course, barely ten minutes into the class, Neville Longbottom's cauldron exploded and showered the class with his potion. Luckily, it was hardly more than lavender-water. After Snape sent off two of the students who had been a bit scalded to the hospital wing, he rounded on Neville.
"Stupid boy!" he cried. "If you want to make a potion you have to ..." All of a sudden, music flowed into the room as Snape was talking. "You have to be gentle, confident, precise." The music started up full blast and a terribly confused Professor began to sing.
"Doin' Potions
Doin' Potions
Oh, it sets your senses in a whirl.
Doin' Potions
Doin' Potions
Watching all the fumes unfurl."
Snape moved about the room to settle himself between two surprised students and proceeded to wave about his wand.
"Oh it's fun to cast a spell and wave a wand,
Or undo a Dark Arts bond,
But you'll find it's twice as sportin'
Doin' Potions."
He moved over beside Neville again and looked at him condescendingly.
"Oh, there's lots of things you gotta know,
Be sure the fire temp. is low.
You step on up and raise your hand.
Let me tell you fellas that it's grand.
You sit and watch a little while,
You find you've got a half a smile.
You stir it up and move away
And then the strategy comes into play."
He walked over to the front of the room and looked at them all through narrowed eyes. Everyone could tell that he had no idea why he was singing.
"Doin' Potions
Doin' Potions
If you find it hard to be precise
Doin' Potions
Doin' Potions
Here's a little Educational advice.
Chop it up and put it to the side
Leave it be or you will surely die
That is what's known as important
Doin' Potions."
Now the class found that they were somehow being used by the same force as what was making Snape sing. Neville raised his hand.
"What about boxing?" he asked.
"With lots of toxins?" Snape continued, though his eyes showed how confused he was.
"Yeah."
"And you're longing just to throw a case."
Now Pansy Parkinson raised her hand. "What about shaking?"
"And absolutely faking?" interrupted Malfoy.
Harry looked around uneasily. "Uh, suppose it up and splashes your face?"
Snape continued his little song.
"Just remember if it starts to reek,
Just go and give it another week.
Pretty soon it's all in motion
Doin' Potions."
The Professor began to climb up onto his deck and started to waltz around as he sang.
"Doin Potions," he sang.
"Doin' Potions!" the class echoed.
"At an assembly or presentation.
Doin' Potions
You'll impress me with your education."
"You mean, everybody knows how to do potions?" Dean Thomas asked.
"Uh-huh," said Snape.
"It's how a real party's set in motion.
It should build up your devotion
Doin' Potions."
The whole class began to dance around for a few minutes as the music continued.
Finally, as the music slowed down a bit, the class began to yell.
"Keep your charmin'
And transfigurin'
And defensin'
And divinin'
And plantin'
'Cause we're doin' Potions!"
The music stopped and everyone stared at their professor. Needless to say, he was as stunned as they were with his impromptu performance. He turned on them with narrowed eyes. "If I hear about any of you telling anybody what just happened here, I will be sure to have you expelled! Class dismissed!" He swept out of the room with a dramatic swish of his cloak.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked to no one in particular.
The class shrugged and filed out of the classroom.
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Ok, so there's the first chapter. Did you know what song that was? It was my variation on "Goin' Co'tin" from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. OH, and if you read this, I'd like to ask you to please read my other story. It's called "A Time to Remember." Well, please review!
Disclaimer: all Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowlings.
Harry Potter and the Curse of the Musicals
~`~`~`~`~ Chapter 1 ~`~`~`~`~
Somewhere, in the dark recesses of Hogsmeade, a figure wearing a dark cloak stepped out from the shadows. He approached a small pub that had an old sign with faded words reading "The Hog's Head." He sat himself down at the bar and ordered a drink. After finishing his rather large glass of Ogden's Firewhisky, he paid the bartender. He stood to leave and looked out at the silhouette of Hogwarts castle. He had to get there.
He pulled his cloak about him closer and began to walk in the direction of the Wizarding School. As he went, a strange melody seemed to float out from nowhere and enveloped him. He smiled grimly and let his hood fall from him and exposing his face. He looked about at the wind, almost seeing the notes twirling around him. He whispered something incomprehensible to the music and it moved away for the direction of the castle. Smiling again, he began to sing along with the music. No words, just notes.
~`~`~`~`~
Far off in the castle of Hogwarts, at the exact same moment as the man was singing, a girl in the sixth year dormitories sat straight up. She looked around. She was sure that she could hear someone singing. Someone nearby, and yet far away too. Confused, she lay back down and fell back to sleep.
~`~`~`~`~
The man saw her, saw her awake and look around. Saw her try to make sense of what she heard. He smiled and focused on her. He looked about to make sure no one could see him. He took a deep breath and said his curse. "Brava Musica Eterne." He smiled one last time, and continued on his trek to the castle. It would only be a matter of time before his plan would take effect. By the time morning came everything would begin. He kept walking as he sang, knowing that his voice was infiltrating the girl's dreams. It was only a matter of time...
~`~`~`~`~
"Come on, Hermione, wake up."
Someone was pulling on her sleeve and pushing her around. She groaned and opened her eyes. "What is it?"
The morning had come and an anxious Lavender Brown was trying to rouse her dorm-mate. The day had only just begun, but already everyone could sense that something was different than yesterday. All Lavender wanted was for Hermione to wake up and explain the strange feeling that was emanating from the school.
