Chapter Two

Harry cursed under his breath as he saw the paper on the announcement board. It had been 2 weeks since the Hogwarts Idol announcement, he thought it would've died down now.

But no, here was McGonagall, trying to lift the fear from the students. Hell it was working, but he still thought it was stupid. And now it read that tryouts would be held the following week for all participants. It was a private tryout in the Staff Lounge.

Harry banged his head against the wall until he began to get dizzy. This week would be hell. Non stop people would be singing throughout the school and he would have no escape, even Ginny was becoming a Hogwarts Idol groupie.

"Uh, Harry if you have a headache you could always see Madame Pomfrey, banging your head doesn't help." Said a worried voice behind him.

Harry lifted his head, "Huh? Why are there two of you, Hermione?"

Hermione grabbed his elbow and pulled him to the arm chair. "OH Harry I don't understand why you're so upset."

"Well for one, the tryouts for Hogwarts Idol are next week." Harry said groaning as Hermione held his head in her hands.

"WHAT!" she dropped Harry 's head which now hit the wooden arm rest. "Why didn't you tell me before, I have to practice!" with that she practically flew out of the common room.

"Well thanks for concern!" he shouted angrily after her. Man, why was this thing so important.

Ron walked in. Harry was taken aback, even with his head hurting he knew it was too early for Ron to get up on a Saturday.

"Why was she in a hurry?" Ron asked pointing after Hermione.

"Oh, tryouts for that damn Idol thing." He mumbled.

"Oh." He said.

Harry smiled, finally some one who wasn't obsessed about it. He knew Ron wouldn't abandon him.

"I have to… go now, ok." Ron said quickly.

Or so Harry thought he wouldn't abandon him.

"Oh and you have a bump on your head." Ron said turning around.

"So do you think American Idiot is a good song to sing or Stupids will Survive?" Ginny asked.

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Um… I think both are offending."

Ginny scowled, "Fine don't have to act like your so great just because I picked wrong songs."

Harry was about to response when she threw another question at him.

"So do you think Color's of the Wind is good?" She asked.

Harry was staring at his potions home work and tuned out for a moment. "Huh what?"

"Sheesh Harry! When I want your attention, suddenly homework is more important." Ginny screeched.

"But-,"

"I ask you one question, but no, you don't care that its important to me."

"I-,"

"Gosh you are like a Grinch, but of Hogwarts Idol!" with that she stomped away.

"Well yeah! So you like the color BLUE!" Harry called after her.

He stopped. "Blue? Man, is this Idol thing brainwashing everyone?" He paced the empty common room until he was certain he had done the compulsory 20 minute walk needed for a good exercise.

Ginny's words came back to him. Then it hit him.

"Thanks Ginny."

He was going to literally become the Grinch of Hogwarts Idol.