A/N: Wow… I got soooo many reviews last time for my new chapter! I was so happy you have no idea! Anyway… clears throat the song I used for this chapter is called Something's Coming from West Side Story. I also used Tomorrow later in the chapter which is obviously from Annie. Anyway, read and enjoy! Don't forget to review afterwards! I love seeing what songs you would like me to use and if any of you can think of more songs I would be glad to see what they are.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter nor anything else that may show up in this chapter. I do own a little bit of the plot but not much of it…
Harry Potter: A Hot New Musical!
Chapter 2- Something's Coming
"Thirty seconds till scene two!" came a shout and two boys dashed to the set. They were back to the boys dorm at Hogwarts set and were sitting casually on their own beds, talking. The curtain pulled back up and the audience applauded respectfully.
"So Harry…" Ron began somewhat nervously, "What do you suppose will happen this year at Hogwarts?" Harry started a bit.
"Déjà vu…" Harry thought to himself but followed Ron's lead. "Oh you know… the usual. Voldemort will try and kill me again, I'll beat him again by the skin of my teeth, you and Mione will fight like cats and dogs, and I figure Draco will complain about everything and use his father as a threat. The usual," Harry replied casually. Ron nodded and turned to listen to a few shouts coming from off stage. Suddenly Seamus and Dean rushed in looking flushed and excited.
"Someone's set off a dung bomb in the hallway and I think Filch is about to expel half the school. Come and see!" Seamus shouted in his thick Irish accent. Ron looked excited and turned to Harry.
"Come on then Harry! Let's go have a look!" Harry shook his head and motioned that Ron should go without him.
"I want some time alone to think Ron… you go ahead and give me a play-by-play when you get back!" Ron looked doubtful but went on ahead anyway. Harry seemed to stare off in space for a moment and music began to play softly.
"Could be… who knows…" Harry began quietly and slowly got to his feet. "There's something due any day, I will know right away soon as it shows," Harry suddenly jumped on Ron's bed and began to belt out loudly the next few words. "It could come cannon balling out of the sky, gleam in its eye bright as a rose!" Then Harry added thoughtfully, "Who knows?"
"Oh man Dean! That was a great move!" someone cried from downstairs and Harry figured that they had already moved onto a wizard's chess game.
"It's only just out of reach, down the block, on the beach, under a tree," Harry started softly, still standing on Ron's bed. Suddenly he vaulted off of the bed and landed on Ron's trunk instead. "I've got a feeling a miracle's due, gonna come true, coming to me!" Harry was amazed at how much his voice had improved just from the last scene. Maybe he was a natural? "Could it be? Yes it could. Something's coming, something good. If I can wait," Harry seemed to be calm until suddenly he back flipped off of the trunk and landed dramatically on the ground and reached his hand out as though trying to grab something. "With a click, with a shock, phone will jingle, door with knock. Open the latch! Something's coming don't know when but it's soon, catch the moon in a one handed catch!" Harry was now very into the song and singing as hard as he could. Now he had grabbed hold of one of his bed posts and was swinging off of it, trying to look thoughtful.
"Around the corner, or whistling down the river. Come on deliver to me. Will it be? Yes it will. Maybe just by holding still it will be there," Harry turned and climbed onto an overturned chair that just happened to be laying there.
"Come on something, come on in, don't be shy, meet a guy, pull up a chair. The air is humming, and something great is coming. Who knows, it's only just out of reach, down the block, on the beach. Maybe tonight…" Harry trailed off softly and slowly backed off the chair until he was on his own bed again, sitting. It actually almost looked as though nothing had happened. There came heavy, pounding footsteps on the stairs and Harry snapped out of his trance to greet his friends.
"Ah man Harry you totally missed it! Filch nearly ripped poor Colin's head off because Colin said that maybe the dung bomb was an accident. You should have seen the look on the poor bloke's face! Classic!" Suddenly Ron noticed that Harry wasn't really paying attention and got worried. "You okay Harry? You seem a bit quieter than usual." Harry's head jerked and he looked at Ron as though just noticing he was there.
"Oh yeah… I'm find Ron… I just keep getting this feeling… that something is gonna be happening soon. I've had it all day." Ron's brow furrowed a little bit as he watched Harry closely. The audience too seemed curious, though thoroughly aware of the fact that Harry was having the feeling that something was coming.
"Like what? What do you think is coming?" Ron asked, sounding a little frustrated.
"I dunno… something big… something great… and something terrible… I can't really sum the feeling up in one word," Harry said, struggling with wording his emotions.
"Hmm… it sounds like you've been hanging out too long with Trewlany. Honestly Harry, a feeling that something's going to happen?" Ron said skeptically. Harry shook his head.
"You're probably right… but what if I said that I had a feeling that a grand piano was about to land on your head?" Harry said tauntingly. Ron pretended to look shocked.
"Well then I would say that I should listen to your feelings a little more," Ron laughed and shoved Harry in the shoulder. "Come on, enough moping about something that might not even happen yet! Maybe this year at Hogwarts will be reasonably quiet for a change?" Ron said hopefully. Harry looked doubtful and depressed again. Ron knew that he had to have another tactic.
"The sun will come out, tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun!" Ron sang seriously, actually meaning what he was saying. Harry just sat with a look of disbelief on his face. "The sun will come out, tomorrow! Wipe away all the cobwebs and the sorrow," Ron began again but Harry quickly quieted him.
"Okay… thank you! I feel so much better now! God bless you Ron for your wonderful ideas! Let's go do something else beside listen to yourself sing that terrifying song!" Harry cried desperately, concealing a laugh.
"Come what may! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I'll love ya tomorrow! You're only a day away! T…" Ron started to sing again, now in a joking tone and throwing his hands around dramatically. Harry laughed and wrestled Ron's hands down to his sides.
"Come on, lets go play some sort of wizard game before you go completely insane," Harry laughed.
"Kay, just let put this book back… wait a minute. Why are there footprints all over my trunk?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged and headed offstage. The curtain pulled shut and the audience clapped, partly because they were truly entertained and partly out of politeness. Who was this Voldermort fellow anyway?
