Author's Note: This story just came to me, I have read the few fanfictions that were musicals, some with some type of singing contest, but I had to do something of my own. I mean, it would only seem fair. Now, though it may be too late, I have to warn you all that there will be teacher-student and underage-adult relationships in this story. So if you don't agree with them, do not continue this story. And if you are willing to test some new waters or adore this then read on! The second chapter is coming along fine and will be up in no time.
Chapter Summary: Harry wonders why he feels so lost, Tonks discovers new technology, and Hermione and Ron are worried. Typical day in the life of Harry Potter, right?
Disclaimer: Not mine, no matter how much I beg and plead. Especially the songs that are being used, definitely not mine.
Hogwarts the MusicalChapter One: Short Suffers
Astrea Von Hurston
Crisp, was the rain that sprinkled with muffled "thuds" along the suburban houses of Privet Drive, boring neighbors closing their curtains with aggravation and Dudley increasing his weight by another dozen kilograms.
Harry Potter walked away from his window, no longer interested with the water that caught on the pane and rolled down ever so slowly in different directions like growing branches. His brilliant green eyes lingered on a small book, as he surveyed the room tiredly, and he slowly made his way toward it.
He paid no attention to the soft and mellow piano chords that began playing in the background, nor to the fact that nearly a hundred words popped into his brain just waiting to be spoken.
There was a pause in his steps, leaving the room silent, with the exception of the tiny drops above. He ran a hand through his messy jet black hair and softly spoke in tune:
"I'm all at sea," he said, humming a bit afterwards. "Where no one can bother me." 1
He sat atop the end of his bed and stared out into the rain, emerald eyes glittering with unveiled emotions. "Forgot my roots. If only for a day."
He sighed and stood up, unable to make a decision between pacing the room and making the boards creak in protest and under the pressure of his weight, or to relax and fall asleep in his warm bed, sorrows forgotten.
He looked down at his torn sneakers and continued, "Just me and my thoughts... sailing far away." He took a deep breath with his pause, then released it with even more words. "Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul, please just leave me right here on my own. Later on you could spend some time with me, if you want to, all at sea."
Harry allowed a moment of silence to ring through the air before he continued his melancholy tale, "I'm all at sea.Where no one can bother me... I sleep by myself, I drink on my own."
"Don't speak to nobody, I gave away my phone," he sent a meaningful glance toward a silent Hedwig with those words and fingered the thin shirt that pathetically protected him from the cold. "Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul, please just leave me right here on my own. Later on you could spend some time with me, if you want, all at sea."
There was another dim silence, as Harry shivered and walked toward the cracked mirror, that lied on the table nearby, with unmistakable self-hatred, eyes shining with unshed tears as he slowly picked it up and read the inscription on the back.
"Now I need you more than ever, I need you more than ever... now." He slid to the floor and leaned his head against the dresser of his pathetic and small bedroom. "You don't need it every day, but some times don't you just crave, to disappear within your mind... you never know what you might find. So come and spend some time with me, we will spend it all at sea."
He suddenly stood and threw the mirror onto his bed, storming across the room and glaring out the window and into the pouring rain that fell painfully quick and hard.
"Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul, please just leave me right here on my own... Later on you could spend some time with me, if you want to, all at sea."
The calming music that played in the background of his musings slowly faded away, only to remind him of his anguish and regret. He wished with every fiber of his being that he could just have Sirius back for one chat, to apologize for acting like an arse and to thank Sirius for all that he did for him.
But he knew it was not possible. And that was what he drowned in for the next few days, the fact that dreams no longer existed in reality.
He had been so used to silence since that dreary Saturday evening, that when a knock and voices appeared behind his door, he jumped out of bed with surprise and pointed his wand at the offending entrance to his supposed demise.
A creak was heard throughout the house as the door was pushed open by a pale and slender hand, which was followed by the body and face of Remus Lupin.
A feeling of relief, happiness, and melancholy burst in his abdomen as he rushed forward and greeted the surprised man with a hug, knowing it was quite melodramatic of him. But suffering without being consoled by someone... well, it sounded like a horrible scenario to him.
Lupin awkwardly pat him on the back before Harry released him and looked over his shoulder to see Tonks, Snape (to his disgust), Moody, and Kingsley standing near the threshold.
"We're back," Lupin said with a rather bitter smile and allowed Harry to leave the room first before shutting the door silently behind him.
