A/N: Hello everyone and thank you for the reviews, favourites and follows for the last chapter! Now onto chapter 2!
Harry: Excuse me sir, can you tell me how to get to Platform 9 ¾?
Harry couldn't help but continue to blush at the attention he was receiving, looking relieved when the train assistant began to speak.
Train Assistant: Platform 9 3/4, there ain't no such thing. You're the 700th kid to ask me that. I still refuse to believe it exists.
Harry smiled, remembering how stupid he must have seemed to the train assistant.
Harry: Well, sir you've gotta help me. I just ran away from home from my mean aunt and uncle. They keep me under some stairs. Listen, you gotta believe me. I got this letter from Hogwarts School of Witch…sir! Listen, please, a bird gave it to me.
Harry frowned at the mention of the stairs, and hoped that there wouldn't be a repeat of the reactions he got during the first musical. Luckily for Harry, the people around him seemed to have come to terms with the fact that Harry had been abused by his aunt and uncle, and so did not comment. Hermione however, seemed to be silently raging next to him, and Molly Weasley looked as though she was tempted to hunt down Aunt Petunia and Uncle Dursley.
Harry: (reading letter) Yeah right, Hogwarts.
Molly: Oh, hurry kids! We're gonna miss the train. Come on Weasleys, Bill!
Molly smiled at her appearance. She somewhat liked this characterisation of herself.
Bill: Yoyo Ma.
Bill rolled his eyes, but grinned. He definitely liked being portrayed as the coolest Weasley kid.
Molly: Charlie!
Charlie: I'm coming.
Charlie smiled at his appearance.
Molly: Percy.
Percy: Hello Mother.
Percy briefly exchanged glances with his mother, and looked away quickly, frowning, noticing an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach when he looked at her. He still hadn't forgiven his parents for their reaction to his new job, and Percy knew that he certainly wasn't going to be the first one to apologise.
Molly's face dropped when she saw the expression on her son's face. She still had not given up hopes of them having reconciling yet, but it appeared that Percy had.
Molly: Fred and George.
Fred: But I'm George!
Molly: Nice try, you've got a F on your shirt dumbass.
At this, Fred and George exchanged grins, both of them finding it completely plausible that their mother would say something like that. Molly smirked at their expressions, knowing exactly what she would say to the twins if they ever tried to confuse her again.
Arthur: Oh boy a real Muggle! Everybody say Chocolate Frog! *shuts bulky camera* I think I got it. Really.
Arthur grinned, wishing that he could have his very own camera. He had learnt a lot about them from Hermione and Harry, and now he had added it to his Christmas gift list. He just hoped that someone
Molly: Oh Arthur, stop fiddling with that Muggle picture maker.
Arthur glared at his wife for that comment. "It's not just a picture maker!" he protested. "It's a technological masterpiece!" His wife simply rolled her eyes.
Arthur: Alright dear.
Molly: George, Fred… *mumbles as she counts her kids* Bill, where's Ron with your sister?
Ron: Did somebody say Ron?
Ron smiled, excitedly pointing out to Harry and Hermione that he was in the play.
Hermione nodded, and whispered "We know that, Ron. We're watching the play too."
Molly: Ron, would you hurry, you're gonna miss your train.
Ron: Well, I'm trying to go faster but I've got this idiot little sister.
Said 'idiot sister' glared at Ron, who took one look at Ginny's expression and quickly looked away.
Molly: Ronnie, apologize to your idiot sister.
Ron: No!
Molly: Oh, you're gonna get it! *claps at Bill* *clap goes down the line until Ron claps at Ginny*
Molly: Stupid kids.
"Thanks mum," Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Charlie and Bill chorused. Percy just scowled.
Arthur: Alright gang, alright, picture time. This is Ronnie's first day at Hogwarts so here we go.
Molly: Oh they're so cute!
Arthur: Alright now, smile and *shuts camera* I got it. That'll be a good one!
Molly smiled at the photo, feeling a sudden wave of pride for her large, kind family.
Molly: Uh, Arthur…
Harry: Excuse me sir.
Arthur: Yes my dear boy?
