A/N – so I was going to write this over Christmas Break, but I couldn't remember which characters were which. I'm really glad I didn't try, because now that I look at the cast list I realize I would have gotten it horribly mixed up with The Burrow. (Another fanfic I haven't started with the same ideas but with different characters) Just to let you all know I do not own Harry Potter or Moulin Rouge, I just mushed them together in this delightful tale for all of you! So please review. : )

Ron, startled by Draco Malfoy falling unconscious through his roof now continues his story, "he was quickly joined by a short man dressed as a nun"

Harry Potter throws open the door to Ron's room. Ron stares.

"How do you do? My name is Harry James Potter!"

"What?" Ron said, still in shock, obviously.

Harry continues, "I'm terribly sorry about all this. We're just upstairs rehearsing a play."

"What?" Ron asked again, getting good at asking that one word.

A future Ron is seen now, righting this story, his memories, and he writes, "A play, something very modern called "Spectacular, Spectacular".

We cut back now to the memory taking place.

Harry explains with a slight lisp, "Its set in Switzerland!"

Cut back to the future Ron writing, "Unfortunately, the unconscious Slytherin suffered from a sickness called Narcolepsy."

Cut back to the current memory where Harry explains, "Perfectly fine one moment, then suddenly unconscious the next!"

Three other Bohemians are seen looking down through the hole Draco fell through.

George Weasley inquires about our favorite Slytherin, "How is he?

Dean Thomas, the apparent current writer for the other bohemians ranted, "Wonderful. Now the narcoleptic Slytherin is unconscious, and therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financier tomorrow."

George agreed, "He's right, Harry. I still have to finish the music."

"We'll just find someone to read the part," Harry suggested.

Dean looked at him bewildered, "Oh, where in heaven's name are we going to find someone to read the role of a young sensitive Swiss poet/goat herder?"

All eyes in the room turned to Ron.

Cut to the future Ron as he recalls the memory, "Before I knew it, I was upstairs standing in for the unconscious Slytherin."

Cut back to the memory. They were all now in Harry's studio rehearsing. Ron, now wearing Draco's costume of the Swiss poet/goat herder and holding a script, is standing on a ladder in front of a painted backdrop of the Alps. George is playing "The sound of music" on the absinthesiser. Draco, still unconscious, is laying rather sexily on the bed. Dean is overseeing the rehearsal.

Harry is standing in as the nun (which will be Hermione's part if the show is to be put on) and is in mid-song, "The hills animate with the euphonious symphonies of descant!"

Dean shrieks, "Oh stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

The music George is playing stops.

"Stop that insufferable droning. It's drowning out my words! Can't we just stick with a bit of decorative piano?" Dean complains.

Back to the future Ron who is righting about his memory, "There seemed to be artistic differences over Dean's lyrics to George's songs."

Cut back to the rehearsal.

Fred, who is looking quite aged adds in, "I don't think a nun would say that about a hill."

George suggests, "what if he sings 'the hills are vital, intoning the descant'?"

Harry disagrees, "No, no, no! The hills quake and shake…"

The aged Fred counters, "No! no, no, no! The hills…"

Suddenly Draco sits up, "The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodies!"

All look at Draco as he suddenly falls back to the bed unconscious and still quite sexy.

The aged Fred simply answers, "no."

Ron tries, "the hills…"

But he's interrupted by Harry, "No. The hills…"

Who is interrupted by Ron, "The hills…"

Harry tries to interrupt again, "the hills…"

The aged Fred creeps in, "The hills are chanting the eternal mantra…"

Ron keeps trying, "The hills are alive…"

George interjects with mindlessness, "Frank is living in my foot!"

The bohemians continue to argue incoherently about the lyrics of the song. Ron, still on the ladder, waves his arms to get their attention.

It fails, so instead he throws back his head and sings, quite wonderfully, "The hills are alive with the sound of muuuuusiiiiic!"

Everyone falls silent and stares at Ron. Draco suddenly jumps up.

"The hills are alive with the sound of music! I love it!" he says rather huskily.

Ron looks relieved, while the bohemians look thoughtful.

The aged Fred begins, "the hills…"

"…are alive…" Harry continues.

"…with the sound of music…it fits perfectly!" George exclaimed.

Encouraged, Ron continues, "With songs they have sung for a thousand yeeeaaars!"

Ron looks hopeful, the bohemians gasp.

"Incandiferous! Audrey, you two should right the show together!" Harry suggested.

"I beg your pardon?" Dean asked darkly.

Cut to future Ron writing about his memories, "But Harry's suggestion that Dean and I write the show together is not what Dean wanted to hear."

Back to Harry's studio.

"Goodbye!" shrieks Dean as he slams the door behind him.

The bohemians don't look troubled though.

"Here's to your first job in the Great Hall!" Harry toasted as he raised a glass of absinth to Ron who was still on the ladder.

Ron looks slightly confused.

George however is skeptical, "Harry, Neville will never agree," turning to Ron, "No offence, but have you ever written anything like this before?"

Ron replied, "no."

Draco suddenly exclaims, "Ah, the boy has talent!" He gestures wildly and his hand lands on Ron's crotch. Ron gasps.

Draco continues, "I like him!" He quickly removes his hand, "Nothing funny. I just like talent!"

Harry tries to convince George to let Ron write the show. Ron listens, curious.

"The hills are alive with the sound of music – see George, with Ron we can write the truly bohemian revolutionary show we've always dreamt of!" Harry exclaimed.

"But how will we convince Neville?" George asked.

Cut to future Ron who is writing his memory, "But Harry had a plan!"

Back to Harry's studio.

Harry whispered, "Hermione!"

Harry whispers his plan to the others as Ron tries to listen in.

Future Ron continued his memory, "They would dress me in Draco's best suit, and pass me off as a famous British wizard renown for his famous writing! Once Hermione heard my modern poetry she would be astounded and insist to Neville that I write "Spectacular, Spectacular"! The only problem was, that I kept hearing my father's voice in my head.

Cut rapidly between Arthur Weasley at the burrow, Harry with a glass of absinth, and Ron's eyes widening.

Arthur warns, "You'll end up wasting your life at the Great Hall with some can-can dancer!"

Back to Harry's studio.

"No, I can't write the show for the Great Hall!" Ron bolts to the ladder in the hole in the middle of the floor and tries to climb down. The others follow.

"Why not?" Harry asks.

Ron stops climbing down the ladder with his head just above the floor. The others crowd around, bending over to look at Ron.

Ron stammers, "I – I don't even know if I am a true Bohemian Revolutionary."

The others gasp, "What?"

Harry asks, "Do you believe in beauty?"

"Yes," answers Ron.

"Freedom?" Draco asked with that sexy smirk of his.

"Yes, of course." Ron answered again.

George asks, "Truth?"

"yes," again Ron answered.

"Love?" the aged Fred asked.

"Love? Love. Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendoured-thing, love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!" Ron answered excitedly.

The bohemians are impressed.

Harry tells Ron, "you can't fool us! You're the voice of the children of the revolution!"

Draco, George, and Fred agree, "We can't be fooled!"

They pull Ron back into Harry's studio.

Harry suggests, "let's drink to the new writer of the world's first bohemian revolutionary show!"

Cut back to the future Ron who continues to write out the memory, "It was the perfect plan. I was to audition for Hermione. And I would taste my first glass of Absinthe."

A/N oh my goodness so I think that's the longest chapter I have ever written. Seriously. I hoped everyone enjoyed it! I actually wanted to keep going, but it was getting quite long. I want to thank all of my reviewers! Your reviews mean so much to me! So please, everyone review, but most of all enjoy your fanfiction reading experience.