Not mine, blah blah, blah, you know the drill. Carry on lol.

Making the Band

It was a glorious morning in the Wizarding world. Birds were singing and chirping happily…occasionally screaming but that was only when they came into contact with the Womping Willow. Nonetheless, it was to these intermixed sounds that Harry and Ron woke up one spring morning, just days after getting back from their Easter break. The morning was pleasant and their moods certainly matched. They were back at school with their friends and they could get back to Quidditch practice. With the exception of Potions, there was little that could change this feeling of contentment. Too bad that this period was not meant to last much longer…

Walking down to breakfast in the Great Hall, Harry was perplexed to see Angelina crying her eyes out. Alicia Spinnet patted her back awkwardly, looking as though she had no idea what to do. Katie Belle stood to the side, looking on but with a slightly guilty expression on her face.

"Blimey, what's got her knickers in a bunch?" Ron looked horrified at the sight of it.

"You know Angelina," Harry said, remembering his Quidditch captain's turbulent nature, "More than likely, it's some daft girl thing we could never hope to understand."

"There you two are!" They turned on heel to see Hermione storming over to them. From the look on her face, Angelina wasn't the only girl in a tizzy today.

"Er…hey, Hermione- Uff!" She had grabbed the boys firmly by their arms and was dragging them over to a bulletin board at the back of the great hall where Harry noticed a rather large group of students was gathered.

"Mind telling me where the fire is?!" Harry muttered, wrenching his arm back to himself.

Hermione's face was incredulous, "How can you not know?! This affects both of you more than anyone!!"

"No more Quidditch!!!!! My life is over!!!!" Roger Davies was suddenly looking at a butter knife he'd forgotten to put down, with a sick fascination. Ron and Harry just looked at each other in horror and ran over to the bulletin board, pushing and shoving their way to the front. A first year cried out beseechingly but to no avail as the teens trod over him in their frenzy. Oh well, the kid was a Hufflepuff anyway.

There it was; the message that had everyone up at arms. Ron was so appalled that his mouth dropped open and his hand stopped midway through the task of getting first -year blood of his sneakers.

Staff at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry regrets to inform its students of the dissolution of certain clubs and activities, effective immediately. Due to lack of funding, Gobstones, Quidditch, Charms club, S.P.E.W., Hexes and Curses…but Not for anything Evil Club, and The Unicorn Society are all to be disbanded.

"This just can't be happening," Draco said in a monotone voice, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. Harry just snorted.

"Yah, he would be sad not to have an excuse to throw a hex at somebody-" Harry about fainted as he saw Draco produce a tiny glass unicorn figurine and hold it to his chest, a single tear rolling down his pale, smooth cheek. What the hell had happened? Everyone was going bonkers, Quidditch was disbanded and to top it all off, he had just silently described Draco's cheek as "pale and smooth" to himself. Knowing his luck, the author was going to get evil and come up with a badly-written story plot resulting in Draco and himself revealing, long hidden feelings of secret longing and desire despite the enmity so obviously present between them in all Harry Potter books.

AUTHOR: grunts angrily and starts hitting the spacebar rapidly, deleting large chunks of newly-spoiled storyline

"Keep reading!" Hermione snarled in disgust. Sure enough, below that last paragraph, there was even more.

The Ministry of Magic has expressed concern over a lack of musical and fine art related curriculum at Hogwarts and demands that said subject matter be imposed into Hogwarts life. Do to a lack of funding for paints, clay and other such fine arts supplies, only Music shall be added. To make this change all- inclusive, the program shall consist of the formation of a pop band, consisting of only 5 members, two of which shall be Fred and George Weasley because twin adolescent boys are mandatory in all main stream pop outfits. All others who wish to try out for the remaining three spots may sign the sign-up sheet posted below. Hogwarts staff is sure that the student body shares our excitement in these changes.

"Lack of funding for S.P.E.W.?!" Hermione raged, "They never reimbursed me for a single ball of yarn!" But Harry was busy looking at the sign up sheet below. At the top of the list was Katie Bell's name and the Patil twins had already signed up as well. That would explain the funny look Katie had had on her face earlier. It looked as though, he wasn't the first to find out though. Angelina had broken off the tears and uttering a Xena-like war cry, was trying to run Katie through with a sausage skewer!

"TRAITOR!!!" she yelled in rage. Katie just let out a girly scream and ran for it. Glancing up at the staff table, Harry saw that, as always, Dumbledore seemed absolutely unperturbed by the discord below and had commenced sticking Burtie Bott's Every Flavor Beans up his nose. Looking elsewhere, Harry also saw Ron's brothers who had attempted to make a run for it. McGonagal had hexed them, rendering them stiff from the neck down…oh my…er…back to the story…

"You can't make us join your sissy little band!" bellowed George.

"We refuse to wear tight Abercrombie jeans and learn contrived dance steps while lip-syncing vapid lyrics!" Fred added.

"Not to mention that since we're twins, one of us will be doomed to come out of the closet when our career finally peeks and declines," George commented and then, as if comprehending his words for the first time, a look of horror dawned on his face, matched moments later by Fred's and they were dragged, sobbing from the hall.

"This just can't be our life, can it Mate?" Ron whispered behind Harry. Harry could only nod his agreement.