I figured I better post another chapter, if only to answer some reviews and explain that I couldn't think of anything else for Seasons of Love. More dialouge that I actually made up in this chapter!

osruigal126: Yes, Mimi, I know who you are. And yes, you can.

potter06: Thanks! But I didn't originally come up with the idea. I'm not sure who did.

Yemi Hikari: Not offended. But I will (in this chapter) try to clear the story.

Liah Cauthon: No, sorry. I'm not sure if it was a typo, but what's KH?

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I forgot to post this but this is AU. I don't even know what that is, but it's obviously AU. Another Universe? I don't know.

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Aaand-this is a combo of movie and musical. I changed it. So there will be the songs from the musical, but in movie order. I think. Or I'll just make it up. But ANYWAY-I put Seasons of Love at the beginning. It seems the best place for this fic.

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"Stupid, stupid guitar..." mutters Harry, plucking at the offending object. Perhaps in retaliation, a string breaks. "Damn!"

"Language, Potter," I say, focusing my camera on him. He glares at me, so I focus the camera on myself.

"Our story begins on Christmas Eve. I'm Ron, and this is my roommate, Harry." I turn the camera around to face a swearing Harry, then quickly focus on myself again. "We live in a small loft-"

"Micro-sized," mutters Harry.

"-on the corner of 11th street and Avenue B." I continue, glaring at Harry.

"We dropped out of school when we were 16, moving out here. The magical world has seemed to forgotten about us, and where we are, since we were stripped of our wands when we dropped out. Alone and without magic, we're starving and cold, because we have no heat." I shrug, then turn the camera on Harry, grinning.

"Smile!"

"Oh, God-"

"December 24th, 9 PM, Eastern Standard Time." I film around Harry, who rolls his eyes and mutters "Filmmakers."

"From here on in- I heard that!- I shoot without a script." I sigh.

"See if anything comes of it."

"'Stead of your old shit." smirks Harry, successfully changing his guitar string, then attempting to tune.

I glare at him. "First shot-Harry!"

"Why, why-?" the guitar blasts out some nasty-sounding notes

"-tuning the Fender guitar he hasn't played in a year!"

"This won't TUNE!" yells Harry in frustration as another bad note comes out.

"So we hear." I smirk, then duck as he throws a pillow in my direction.

"Missed! OW!" His second one hits me in th face.

"Who was supposed to be the Keeper?"

Okay. Now I'm mad. "He's just comin' back from half a year of withdrawal!"

Harry throws his head up, but keeps trying to tune. "Look, are you talkin' to me? HA!" The note comes out right.

"Not at all!" I say innocently. "Are you ready?"

"Whatever."

"Hold that focus steady."

"That's YOUR job." he groans.

"Tell the folks at home-"

"What folks?"

"-what you're doin', Harry!"

He sighs. "I'm ATTEMPTING to write one great song-"

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!

"The phone rings." I groan. There goes my shot.

"SAVED!" crows Harry. I glare at him.

"Not yet, my friend. We screen-zoom in on the answering machine."

"Uh oh-"

SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

My mother's voice comes on the speakerphone, accompainied by the noise of at least twenty other people. Harry and I groan simultaneously. My family has extended. A lot.

"Well! That was a very loud beep!" says my mother's voice. I slouch on the couch next to Harry.

" Oh, I don't even know if this is working. Ron? RON? Are you there? Are you screening your calls? It's mum!"

"I figured." I mutter. Harry smirks.

"We wanted to call and say we love you! And we'll miss you tomorrow! Bill and Charlie and the twins and...well, everyone but you, Percy and Gin-" her voice breaks. I know how she feels. Harry does too. His face goes all wierd and he picks at his guitar half-heartedly. I wince.

"-your family is here, they send their love-oh! I hope you like the hot plate!" she seems to have cheered up. "Just don't leave it on, dear, when you leave the house, or loft, or whatever it is. Oh, and Ron? We're sorry to hear that Lavender dumped you. I say c'est la vie! So let her be a lesbian...there are other fishies in the sea! Love Mom!"

"Wow."

I shake my head and continue to film. "Tell the folks at home what you're doing Harry!" He picks himself up a bit.

"I'm TRYING to write one great song-"

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

I sigh. "The phone rings.

"Yesssss!" I glare at him. He smirks and continues plucking his guitar.

"We screen-"

SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

A familiar voice sounds over the phone. "Chestnuts roasting-"

"SEAMUS!" Harry and I exclaim as I pick up the phone.

"I'm downstairs." he explains. I smile. "Hey!"

He sounds confused. "Harry picked up the phone?!"

"No, it's me."

"Just kiddin'. Throw down the key." I do so, grinning at him. Seamus, along with a bunch of other people from Hogwarts, moved down here with us, and we quickly became friends once we relaized that the magic had been what was holding us from being friends. Now he's one of us. He's one of the self-proclaimed bohemians.

"A wild night is now pre-ordained!" I say to Harry excitedly. Seamus has changed a LOT. He's discovered a love of alcohol and partying. It's what he does.

I hear wierd noises, like someone grunting and laughing, then Seamus' weak voice. "I may be detained-"

Dial tone. "What does he mean...?" I ask Harry as the phone rings agin. He shrugs. I pick up the phone.

"What do you mean, detained?"

"Ho ho ho!" comes my brother's cheerful voice. We groan.

"Percy!" I say cheerfully. "Shit." says Harry. I shush him.

"Dudes, I'm on my way-"

"Great!" I say. "Fuck." mutters Harry. I glare at him.

"I need the rent."

Stop! Wait. Go back. Rewind. "What rent?"

I hear a sigh on the other line."This past year's rent which I let slide!"

WHAT? "Let slide? You said we were 'golden'!"

Harry grabs the phone. "When you bought the building?"

"When we were roommates?" I grab the phone back.

Harry takes it again. "Remember - you lived here!?"

Percy laughs. "How could I forget? You, me, Seamus and Lavender." Pause. "How is the drama queen?"

Oh no. Here we go. "Umm...She's performing tonight." I say nervously.

Percy sighs. "Yeah, I know! But, still her production manager?"

Shit. I sigh. "Well...two days ago I was bumped."

A snigger from Harry. A glare from still dating her?"

Here we go. "Okay, last month I was dumped!"

"She's in loooove!" singsongs Harry, grabbing the phone. I yank it back.

Percy sounds surprised. "She got a new man?"

Oh, fuck. "Well...um...no..."

Percy laughs. "What's his name?"

"Parvati." But someone says it with me. "Harry!" I whisper-scream. He smirks.

Silence. Then Percy bursts into laughter. I sigh. Once he calms down, he informs us that "Rent, my amigos, is due. Or I will have to evict you. Be there in a few."

Dial tone. I sigh and hang up. Harry goes back to play his guitar. He plugs it into his ampifier.

Muesetta's Waltz. Again. Doo dodo do do dooo, do do do do-

Silence. The lights flicker out. I light a candle, hold it up to my face, and turn on my camera.

"The power blows."

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