Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and fifties idea… I think… well at least it's original to me as I have not seen anything done with fifties… meh.

A/N: Give it a chance, I'll get there… my first slash story but I have been reading it for years… if you read this, please review, I need some opinions but no flames please.

Prologue Part 1: 'Five-What?!'

It was pure madness. Nothing could ever exceed it. Oh, make no assumption, for Harry HAD indeed had worrying suspicions that Dumbledore would pull something reasonably insane for the end of his seventh year in the hype after Voldemort's demise. Sure, he had imagined all the most terrible things his very imaginative mind could come up with, but what Dumbledore had sprung on him was not the balls, dances or parties where he would be forced to obtain a partner for. (Not that every girl and some guys weren't lining up at the portrait every morning to walk him to breakfast anyway.)

Nor was it the most frequent, horrifying thought of a Shakespearian play re-enactment or Moulin Rouge school play. It wasn't even a Halloween Masquerade where he could be chatted up by any hidden identity, but it was worse. Much, much worse.

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"The Five-Ohs!" squealed Hermione, her eyes brightening with excitement.

"The Five-what?!" asked Ron, who was in the middle of a game of Wizard's chess with Neville. Neville, who was losing piteously, with his tongue between his teeth and his brow furrowed in concentration, looked up startled.

"Do you mean the fifties?" he squeaked in surprise.

Hermione nodded enthusiastically.

"There's to be a show! Everyone 5th year and above is involved! It's to be held over Easter Break and each act has to have a music part, but other than that we can choose what we want to present," said Hermione.

"Oh Parvati, we can be showgirls!" squealed Lavender, who had been listening. "We can go into Hogsmeade this weekend and pick out material and jewellery!"

"Hmm… we could ask Padma and her friend Stacey if they want to go with us, it would be better with more people," replied Parvati eagerly.

"Huh," sniffed Lavender, who was jealous of the twins' bond. "I suppose so," she added quickly, covering her lapse.

"And I can do a solo act!" interjected Ginny, a dreamy look on her face. "But I don't know any 50's songs…"

"We could make one of those white feathered crown things too!" said Parvati, she and Lavender were already jotting ideas down in the margin of Lavender's Transfiguration essay that Lavender was supposed to be doing.

"And feather tails!" chirped Lavender.

"Dean, would you know any 50's muggle songs?" asked Ginny, turning to her muggleborn boyfriend.

"I suppose Gran would have some ideas," mumbled Neville to Harry, who was urging Neville to move his knight. "She always said that was her favourite period, maybe she could help Seamus, Dean, you two and me think of something to do."

Ron snorted. "Nah thanks Neville, I already got my idea," he added his ears tinging red a bit, as he glanced at Hermione. Hermione didn't notice, but Harry grinned knowingly. Ron and Harry had been planning Ron's 'perfect surprise' for 3 weeks and this was the perfect opportunity.

"Hold up! Quiet everyone!" called Hermione, waving the notice in the air. It says on here that each act has to be approved by a judging panel. That includes Harry and I (as Headboy and Headgirl,) and Professors' McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout and Snape. The Heads of Houses."

This piece of new information was received in silence.

"But… but…" spluttered Ron. "What if we want it to be a surprise?"

"Wait, that's not all, there can ONLY be four groups in total, with a professor allocated to each as the director. The groups will be decided by Professor Dumbledore," read Hermione.

Parvati, Lavender and Ginny all at once look anguished.

"Slytherins too?" asked Parvati, pouting.

"Hey, not all Slytherins are bad!" said Harry lightly. He was sick of this.

"Well… I mean…" stuttered Parvati flustered. She knew Malfoy and Harry were friends.

"I meant it's more Snape that I'm worried about, what if he has to oversee MY group? I doubt the houses will stick together… right?" asked Parvati, dearly hoping she was wrong.

"Right," said Hermione. "This is supposed to be a way to better know our fellow housemates apparently."

A groan was uttered in unison with most of the Gryffindors.

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A/N: Short, I know, lol… I wanted to end it here though and it IS a prologue. Reviews appreciated, but I won't beg…. Seriously I won't…innocent face

And a bit of warning… thy plot wilt thickeneth…

Lisa

(also pen name: Lisa13)