AN: I own nothing, but by Merlin I wish this was canon sometimes

AN2: This one shot has been rattling around in my head for a while… Scott Pilgrim versus the world comes to mind if you need something to compare it to before reading. It's very short, but I had a lot of fun writing it.

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Harry Potter and the Order of Sound

Dark clouds rolled in over the castle and rain started pouring down from the heavens as Voldemort's army stormed its way up the rapidly muddying front path. Just as they approached the doors of the castle a violent throbbing bass note rocked the entire grounds and the castle doors were blown clean off their hinges, spinning away into the massed ranks of death eaters.

In the doorway stood a solitary figure dressed in tight leather and bearing an electric bass guitar. Long black shaggy hair hung down in front of their face the fret board of the guitar was still smoking from the force of the concussion it had just unleashed. Stunned into silence for a moment the attacking force halted its charge and stood stock still in confusion and the faintest traces of fear.

The figure raised a one hand in the classic rocker's horns for a moment before bringing it down across the guitar once more, and from that guitar came a sound so incredibly metal that the ears of every death eater immediately began to bleed.

The metallic silver instrument started to pulse out notes in physical waves that battered against the massed ranks of darkness like buffets of gale force wind. The notes started low and throbbing in a baritone pitch but slowly rose to a trembling bass rumble. Then from the darkness of the castle another figure came forwards even as the death eaters were still trying to stand against the magical power of the first rocker.

The second figure was dressed in leather too, but this one had a shock of buzz cut red hair and was wielding an electric guitar. He too brought his hand down on his instrument and a distorted melodic beat of speed and power blasted forth from the magical instrument and all around the courtyard the death eaters began clutching at their ears and falling to the ground in awe of the incredibly wicked tones.

A copy of the second rocker descended from the ceiling of the great hall behind a set of drums and without further ado began pounding out a furious and rapid rhythm that flattened the death eaters to the ground. Only Voldemort himself was still standing in the face of such awesome brutality. Finally a female figure strode from the entrance hall, her dark brown hair falling down her back in elegant curls, thigh high leather boots adorned her feet over black tights and her bust threatened to burst forth from the corset that was only just barely holding it in check.

She ran her hand over the bassist's cheek before bringing up one fingerless black gloved hand holding a mic stand and planted it at her feet before loosing the most incredibly sexy sound anyone had ever heard. Her voice was dirty and coarse as it crooned filthy things into the mic. That was as much as Voldemort's gay mind could handle and he was obliterated into a oily black smear on the cobbles as the power of muggle music flooded the courtyard.

From that day forth there would only be one band the magical world ever listened to on the wireless again, and that would be The Order of Sound.