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A/N: Read tha chapter title!!!!!!! Durs! AND REVIEW! Reviewing is our friend, boys and girls. Lolz.
Summary: See A/N
HI Everybody! Guess what? I wasn't a disgrace @ tha volleyball championship! Yayz! I hit it over the net! Aight, here it is.
7 years later (dun, dun, dun!)…
Coira hit the last note on her keyboard and looked up into the cheering faces of her former classmates. She couldn't believe her success. Coira didn't even think she'd make in through Hogwarts, let alone become famous. Yes, now Coira was a famous wizarding soul singer. In fact, she was one of the few there were.
Coira stepped down from the stage to join everybody. People actually remembered her. Weird. Some said congrats to her while a few just said hi. Others talked with her for a bit, and even a few wanted autographs for their kids. She didn't have long to chat because she was cohosting the reunion with Harry Potter. They were the "most successful" of their class. You could say that because she was a good bit successful. Her life did have ups and downs naturally, but she didn't have to live in a cardboard box or anything. She finally got to meet Alicia Keys. It was the best moment of her life. Even more so than winning 6 Pixies. Pixies were the wizarding form of the Grammys.
As she stepped up onto the stage with Harry, everything stopped. Coira looked around to try and spot a few familiar faces. That was the down of being famous. You meet so many people that their faces just became a blur.
The music stopped, and all eyes were on her and Harry. Her stage fright had pretty much gone away, but not completely. Harry, thank God, started it off.
"Welcome. Everyone!" He said into his wand, and a magically magnified voice came out. "Now, before we continue with this amazing celebration, we have to give out a few awards." Oh great. Coira didn't think she would be talking much because of her accent, but she was wrong. SHE was supposed to announce the awards, too.
"First," Harry said, "for the most unlikely couple to get together. Coira? The nominees please?"
"If I must." Coira said in her witty, sarcastic voice. "The nominees. Hey. I'm on here. I went out with him? You sure? Anywho, OoOoOo nicknames. Okay Bad-boy Ron Weasley with Good girl Hermione Granger. Sneak-about Draco Malfoy with Tell-it-like-it-is Eloise Midgen. Secret Superstar Coira Minoïr oh thanks, with all-out-but-no-talent Dean Thomas. That's nice! And Dark- and-mysterious Harry Potter with Funloving, no-secrets Ginny Weasley. DARK AD MYSTERIOUS? Yeah rite! Okay, can I have a drumroll please? And the winner is… BAD-BOY RON WEASLEY WITH GOOD-GIRL HERMIONE GRANGER!" There was applause as the embarrassed couple came up to claim their prize.
The night went on with such awards as "most original profession" which went to Seamus Finnigan, who sold bewitched muggle items. There was also "most likely to get a bazillion Galleons" which went to Coira, since she already was rich. And "Most likely to return to Hogwarts, but not for retaking a course." That went to both Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom. Neville taught Herbology and Hermione taught Transfiguration. There were many, many more.
The night passed on. Coira caught up with pretty much everybody, well everybody that she wanted to. She sat with harry, Ron, and Hermione for a bit. They weren't close friends, but they knew each other and got along. They were cracking up that Draco and Eloise got together because Draco teased her so badly in their school days. Then Hermione said, "Everyone, guess what? I'm engaged! Ron, wipe that look off your face. I'm engaged to you, remember? Oh, Coira. I was wondering. I would really love it if, er, but I'm sure you're busy…"
"I would love to sing at your wedding. I mean if it wasn't for you, nobody would have noticed me." "Really? If it wasn't for us?" "Well, yeah. Remember? When I was playing then you two barged in when you…" "Oh, yes. No need to remind anyone." Hermione said embarrassed.
Dean actually came up to Coira and asked her out. She said okay, but not near Pavarti. She worked for Witch Weekly, and she was as bad as that Rita Skeeter girl was. I wonder what happened to her. Oh well, good riddance. Coira definitely knew about Witch Weekly. They keep putting dirt on her in it at least once a month.
There was 15 minutes left of the ball. Harry went up onto the stage. Coira looked over at Ron and Hermione, and they both had faces that were egging him on.
"Excuse me? OI! EVERYBODY! Thank you. Well, as you all know, we have a star in our midst." Coira tried to find an escape route, but she failed. Oh wonderful! "I remember that lovely April day when she blessed us all with her voice. I feel tears." People snickered at his comment. "I was wondering, my dear Coira, if you would bless us again with that same sweet song, that oddly enough, everyone present can relate to? It would mean so much." The speech was so pathetic that she couldn't say no. It was odd because Coira loved performing. She stepped up onto the stage, took the mike, and began that same sweet song, that started it all.
Right now I feel like a bird,
Caged without a key.
Everyone comes to stare at me
With so much joy and reverie.
They don't know how I feel inside.
Through my smile, I cry.
They don't what they're doing to me,
Keeping me from flying
That's why I say that
I know why the caged bird sings.
Only joy comes from song.
She's so rare and beautiful to others.
Why don't I just set her free
So she can fly, fly, fly
Spreading her wings and her song?
Let her fly, fly, fly
The whole world to see…
A/N El fin! Y did I sae dat? I take French! The good-girl bad-boy thing I got from some other fanfic. I forget the name. That's gonna bug me! Grr! Invader Zim rules! I'm watching it rite now. O God! A 14 year old watchin Invader Zim. I NEED A LIFE! Pleez Review! Luvandsmoochez!