Harry: I couldn't but overhear you say something about Hogwarts. Can you tell me how to get to Platform 9 ¾?
Arthur: Platform 9 ¾? Why, it's right through that brick wall.
Harry: What?
Harry snorted, remembering how silly it had all sounded when he first got his Hogwarts letter, and how scared he had been when he went to Platform 9 ¾ for the first time, all those years ago.
Molly: Arthur, I think he doesn't know. Must have been raised by Muggles.
Draco sneered at the mention of Muggles. Just at that moment, Astoria looked over to the Slytherin table from where she was sitting with Luna at the Ravenclaw table. She saw Malfoy's expression at the mention of Muggles, and frowned. She had hoped that he would have matured somewhat since the last play, but it seemed unlikely.
'It's a shame that he's so arrogant,' Astoria thought. 'I know he's capable of being nice. I just wish that he would show it more often.'
Harry: What's a Muggle?
Arthur: What's a Muggle? Why it's a wizard who doesn't…I mean it's a wizard who can't…He doesn't know what a Muggle is.
Ron laughed at his father's pronunciation of the word 'Muggle'. Arthur himself looked flummoxed that there were people who didn't know what a Muggle was.
Molly: A Muggle is a non-magical person. I tell you what, you stick with Ronnie over there. It's his first year at Hogwarts too. Alright Weasleys, in you go!
Arthur: Follow me gang, come on. Here we go.
Molly: Ginny dear, Ginny dear you come with me. Ginny, let the boys alone. Ginny, leave the boys alone. You can go to Hogwarts next year.
Ginny: No! (cries)
Ginny blushed, clearly embarrassed as she remembered her own reaction to Ron going to Hogwarts. She had been crying for the entire journey to the train station, and luckily had managed to wipe her tears away by the time she saw Harry Potter for the first time.
Ron: Yes, at last, freedom! God, I hate my stupid little sister. Ugh, she is just such a…such a…
Harry: Butter face?
"What on earth is a butter face?" Ginny asked, completely confused, mainly directing the question towards Hermione.
Hermione shrugged. "I really have no idea," she replied. "Maybe it's an American thing."
Ron: Ha ha ha ha ha ha. You know what kid, you're alright. I'm Ron Weasley. Hey, do you want a delicious Red Vine?
Harry: Absolutely!
Harry looked at his best friend. "What's a Red Vine?" he asked Ron, relying on the food obsessed ginger to know.
Ron shrugged. "I don't know."
Harry laughed. "I thought you were supposed to know every different type of sweet!"
Ron glared at his friend. "Piss off. " He said jokingly. "I don't know every type of sweet!"
Harry smiled, remembering to check if Honeydukes would have any in stock next time he went to Hogsmeade.
Ron: Well hey, here you go good buddy.
Harry: These are like my favorite snack in the whole world.
Ron: Oh my god, me too. *stare at each other than do a mirror thing* Alright, favorite Aimee Mann song on three, one-two-three.
Both: Red Vines.
Hermione shook her head at Harry's inquisitive glance. She had no idea who Aimee Mann was, and wasn't going to pretend that she knew.
Harry: Favorite color of vines, other than green.
Both: Red Vines.
Ron: Favorite way to say red wines in a German accent.
Both: Red vines. Oh my god! *hug*
Harry and Ron grinned at each other, remembering their own first meeting, bonding over sweets.
Ron: Where have you been all of my life?
Harry: In a cupboard under some stairs.
Ron: That's so cool. Alright well, come on friend. Let's go to Hogwarts, just gotta go through that brick wall.
Harry rolled his eyes at his best friend. "It's really not cool," he complained, although he was grateful for the fact that no one reacted to the whole 'living under the stairs' thing.
Harry: That sounds kind of scary.
Ron: Hey, it's okay. We can do it together. Wanna hold hands?
Harry: I would like that.
Ron: On the count of three…one,
Both: Two, THREE! AH! *run at wall*
Ron: That's a big brick wall.
Harry and Ron grinned as their characters ran towards the'wall'.
Percy: All aboard gang, the Hogwarts Express.
