This is a story I wrote for whatgirl003's American Idol contest.

It's my first fan-fic so sorry if it isn't that good.

I own nothing unfortunately.

Enjoy!

It was a boring Saturday for Neville Longbottom. There was a Quiddich game that he didn't want to go to and he had finished his Transfiguration essay the night before. With the rest of the school down at the game watching Hufflepuff verse Ravenclaw he wandered aimlessly around the school waiting for something interesting to happen.

All of a sudden he heard a strange sound coming from one of the empty classrooms. Being bored and curious he decided to check out what was going on. When he opened the door a very strange sight met his eyes. Dean Thomas was standing in the middle of the room dressed like he was straight off the cover of one of those records his strange Uncle Albert had showed him from the 80's. He had a strange jumpsuit on that reminded Neville of a muggle wrestler. He had long silver chains around his neck and he was holding a microphone in his hands.

Dean didn't seem to notice Neville watching because soon the music started up again and a song that seemed strangely familiar to Neville started to play.

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me

Neville couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Dean prance around the room singing the song to what seemed to be an invisible audience.

Mama just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life has just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

All of a sudden background singing came from a group of suits of armor Neville hadn't notice before. Seeing as they had never been any good when they sang their off key Christmas carols in the hallways, they sounded surprisingly good.

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooooooh (Anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

Out of nowhere Dean had a guitar in his hands and he blasted out a huge guitar solo.

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o
I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let me go (Will not let you go)
Let me go (Will not let you go) (Never, never, never, never)
Let me go, o, o, o, o
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go
Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me, for me, for me!

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Neville fumbled in his bag for his camera and found it just in time to see Dean to a spectacular split in the center of the room at the end of his second guitar solo.

(Oooh yeah, Oooh yeah)

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows…

Everything was still for a moment before Dean got up, transfigured his clothes back to normal and walked out the other door to the classroom like nothing had happened.

The hallway was quiet as Neville stood there in shock. Only at Hogwarts Neville thought to himself and he got to the owlry, sending the film away to be developed, only at Hogwarts.