Okay I don't own Harry Potter or any of the following songs. I'll post another disclaimer at the bottom so I don't give away the songs. There is a swear word in here so be weary. You might want to read the Author's note at the end of the chapter.
Hogwart's Idols
The day would turn out to be slow and excruciating. The teachers had magicked up an extra room to wait for the auditions. It was white with little sound proof booths to practice in and tables to eat at. (Though you can't imagine that any would want to eat with the nerves they had) There were a couple supervisors and some calming drought for those who were….less successful. It was plain room mostly, but for some, it was the room before a living nightmare.
A monitor read off a few of the rules, "Only a short verse of a song. No complaining to or harassing the judges. After the audition you have five minutes to pack your things and leave the waiting room to make room for others. The results will be posted in a few days for the next level. Good luck!"
The judges sat at a long table in the now empty Great Hall. A couple microscopic cameras floating in the air, but were out of sight for the uneasy students. The judges were the teachers and one very popular producer. Cate Greenly had messy blond hair with loose fitting clothes over her slightly big frame, not much caring for looks.
"Who's first?" She asked, a coffee-fueled smile on her face. McGonagall put on her glasses and looked at her list.
"Ginerva Weasley." As soon as she said it, Ginny walked quickly through the door, her foot-steps echoing against the walls. She was dressed in her usual uniform with her hair falling in red ringlets.
"Just a little bit of a song." McGonagall reminded her. She nodded and took a deep breath, nerves overcoming her poise from the week before. She began shakily, soon being able to sooth out the words as she became accustomed to the circumstances.
"Fever, when you kiss me
Fever, when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
Fever all through the night
You give me fever"
"Thank-you, Ginerva. It could have been smoother, but well done. Next?" Cate said distractedly. Ginny blinked, no more feedback? She blushed, thinking that they would sign her up instantly for a record deal. Walking out with a bowed head and a blushing face, she got a taste of what the show truly was. Emotionally brutal.
Dean sang an old Irish tune that was so shaky and slurred that the words couldn't be made out. Seamus did a nice up-beat tune that had words to a slow song that was famous a few years back. It seemed all confidence failed for all. Students walked in pale faced and walked out even paler.
Luna was walking slowly around the waiting room. Doing a twirl here and there, but mostly she was out of it. People told her she was weird for doing this, but she could do what she wanted and they couldn't control her. She was humming a little tune and was arranging her beaded hair when she was called to go into the room
"Miss Lovegood, you may begin." McGonagall said drearily. Luna noticed that the new witch was eyeing her strangely and she gave a serene smile. Her voice came out soft and silky, dreamlike. While it was quite unexpected from Cate, it was no wonder for the professors who saw her otherworldly state everyday.
"You used to captivate me
by your resonating light
now I'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts
my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away
all the sanity in me"
The judges were quiet. Her voice was nearly eerie, but with a touch of sweetness. It wasn't the best they had heard. But it wasn't terribly horrible. Snape motioned for her to leave, disliking her presence all of a sudden. A couple teachers managed to give her a smile, but were silent.
Draco was next, choosing to sing a darker tune, much like Luna. He was more of an alto; his voice loud and piercing. He came out smirking, making everyone groan at the thought of Draco being good at this. That would be too much to bear. Other students went in nervous, some coming out crying or laughing. It depended on the singer really, but, of course, we knew that.
Later in the afternoon was Hermione's turn. She gave a quick smile to her friends and recieved smiles in return. Her shoes clicked across the floor as she made her way to the judges table
"You may begin whenever, Miss Granger." McGonagall said. Hermione fiddled with the buttons on her robe and then began softly.
"Your beauty is beyond compare,
with flaming locks of Auburn hair
with Ivory skin
and eyes of emerald green
your smile is like a breath of spring,
your voice is soft like summer rain
and I cannot compete with you, Jolene."