Ron: Alright, let's go get a seat pal.
Harry: You got it.
Ron: Hey pal, that's uh a pretty cool headband you've got there.
Harry: Ah, thanks I wear it to cover this gross scar I got when I was a baby. I got it when the car my parents were driving crashed into a crocodile. My parents got eaten but then the crocodile took out a knife and gave me this scar. At least that's what my liar aunt and uncle told me.
Harry snorted, feeling that this story about this crocodile was just about as plausible as the one Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had told him. The story that his aunt and uncle had told him made less and less sense the more he thought about it. Sure, it explained his parents' death, but definitely hadn't explained his scar, especially the shape of it.
Ron: That sucks, can I see it?
"How sensitive of you," Hermione said dryly.
Harry: Uh yeah, sure *takes off headband* What?
Ron: Oh my god, you're Ha…you're Har Har.
"Yes, that's correct. My name is Har Har."
Seamus: Bloody Hell, it's Harry Potta!
Kids: Yay!
Seamus: Seamus Finnegan for yah Mr. Potter, gotta say meeting you like this is a right treat, a right treat.
"Wait, that's supposed to be me?!" the real Seamus Finnegan yelled. "I'm not Cockney!"
Harry: Hi Seamus.
Dean: What up man my name is Dean Thomas. You want some bubble gum?
Harry: Yeah, I love bubble gum.
Dean rolled his eyes at his on screen appearance, and at the fact that he now wanted bubblegum. Unfortunately, the house elves didn't seem to know that bubblegum was even a thing, so he doubted that he would find it in the kitchen. He just hoped that Honeydukes would have some.
Neville: Will you sign my Harry Potter poster Mr. Potter?
Harry: Uh yeah sure. Okay, uh, who should I make it out to?
Neville: Neville Longbottom sir.
Harry: Okay, Shlongbottom.
"Why did I call you 'sir'?" Neville asked Harry.
"Dunno," he replied. "Why did I call you Shlongbottom? It's not that hard to say your name."
Cho: Ni Hao, Harry Potter my name is Miss Cho Chang y'all. You should visit the Ravenclaw House sometime.
"I think my character gets more and more annoying every time she's on the screen." Cho said. Marissa nodded. "I'm just glad that I don't seem to be in the play." She replied.
Harry: Ron, what is going on? Everyone is treating me like I'm, like I'm famous or something.
"Well, I am the Boy Who Lived."
Ron: Harry, you are. *singing* You're Harry Freakin' Potter. You don't understand you're a legend man to us all. Every son and daughter
Students: Safe!
Ron: from You-Know-Who all because of you. You were small but I wonder if you can recall?
Students: Oooo…
'Unfortunately, yes.' Harry thought, doing his best to forget his nightmares with flashes of green light.
Ron: Long story short, this guy *whispered* Voldemort, *normal* was super cruel.
"That's a bit of an understatement." Harry said.
Harry: Voldemort?
Students: Ah, sh!
Harry rolled his eyes at the students' reaction.
"Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself," Hermione quoted, looking at Dumbledore, who gave a small smile.
Ron: He tried to kill you and your parents and this is where it gets intensely cool. Even though you were a tiny little boy, you should've died but you survived and then destroyed, this evil guy
Harry: What?
Ron: and it's a story we enjoy to tell!
"Well, I'm glad I can entertain you." Harry said.
Students with Ron: You're Harry Freakin' Potter! We don't prefer Gandalf, Merlin, or Oz. You're a whole lot hotter. With that lightning scar, you're a superstar to us all! If we're in trouble, we know who to call!
"I prefer Gandalf actually." Harry said.
"I prefer Merlin. At least he's actually real," Ron said.
Cho: Hey y'all! *dance scene*
"Good lord, it gets worse," Cho said, desperately trying not to look at the dancing.
Ron: And the best part is, you're rich!
"Priorities, Ron." Hermione said, a smile on her face.
Rita: Did somebody say Harry Potter? Rita Skeeter here from the Daily Prophet reporting to you live, dear, readers, from Platform 9 ¾ where I just happened upon the original Wiz Kid himself, Harry Potter the lad who lived. Now, let's you and me get on the level HP. Where have you been for ten years? Are you excited to go to Hogwarts? Are you frightened for your life?