"We have a Portkey this time," Tonks eagerly informed him, taking out a small and shadowed object that looked mysteriously like a wireless phone to Harry.
And from closer inspection, he discovered that Tonks was holding a phone and the newest model to arrive in stores, the Durlseys would surely be envious.
Harry smirked a bit, unconsciously.
"Let us not hold up another meeting for Potter," a growl was heard from behind them, and the five turned to see Snape leaning against the wall of the hallway, glaring at a picture of Dudley.
Tonks smirked and observed the phone as well.
"This is nice, better than what we used to use," she said, wrinkling her nose a bit.
"Oh yeah," Harry said softly, he forgot she was a half-blood.
"Remember those game systems they used to have, so pathetic and now-"
"They're unbelievable! Right!"
Tonks was getting excited, and Harry had to admit he was as well, having spent quite a long time unable to talk with anyone about the past and future of technology. Hermione only really cared about text, not corporate uses of corruption.
They began walking down the steps to the living room, and Tonks went over to the brand new telly, looking at it carefully, eyes lit up with curiosity.
"The good old days," she muttered, shaking her head and stepping away from it.
"Yeah, the light bulb used to be the most genius invention ever created and now..." Harry trailed off, glancing over at Kingsley, Moody, Lupin, and Snape; all of whom had followed them into the living room.
"I heard you on my wireless back in fifty-two," Tonks softly said, smirking as Harry turned to look at her in surprise. 2
Harry smiled as well and spoke as well, "Lying awake intent at tuning in on you."
"If I was young it didn't stop you coming through," they said together in perfect harmony.
"Oh, oh," Lupin hummed, and immediately received odd stares from the three other men.
"They took the credit for your second symphony," Tonks stated with a pout.
"Rewritten by machine on new technology," Harry said in agreement, nodding his head with a scowl.
"And now I understand the supernova scene," they cried.
"Oh, oh," Moody hummed, making himself the receiver of raised eyebrows.
"I met your children,'" Harry spoke up.
"Oh, oh," Kingsley sighed.
"What did you tell them?" Tonks asked incredulously.
"Video killed the radio star," Harry exclaimed.
"Video killed the radio star," Tonks repeated.
"In my mind, and in my car, we can't rewind, we've gone too far," Snape muttered from his stance in the corner.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oohh," Lupin smiled.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oohh," Moody and Kingsley repeated.
"And now we meet in an abandoned studio," Tonks proclaimed, swooning and landing on the fluffy couch nearby.
"We hear the playback and it seems so long ago," Harry laughed, plopping onto the seat beside her.
"And you remember the jingles used to go," they sighed in unison.
"Oh, oh," Lupin tapped his foot.
"You were the first one," Harry grinned.
"Oh, oh," Snape grumbled.
"You were the last one!" Tonks shouted, and Harry was surprised that the whole neighborhood didn't wake up, much less the Durlseys.
"Video killed the radio star," Harry replied.
"Video killed the radio star," Tonks agreed.
"In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far," Lupin cried.
"Too far!" Kingsley shouted.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oohh," Moody grunted.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oohh," Snape sneered.
"Alright!" Tonks and Harry sighed.
There were a long series of crashes afterwards that made Harry jump to his feet and Tonks to knock down her third vase that night since she arrived. The banging continued and Harry noticed that it sounded oddly like music...
Suddenly, the noise abruptly stopped and Tonks began to shout again.
"Video killed the radio star!"
Harry immediately replied, "Video killed the radio star!"
"In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far," Lupin sank to the floor and leaned his head against the wall.
Kingsley did the same as he stated, "Pictures came and broke your heart, put all the blame on VCR."
"You are a radio star," Tonks proclaimed in a soft voice.
"You are a radio star," Harry nodded solemnly.
"Video killed the radio," Snape snorted.
"Video killed the radio star," Lupin repeated.
"Video killed the radio star," Kingsley yelled.
"Video killed the radio star," Moody said gruffly.
"Video killed the radio star," Harry announced.
"Video killed the radio star," Tonks chimed in.
"Video killed the radio star," Lupin and Snape sighed.
"'Cause video killed that radio star, yes he did," Tonks and Harry murmured and bowed to no one in particular.
"Well," Snape said, his lip curling up in disgust, "that was certainly interesting. But now, I believe, we are late to the meeting by... five minutes."
