WHO WILL BE THE NEXT…WITCHZARD IDOL?
Chapter 1: Announcement
It was nearly the end of their sixth year at Hogwarts. Voldemort had gone into hiding. They had yet to take their final examinations before their summer break started. All was well. Things were the same as usual and the students used their time to study for their final exams. They only had three months left. Little did they know that they would be very busy in these final 3 months.
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"Hey, guys! Did you hear?" 15-year old Colin Creevey shouted excitedly, bursting into the Gryffindor Common Room.
"What now, Colin?" Ronald Weasley said in a bored voice, not looking up from the chess game he and Harry Potter were playing. To tell the truth, NOBODY looked up or stopped whatever they were doing to listen to some thing Colin was blabbering about.
"Can you believe it?" Colin yelled excitedly.
"Believe what?" Neville Longbottom asked, looking up from his mimbulus mimbletonia.
"Dumbledore and the other school headmasters are setting up this inter-school competition! 'Who will be the next Witchzard Idol?' it's called! And it starts in a week from now! Isn't it exciting?"
Suddenly, the whole room went silent. Everyone stared at Colin.
"How'd you know this, Colin?" Harry asked him curiously.
Suddenly, for once, everyone was interested in what Colin was about to say.
Colin shrugged. "Heard it from Ernie MacMillan. Told me that the announcement was just posted on each bulletin board," he said, pointing his index finger in the direction of the Gryffindor bulletin board. As soon as each Gryffindor heard this, they all rushed up to the bulletin board and crowded around it, trying to read the announcement at once. Harry pushed his way in front of the crowd.
"Hey! Listen up!" he shouted over the noise.
As soon as he got everyone's attention, he continued. "Listen, since we're all obviously trying to read the announcement, how about I'll read it aloud?" Harry suggested. Everyone nodded. He began to read the announcement.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY presents the inter-school singing competition namely, between Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Anyone is free to join. No need to audition. Judges will eliminate a few people before the rounds begin. Signing up for the competition will take place between April 16-18. Elimination is from April 19-22. The competition will officially start on April 24.
Judges: Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Madame Olympe Maxime,
Headmistress of Beauxbatons, and due to the absence of Igor Karkaroff, former
Headmaster of Durmstrang, Professor Severus Snape will take his place.
Venue/s: Different venues will be used for performances and rounds.
Host: Harry James Potter and Hermione Jane Granger
(Sign up sheet will be posted soon)
After Harry read the last line, everyone was talking about the competition. As soon as Harry finished reading the announcement, looking a bit bemused, Ron came up to him and clapped him in the shoulder.
"Good Luck being host, mate." he said, grinning.
As soon as everyone heard this, they all crowded around Harry, asking him various questions about the competition, which Harry had absolutely no idea how to answer.
"Harry, what kind of song should we sing?" Katie Bell asked him.
"Harry, what time do you think the sign-up sheet will come?" a Gryffindor asked him.
"Harry, do you reckon it'll be hard?" Dean Thomas chimed in.
"Harry, d'you think i'll win if I sign up?" Neville piped up.
"Why does Snape have to be a judge?" Parvati Patil asked him in wonder.
"Yeah! Why Harry?" they all chorused.
Harry began to feel annoyed. "Hey, I only knew today!" he protested angrily. "I don't know a thing about this competition!" Just then, Hermione Granger, the Head Girl, walked into the room. Then looking at the crowd around Harry, she tried not to giggle.
"I see you've seen the announcement, have you co-host?" she teased him while grinning.
Harry looked relieved as soon as he saw her. "'Mione!" he cried, very relieved that she was here while walking over to her. "Thank god! What the hell is this about? Me, host? That's absurd!" he said, beginning to look doubtful that he would be the host.
Hermione grinned at him. "Harry, you're the perfect host! You've got it all: charm, looks, style…." She trailed off.
"I sound like a model or something." Harry muttered sarcastically.
Hermione laughed at his response. Then somebody coughed from one of the Gryffindors, who were waiting expectantly for her to say something about the competition. "Erm, Dumbledore told me specifically not to tell anyone further details of the competition. Except for the host." she told them, pulling Harry aside.
Some of them grumbled then went back to their usual things. When she turned her back to face Harry, she noticed to her satisfaction that everyone went back to what they were doing. Even Ron, although he kept on glancing at his best friends.
"Well?" Harry demanded, as soon as they were out of earshot of their fellow Gryffindors. "'Mione, I think you know something that I don't. Spill it." Hermione grinned.