"Where is Rita anyway? She hasn't done any good articles since last year." Blaise Zabini asked.
Harry, Ron and Hermione shared a glance, each knowing exactly why Rita hadn't written her usual types of articles since last year, and none of them wanting to say why.
Harry: Why would I be frightened for my life?
Rita: Well, ain't you cock cure. Know this, dear readers, HP-the eleven year old tike shows no fear, even in the face of a murderous dog like Sirius Black.
The black dog at the Gryffindor table let out a small whimper, and Remus patted his back. Harry looked over, a small frown on his face, barely noticeable to anyone other than Ron or Hermione.
Harry: Who's Sirius Black?
Rita: -Who's Sirius Black?- You don't know? He used to be your dad's best friend until he betrayed him to the Dark Lord and got him killed. Yup, turns out he was a Death Eater. He killed thirteen ducks before they caught him and I mean people. He hates your guts, wants you dead. He just escaped from Azkaban but it's no skin off your back kid. You know why?
"That's not true," Harry muttered angrily. Hermione looked at him sympathetically, and patted her friend's hand. Harry looked at her, grateful for the comfort, and focused his attention on the play.
Rita: *singing* You're Harry Freakin' Potter! I wouldn't wince at all, you're invincible to all harm. Like Betty Crocker, I wanna eat you up, no one'll beat you up with that charm. Remember Harry kid, you're the boss, you're the king, you're the bomb! Keep your nose clean kid, don't take any wooden sickles ha!
Harry raised an eyebrow at 'Rita's' singing, not even knowing how to respond to it.
Percy: All aboard. *students say goodbye to people off stage, Weasleys' do the longest goodbye*
Harry: Ron, this is all too much to take in. This is all so surreal.
Ron: No it's not, you're Harry Potter. You're the coolest god damn kid in the entire world. Everything's awesome for you so you better get used to it.
"Apart from the whole dead parent thing and having a mass murderer after me, yeah, everything's awesome!"
Harry: *singing* This is all so sad, I mean my mom and dad were killed long ago.
Students: Long ago they died.
Harry couldn't help but to let out a small laugh at the chorus of students cheerily singing about his dead parents.
Harry: I wanna be psyched but being unliked is all I know.
Students: All he knows that's why.
"I mean, that's not entirely true," Harry said, thinking about Mrs Figg down the road, and all of the people surrounding him.
Harry: I'd never thought I'd be a part of such a fate, an opportunity eleven years late. I guess it's time for me to step up to the plate and show 'em that I'm something great!
Snape slightly raised an eyebrow at Potter's arrogance. 'Just like his father,' he thought.
Harry: I'm Harry Freakin' Potter! I'll do what I can if what you say I am is true. I can't be bothered by my awful past, I've found at last something I can do so it's time I knew exactly who I am! I'm Harry Freakin' Potter.
Students: "You're Harry Freakin' Potter!"
By this time, many of the students had begun singing the line 'Harry Freakin' Potter' horribly out of tune. Professor Flitwick winced at the sound of all of their voices horribly clashing and not being able to keep in time, and briefly considering proposing that students have mandatory singing lessons so at least they wouldn't sound quite that terrible.
Harry: I guess.
Everyone: You're Harry Freakin' Potter!
Harry: I'm the man!
Everyone: Harry Freakin' Potter!
By this time the singing, or rather the shouting, of the students had been getting increasingly louder and out of tune to the point where many of the teachers were clutching their heads as though they had some kind of migraine, and they probably did. Umbridge did one of her annoying coughs and the students immediately went quiet, although that was probably more to do with Snape's silencing spell than any kind of influence that Umbridge had over the students.
Satisfied, and believing that the students had gone silent because of her, Umbridge gave a sickly smile, and said "Onto the next scene then."
A/N: Thank you for reading the second chapter! I'm hopeful that the next chapter won't take quite as long to write as this one did- after all, this scene was pretty long. Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!