A/N: I came up with the idea about how the trio tries to be famous in a Voldemort free world where the worst problems they encounter are normal teenage angst and meddling parents. That being said, there are going to be certain out of character qualities. Hopefully, you'll still want to read.

Disclaimer: This is purely for fun. I laughed my jokes and figure maybe others might find them funny. I own nothing.

It had all started as a joke. Randomly at Hermione's house, Harry had picked up a brush and sang the beginning of that song from the new Muggle band Oasis that just came out.

Some might say that sunshine follows thunder Go and tell it to the man who cannot shine Some might say that we should never ponder On our thoughts today cos they will sway over time

Hermione stopped hitting Ron with her pillow and looked at him weirdly. Harry felt self conscious, so he put the brush down.

"No Harry, keep singing. I didn't know you were that good."

Harry blushed, because Hermione never gave undeserved praise. His Mum had always told him he had a strong voice but he thought being a singer was girly. Harry wanted to be an Auror like his Dad and Uncle Sirius. But she and his Uncle Remus always said that he should try to at least polish his voice if not sing professionally.

"Er…thanks Hermione."

Ron joined in. "Yeah Harry, you sound cool. Merlin, we should start a band, like the Weird Sisters!"

Harry was confused. "What?"

Ron, however, had the light of fame in his eyes. "Yeah, it'll be cool. You can be lead singer and I'll be drums and Hermione can be…," he looked at Hermione curiously. "Hey Hermione, what can you be?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Nothing Ron. Harry can sing well but a band? Do I look like I want to be in a band."

Harry had to agree with Hermione. She looked like the makings of a research assistant. Her perpetually bushy hair was tied in a bun, she was wearing her reading glasses, and she was in a pair of jeans and a shirt. Not rock star material whatsoever. Though he couldn't really talk. His wardrobe consisted of the same as Hermione and Ron's too, though Ron's was shabbier. He wore dorky glasses and his hair was still the bane of his mother's existence. Ron was the only one of them that was blessed with hair that actually obeyed, but he had the look of a good son. They all had the look of good, wholesome kids. What was edgy about them?

"Yeah Ron, we look like dorks. Hell we are dorks!"

Ron nodded his head sarcastically. "You think I don't know we're not cool? Duh! But, think about who I live with!"

Hermione smirked. "Oh, this is an easy one. Your…family?"

"Be serious, Mione!"

She jumped up. "Don't call me Mione, Weasley!"

"Stop being a smart arse, then!"

"Not being one, you slug!"

"Guys, stop!" Harry yelled. They both glared at each other. "Now who are you talking about, Ron?"

"Fred and George, of course!"

And that's when The Trio was born.