"Fine, I'm up, I'm up," Hermione said sleepily. She sat up in her bed quickly and felt like falling right back down and covering her head with her covers.
"What happened?"
Hermione, too, could feel the stifling magic that was surrounding everything and filled the air. She didn't know what exactly to make of it, but it eventually seemed to dissipate a little as she woke.
Lavender looked around uncertainly with her hands on her hips. "I don't know. I was hoping that you could explain it. It feels odd, you know? And you're Little Miss Know-It-All, so I thought that you could explain it."
She looked about with a puzzled frown. "I can't make sense of it, but it reminds me of a dream I had. Last night. I was sure that I had this same feeling." She shrugged her shoulders. "Ah, well, it's probably just some fluke. Come on, let's go to breakfast.
~`~`~`~`~
At breakfast, everyone was talking in hushed tones about the strange new feeling the castle seemed to create. Hermione made her way to her seat beside her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"Good morning," she said to them cheerfully. "Did you sleep well?"
They only nodded in response for their mouths were too full of food to speak properly. Hermione smiled at them and began to dish up for herself.
"Potions first thing today," Ron said to them as soon as his mouth was emptied of food. "Double. With Slytherins. Pity."
Both Harry and Hermione groaned as they pulled out their timetables for confirmation. "Damn. Seeing Malfoy so early in the morning can't be good for one's health," Harry said bitterly as he finished off his eggs.
Hermione sympathized, but found herself looking forward to the class. Sure, Snape was rude and Malfoy was callous and the Slytherins liked nothing better than to humiliate her, but Potions was a good thing to learn. And she really wanted to master it, just as she had mastered all of her other classes.
Once they had all finished their breakfasts, they headed off to the dungeons for class. And that was when things really began to get strange.
~`~`~`~`~
"Today we shall be making a simple sleeping draught, something that you should all be familiar with. I expect nothing less than perfection. The instructions are on the board." Snape pointed to a board behind him and a list of directions seemed to materialize from within the board. "You have one hour." He retreated to his desk and began to mark papers.
The class hurried to get their supplies and cauldrons all set up to make it by the deadline. Of course, barely ten minutes into the class, Neville Longbottom's cauldron exploded and showered the class with his potion. Luckily, it was hardly more than lavender-water. After Snape sent off two of the students who had been a bit scalded to the hospital wing, he rounded on Neville.
"Stupid boy!" he cried. "If you want to make a potion you have to ..." All of a sudden, music flowed into the room as Snape was talking. "You have to be gentle, confident, precise." The music started up full blast and a terribly confused Professor began to sing.
"Doin' Potions
Doin' Potions
Oh, it sets your senses in a whirl.
Doin' Potions
Doin' Potions
Watching all the fumes unfurl."
Snape moved about the room to settle himself between two surprised students and proceeded to wave about his wand.
"Oh it's fun to cast a spell and wave a wand,
Or undo a Dark Arts bond,
But you'll find it's twice as sportin'
Doin' Potions."
He moved over beside Neville again and looked at him condescendingly.
"Oh, there's lots of things you gotta know,
Be sure the fire temp. is low.
You step on up and raise your hand.
Let me tell you fellas that it's grand.
You sit and watch a little while,
You find you've got a half a smile.
You stir it up and move away
And then the strategy comes into play."
He walked over to the front of the room and looked at them all through narrowed eyes. Everyone could tell that he had no idea why he was singing.
"Doin' Potions
Doin' Potions
If you find it hard to be precise
Doin' Potions
Doin' Potions
Here's a little Educational advice.
Chop it up and put it to the side
Leave it be or you will surely die
That is what's known as important
Doin' Potions."
Now the class found that they were somehow being used by the same force as what was making Snape sing. Neville raised his hand.
"What about boxing?" he asked.
"With lots of toxins?" Snape continued, though his eyes showed how confused he was.
"Yeah."
"And you're longing just to throw a case."
Now Pansy Parkinson raised her hand. "What about shaking?"
"And absolutely faking?" interrupted Malfoy.
Harry looked around uneasily. "Uh, suppose it up and splashes your face?"
Snape continued his little song.
"Just remember if it starts to reek,
Just go and give it another week.
Pretty soon it's all in motion
Doin' Potions."
The Professor began to climb up onto his deck and started to waltz around as he sang.
"Doin Potions," he sang.
"Doin' Potions!" the class echoed.
"At an assembly or presentation.
Doin' Potions
You'll impress me with your education."
"You mean, everybody knows how to do potions?" Dean Thomas asked.
"Uh-huh," said Snape.
"It's how a real party's set in motion.
It should build up your devotion
Doin' Potions."
The whole class began to dance around for a few minutes as the music continued.
Finally, as the music slowed down a bit, the class began to yell.
"Keep your charmin'
And transfigurin'
And defensin'
And divinin'
And plantin'
'Cause we're doin' Potions!"
The music stopped and everyone stared at their professor. Needless to say, he was as stunned as they were with his impromptu performance. He turned on them with narrowed eyes. "If I hear about any of you telling anybody what just happened here, I will be sure to have you expelled! Class dismissed!" He swept out of the room with a dramatic swish of his cloak.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked to no one in particular.
The class shrugged and filed out of the classroom.
~`~`~`~`~
Ok, so there's the first chapter. Did you know what song that was? It was my variation on "Goin' Co'tin" from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. OH, and if you read this, I'd like to ask you to please read my other story. It's called "A Time to Remember." Well, please review!