Notes of the Author: This story may contain sexual content if your mind is perverted. This passage may contain brief language, it's English. This fan-fiction writing may contain hilarious content made up partially by me and partially by J.K. Rowling, but maybe not.

It was a dark and gloomy day like most had been for the past week at Hogwarts when suddenly, He-who-must-not-be-named-but-often-is-anyhow-but-who-really-cares, cast a cruel, volatile, spell over the entire school. It was the spell to end all spells, one learned only by the most talented of wizards. It was called "Musica y Danza." It was a terrible spell that forced anyone under its power to randomly burst out into song and occasionally the songs were accompanied by very tasteful background dancing. And so the show began.

The trio waked down the crowded hallways towards potions class. Their aching arms were loaded with books and parchment.

"Why do we have to take all of this junk to class every bloody day?" Ron whined.

"I dunno, but it really is a lot. It hurts my arms." Harry agreed as his books fell to the floor. "There I go again; my aching arms can't even hold anything up these days!"

(To the tune of Numb, by Linkin Park)

"I'm tired and my arms are ach-y
Feeling so helpless lost under the big mess
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of carrying these books
(caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)
Every step I take is another arm bake-ing in two
(caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
My arms have become tired, so much less aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is to carry less and have less to do." Ron's mouth was moving but the song was quite unfamiliar to him. His face was covered with shock and fear.

"What in the world was that?" Hermione questioned. "I mean, I know you're a bit, well, special, Ron, but this is really weird, even for you."

This made Ron very angry. I'm not sure why because he is well, special. But, for some reason, he became very flustered at Hermione's words. His face turned the color of his hair and he shouted, "Hey, it isn't my fault! I don't even like singing! You try not being able to shut-up when some spooky hocus-pocus spell mabob is on you!"

"Right Ron, sure." Hermione muttered nodding her head in mockery.

Finally, the three reached Snape's classroom. When they entered Snape and the rest of the Slytherins stared cruelly at them. There was a look of disgust on the professor's prominent face. "You three are exactly .4271324213111 seconds late. That will cost you one thousand points from Gryffindor." The three moaned. "Each." He added maliciously as they took their seats.

"Today, students, we will be learning a very special spell." Professor Snape said coolly as he headed towards his old tattered desk.

"ABCDEFG…"

"Not that kind of spell, in fact, it isn't really a spell at all because I don't teach spells, I teach potions, I just enjoy seeing that confused look on your faces." Snape snapped. "Today we will be learning and conjuring up a potion called Edibleondetable. It is a potion from many, well, pretty many years ago, does anybody know that year exactly?"

Hermione's arm shot up like a rocket. She waved her hand around frantically. She even got up and preformed a tap-dance solo on her desk.

"Miss. Granger, do you have to use the potty?" Snape questioned slyly.

"No, but I…"

"Okay then, fifty-seven point three points from Gryffindor!" He howled. He laughed cruelly and was a bout to return to his lesson when Hermione jumped onto the table again.

"Oh, just shut-up and kiss me!" she screamed.

Ron looked at Harry, then at Snape, then at Hermione, then back at Harry, then at Hermione, and as you can imagine he got quite dizzy. Snape gave Hermione a puzzled look.

"Sorry," she mumbled, "It was just for giggles. Plus some strange people like…. for instance... a particular fiction writer's sister (coughcough) likes to read that kind of outlandish and disturbing stuff" Hermione sat back down, proud to have attempted to twist the plot of my story.

"And now, does anyone know the name of the potion…besides Miss. Granger?" Snape hissed.

Malfoy slowly and lazily raised a limp hand. "Is it, 3567?" he asked.

Snape smiled, "No, that day hasn't happened yet, but close enough. It was first created in 1802. Twenty-billion points to Slytherin for their wonderful answer!"

Suddenly, as this was becoming quite common, Draco jumped on his desk, accompanied by Crabb and Goyle.

(To the tune of we are the Champions, by Queen.)

"We are the champions - my friends
and we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the Slytherins -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'cause we are the champions - of the world –"

"Thank-you, boys." Snape stated coolly. "Let's hear it for Draco and 'da gang yo yo!" Everyone went silent after Snape's wanna-be rapper lingo.

Finally, after learning absolutely nothing, class ended and the trio rushed towards the common room, arms still aching ferociously.

"What in the world was that all about." Ron groaned, dropping his books to the floor. "That was just insane, and I though conquering an evil wizard about a bazillion times was strange but this, this singing thing is so bloody dreadful!"

"It is kind of funny though." Harry commented dropping his books down beside Ron's.

"Ow, ow, ow! My toe!" Hermione screeched as the books fell on her foot. The boys ignored her.

"You only say that Harry 'cause it hasn't happened to you…yet."

Notes from the best person in the world (That's me): Yes, it has some stuff from other musicians in it. (Duh!) Please R&R this is my first HP parody. Be ready for a new chapter. TTFN to all of my not-yet-adoring fans!