She broke off, a bit relieved it was all over and worried about how she did.The judges smiled encouragingly and, with a comment of "good", motioned for her to leave. The new witch hardly noticed her, choosing instead to twirl a spoon through her tea. Hermione came out shaking with both anger and frustration at herself and the judges.
"I wanted to be good and I know I wasn't. Oh, it was terrible!" Her words weren't exactly easing to the students around them, who now seemed about to run. Ron ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her shaking body.
"Hermione, it's over!" He said. She nodded and noticed a particularly frightened fifth year that looked like he was going to wet his pants. Before she could encourage the kid, it was his turn. Well done, Hermione, well done.
"Leigh Stump?" The old witch croaked out another name. A student with purple-dyed hair walked into the room. Ron fiddled with his thumbs. He hadn't been called yet and the room was near empty. Harry was dozing in the chair beside him and it seemed everyone else in their grade were gone. He thought about practicing his song, but decided against it. Better not over do it.
The student with purple hair, (Was her name Leigh Stump?), walked out. A satisfied smile on her face. He walked casually over to her, putting an elbow against the wall where she was packing her bag.
"So, how'd it go?" He asked coolly. He expected bragging, maybe a quick demo of her talent that she promised just with her smile.
She smiled, "Well, if arguing with that bitch of a witch means going well, I've excelled." She had a weird accent, he couldn't place it though. This was not the reaction he was expecting.
"Oh, they were hard on you? Was the, um, person the new witch?" He asked, his cool gone.
"No, she was Snape! Of course, she was the new witch! She said I sang too low and I'd never make it." She put on a black trucker hat with the word "Original" across the front. She smirked at him and left, disappearing behind the heavy door leading back into the school.
"Ronald Weasley?" The witch croaked. He got up, adjusted his robes and went in as calm as possible. It was a long walk to the table and he lost a bit of his cool every step of the way.
"Whenever you're ready, Mr. Weasley." Flickwick squeaked. The teachers had their pens at the ready to write down the results of Ron's audition.
Ron then began to sing:
"Go ahead as you waste your days left thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you've had your share of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
these hands are meant to hold
Speak to me."
"Well done. A bit pitchy but I take that's because you're nervous. You may go." McGonagall said. Ron felt eternally grateful that she had broken the silence and was even more grateful when he got to go. Hermione was right; it was terrible to endure. He was glad to go back to the common room.
The last one of the new day was Harry. He was more nervous than he ever remembered being in his life. He didn't care about it before and now he was a wreck. Maybe he should turn back, did he have time? Not without looking like a fool. He closed his eyes and parted his lips to sing, trying to ignore the judges and the rest of the world.
"Honey, why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk ri-ight now.
Honey, why you crying?
Is every-thing okay?
Gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud."
"Excellent, Mr. Potter." The new witch smiled at him from under her glasses, "You're the boy who defeated Voldemort? Oh, what a surprise to viewers everywhere!"
"We will be judging on singing, Ms. Greenly, not on popularity," McGonagall said sharply, "well done, Mr. Potter." Harry thought he saw a glimpse of a proud smile before she checked something on the parchment.
"You may go." Snape said coldly before he too checked something off.
"So, do you think you'll get in?" Dean asked glumly later that night. The rest of the common room shrugged and sighed, most sadly. Dreams were crushed and hopes torn to pieces by the lack of commenting and the insults that were given to the students.
"How'd you do?" Ron sat down next to Harry by the fire.
"Fair enough." Harry said. Ginny and Hermione nodded before leaving the common room. The usual mood of the room was gone and everyone was just ready to end the day with sleep. Some of the students were somewhat joyful with their results, but it withered in the sadness of their friends.
Magical Idol was going to be tougher than they could have imagined.
A/N: I don't own Fever (Peggy Lee), Lips of an Angel (Hinder version), Jolene (Dolly Parton), Move Along (All American-Rejects) or Immortal (Evanesce). I will accept requests for songs because it'd be easier to know what is liked or known. Just pm me with it or put it in a review. But I can handle it if you don't want to. Next chapter is the results and a couple surprises.