"Do you remember a few weeks before our final examinations, you and Ron noticed that I seemed overly stressed?" she started. Harry nodded. "Well, Dumbledore called for some prefects and I," she explained, "And he told us that there was this inter-school singing competition and we had to discuss and plan for it.
"For instance the number of rounds, the themes, venues, all of those important things." she continued. "Then we would meet once a week with the other Heads from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang and discuss about it. Then after exams, we had our final meeting where we put everything together and they decided that you and Ishould be the host!" Hermione told him brightly.
Harry shook his head in confusion. "I still don't get it. Why me? Couldn't it be Viktor Krum or someone else?"
Hermione smiled. "Harry, you're the perfect host for this competition! Like that host Ryan Seacrest on American Idol!" Then she narrowed her eyes at him." You do know who Ryan Seacrest is, don't you?"
Harry nodded "Yeah, of course!"
Hermione began to smile. "And besides, Krum is out of Durmstrang already and he's probably playing Quidditch right now!"
Harry grinned. "This is so cool! Wait 'till I tell Ginny!" Harry said happily, rushing out of the common room to look for his girlfriend. Hermione shook her head and smiled. She took four thumbtacks from her pocket and pinned the sign-up sheet to the bulletin board.
"Listen up, everyone!" she said loudly, trying to make sure her voice was audible to everyone. Everyone looked at her. "Here's the sign-up sheet. Write your name if you want to take part in the competition! You have 3 days starting now!" she announced. She heard the Gryffindors murmur and whisper to one another trying to decide it they should sign-up or not. As soon as she started to step out of the common room, she glimpsed a few people writing their names on the list.
Just then, a voice called out her name. "Hermione, wait up!" it was one of her best friends, Ron, who shouted, running up to her. "'Mione, have you seen Harry? We still haven't finished our chess game!" he said, looking around for Harry. "By the way, congrats on being a co-host."
Hermione smiled at him. "Thanks. Are you going to sign up?" she asked him, gesturing to the bulletin board sign-up sheet, which was already half-full.
"Nah, to much pressure." He answered.
"You coward."
"Hey! I heard that! Besides, I wouldn't want to mess up my perfectly good voice." Ron said, grinning at Hermione.
"I didn't know you could sing, Ron. Or have a 'perfectly good' voice. It sounds scratchy to me." Hermione teased him, grinning.
Ron's cheeks turned a faint pink. "Yeah, sure. Just tell Harry I'm looking for him. Who knows where he went to" he muttered. Hermione giggled. "Oh, well. I'm gonna go challenge somebody to a good chess game. Maybe Seamus. Bye." He said, waving to his best friend, closing the door behind him.
Hermione sighed happily and walked to the Head Girl/Boy Common Room. She told her password to the portrait and went in. She saw the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy, sitting on one of the couches, reading a book, with his feet propped up on the table.
"Malfoy," She sighed tiredly. "Could you get your foul feet off the table? It's already dirty as it is." she said.
Draco Malfoy looked up from his book. "Do you mind, Granger? I'm reading." he snapped.
"Yes I do mind!" Hermione said testily. Then she sighed. "Alright Malfoy, what did Dumbledore and the others say about the rounds and venues?" she asked him, attempting to be civil to him.
"They liked it…thought it was okay…blah, blah, blah." Draco said waving his hand in the air.
Hermione sighed with relief. "Great." She said to no one in particular staring at the small fire in the Common Room.
Draco looked at her in annoyance. "Are you done sighing in relief yet or do I have to wait for a few more hours 'till you're done?"
Hermione broke her gaze from the fire and glared at him. "Oh, I'm done." She said, pinching him on the arm before she went up to her dorm room.
Draco winced. "Ouch! That hurt, Granger!" he yelled after her.
"Sure" she replied. "Just wanted to know if you were tough or not." She told him, her hand on the knob of her dorm room. "Apparently, you're and old softie." She grinned mischievously at him, quickly going in her room before she could hear more insults from him.
Note: Sorry people, this is my FOURTH time to re-write this story 'cos I kept on changing my mind. If you noticed the changes. My apologies for the people who reviewed this story and are waiting for a chapter 2, only to have it erased then put back on. So I copied the previous reviews people gave me before I re-wrote this story:
Charmedatwriting: plz plz plz plz update soon i love the start & the idea of the story cant wait to see who'll sing what the start rocks cant wait to read more
Elvish-Princess99: Yeah... It's good. But I thought it would take a leetle longer for them to realize it's love. like millions of very hilarious fights...ah, the missed oppurtunities... Anyways yeah, bring c2 on