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A/N: Read tha chapter title!!!!!!! Durs! AND REVIEW! Reviewing is our friend, boys and girls. Lolz.
Summary: See A/N
HI Everybody! Guess what? I wasn't a disgrace @ tha volleyball championship! Yayz! I hit it over the net! Aight, here it is.
7 years later (dun, dun, dun!)…
Coira hit the last note on her keyboard and looked up into the cheering faces of her former classmates. She couldn't believe her success. Coira didn't even think she'd make in through Hogwarts, let alone become famous. Yes, now Coira was a famous wizarding soul singer. In fact, she was one of the few there were.
Coira stepped down from the stage to join everybody. People actually remembered her. Weird. Some said congrats to her while a few just said hi. Others talked with her for a bit, and even a few wanted autographs for their kids. She didn't have long to chat because she was cohosting the reunion with Harry Potter. They were the "most successful" of their class. You could say that because she was a good bit successful. Her life did have ups and downs naturally, but she didn't have to live in a cardboard box or anything. She finally got to meet Alicia Keys. It was the best moment of her life. Even more so than winning 6 Pixies. Pixies were the wizarding form of the Grammys.
As she stepped up onto the stage with Harry, everything stopped. Coira looked around to try and spot a few familiar faces. That was the down of being famous. You meet so many people that their faces just became a blur.
The music stopped, and all eyes were on her and Harry. Her stage fright had pretty much gone away, but not completely. Harry, thank God, started it off.
"Welcome. Everyone!" He said into his wand, and a magically magnified voice came out. "Now, before we continue with this amazing celebration, we have to give out a few awards." Oh great. Coira didn't think she would be talking much because of her accent, but she was wrong. SHE was supposed to announce the awards, too.
"First," Harry said, "for the most unlikely couple to get together. Coira? The nominees please?"
"If I must." Coira said in her witty, sarcastic voice. "The nominees. Hey. I'm on here. I went out with him? You sure? Anywho, OoOoOo nicknames. Okay Bad-boy Ron Weasley with Good girl Hermione Granger. Sneak-about Draco Malfoy with Tell-it-like-it-is Eloise Midgen. Secret Superstar Coira Minoïr oh thanks, with all-out-but-no-talent Dean Thomas. That's nice! And Dark- and-mysterious Harry Potter with Funloving, no-secrets Ginny Weasley. DARK AD MYSTERIOUS? Yeah rite! Okay, can I have a drumroll please? And the winner is… BAD-BOY RON WEASLEY WITH GOOD-GIRL HERMIONE GRANGER!" There was applause as the embarrassed couple came up to claim their prize.
The night went on with such awards as "most original profession" which went to Seamus Finnigan, who sold bewitched muggle items. There was also "most likely to get a bazillion Galleons" which went to Coira, since she already was rich. And "Most likely to return to Hogwarts, but not for retaking a course." That went to both Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom. Neville taught Herbology and Hermione taught Transfiguration. There were many, many more.
The night passed on. Coira caught up with pretty much everybody, well everybody that she wanted to. She sat with harry, Ron, and Hermione for a bit. They weren't close friends, but they knew each other and got along. They were cracking up that Draco and Eloise got together because Draco teased her so badly in their school days. Then Hermione said, "Everyone, guess what? I'm engaged! Ron, wipe that look off your face. I'm engaged to you, remember? Oh, Coira. I was wondering. I would really love it if, er, but I'm sure you're busy…"
"I would love to sing at your wedding. I mean if it wasn't for you, nobody would have noticed me." "Really? If it wasn't for us?" "Well, yeah. Remember? When I was playing then you two barged in when you…" "Oh, yes. No need to remind anyone." Hermione said embarrassed.
Dean actually came up to Coira and asked her out. She said okay, but not near Pavarti. She worked for Witch Weekly, and she was as bad as that Rita Skeeter girl was. I wonder what happened to her. Oh well, good riddance. Coira definitely knew about Witch Weekly. They keep putting dirt on her in it at least once a month.
There was 15 minutes left of the ball. Harry went up onto the stage. Coira looked over at Ron and Hermione, and they both had faces that were egging him on.
"Excuse me? OI! EVERYBODY! Thank you. Well, as you all know, we have a star in our midst." Coira tried to find an escape route, but she failed. Oh wonderful! "I remember that lovely April day when she blessed us all with her voice. I feel tears." People snickered at his comment. "I was wondering, my dear Coira, if you would bless us again with that same sweet song, that oddly enough, everyone present can relate to? It would mean so much." The speech was so pathetic that she couldn't say no. It was odd because Coira loved performing. She stepped up onto the stage, took the mike, and began that same sweet song, that started it all.
Right now I feel like a bird,
Caged without a key.
Everyone comes to stare at me
With so much joy and reverie.
They don't know how I feel inside.
Through my smile, I cry.
They don't what they're doing to me,
Keeping me from flying
That's why I say that
I know why the caged bird sings.
Only joy comes from song.
She's so rare and beautiful to others.
Why don't I just set her free
So she can fly, fly, fly
Spreading her wings and her song?
Let her fly, fly, fly
The whole world to see…
A/N El fin! Y did I sae dat? I take French! The good-girl bad-boy thing I got from some other fanfic. I forget the name. That's gonna bug me! Grr! Invader Zim rules! I'm watching it rite now. O God! A 14 year old watchin Invader Zim. I NEED A LIFE! Pleez Review! Luvandsmoochez!
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