"Oh, Severus, get that log out of your arse," Tonks muttered, brushing off her bright orange robes and winking at Harry.
Snape only rolled his eyes in retort and grabbed the phone out of her hand, before holding it out to the others.
The four men and one woman grabbed the wireless telephone and in no time, Harry felt that familiar tug beneath his navel as they went spiraling into the entry hall of Number 12, Grimmauld Place.
Harry moaned, rubbing his bottom which he had ungracefully landed upon, looking around at the others who were still standing as if nothing had happened.
"Go to your bedroom, Potter, your friends shall be expecting you," Snape spat, and Harry took off up the stairs, eager to his see his friends although it had only been a week since term ended.
He pushed the door open which creaked heavily in protest and was greeted by two smiling faces that were more familiar to Harry than the curses he had taught in Dumbledore's Army.
Hermione embraced him first, and if Ron hadn't helped Harry pull her off, he was sure he would have suffocated.
"Sorry," Hermione murmured with a blush as Ron gave Harry a friendly hug.
He took a moment to look her over and was surprised to see that her hair wasn't frizzy, the insufferable locks had turned themselves into glowing auburn brown ringlets.
"Wow, Hermione, you look great," Harry commented with a grin.
She blushed even more and fingered the ends of her hair, "It was Ginny, she said she couldn't stand me walking around with a bird's nest on my head."
"She had a point," Ron laughed, and immediately received a sock on the arm from a very red-faced Hermione.
They all walked across the room and seated themselves on Ron's bed. Harry looked around at the absolute messiness of the bedroom.
"What happened?" he asked, looking at his friends.
"Ron was looking for something," Hermione retorted, rolling her eyes.
"And exactly what was that?" Harry inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Fred and George gave me a stink bomb, and I don't know where to find it before the damned thing explodes," Ron exclaimed.
Harry snorted and smiled faintly, shaking his head at his friend's daftness.
Hermione suddenly eyed him, a frown coming onto her face. "Harry, I know I sound annoying, but is there something wrong?"
"No," Harry said, but discovered that there was still that feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach that hadn't disappeared since that fateful night in the Department of Mysteries.
"Harry, tell us if there's something wrong," Hermione stated, scooting closer to him and observing his features more carefully.
He tried to give a feeble grin, but it only made Ron concerned as well.
"Save some face, you know you've only got one," Hermione whispered, standing up and pulling Harry with her. 3
"Change your ways," Ron agreed, shifting over to a seat at the edge of the bed and near his friends, "while you're young."
"Boy, one day you'll be a man," Hermione said with a small smile.
"Oh girl," Ron replied, "he'll help you understand."
"Smile like you mean it," Hermione sighed.
"Smile like you mean it," his two friends repeated together.
"Looking back," Harry murmured, "at sunsets on the Eastside."
"We lost track... of the time," Ron spoke up.
"Dreams aren't what they used to be," Hermione continued in a sweet voice. "Some things sat by so carelessly."
"Smile like you mean it," Ron and Hermione cried.
"Smile like you mean it," Harry nodded in understanding.
Hermione took Ron by the hand and pulled him off the bed, leading him to Harry who had walked across the room and sat in one of the piles of Ron's robes. She and the redhead kneeled down beside him and Hermione flicked a piece of dust from his jet black hair in a motherly fashion.
"And someone is calling my name," Harry muttered. "From the back of the restaurant."
"And someone is a playing a game," Hermione returned. "In the house that I grew up in."
"And someone will drive her around," Ron stated, jerking his head in Hermione's direction. "Down the same streets that I did."
"On the same streets that I did," Ron and Harry exclaimed in unison.
"Smile like you mean it," Hermione said.
"Smile like you mean it," Ron retorted.
"Smile like you mean it," Harry repeated.
"Smile like you mean it," they said together.
"Oh no, oh no no no," Hermione sighed.
"Oh no, oh no no no," Ron groaned and leaned his head against the wall in defeat.
Harry yawned and looked toward his friends, "Where's Ginny, by the way?"
"With Fred and George, they have been nothing but trouble since we got here," Hermione stated disapprovingly.
"Of course," Ron said with a smirk.
Harry smiled. Well, this was certainly a good start for the summer in his book.
1: Jamie Cullum- All At Sea- Twentysomething
2: The Bugles- Video Killed the Radio Star
3: The Killers- Smile Like You Mean It- Hot Fuss