Taking the World by Storm
Harry strode onto stage. His robes billowed behind him, and his large boots clipped softly on the wooden floor. He stepped toward the microphone, to tumultuous applause.
Hermione and Ron followed, each stepping out to their own applause and their appropriate section of the stage. Neville followed shortly after, waving as a burst of noise erupted from the crowd. He sat down behind his drumset, its red and gold finish glowing in the light.
Harry strapped on his guitar. An X-shaped guitar, with an orange lightning bolt traveling across the middle of the pickguard. He pushed his glasses back up to his nose, and waited for his band to get the cue. Hermione had a brandy coloured guitar and was standing to the left of Harry, and behind, looking nervous.
Ron, who played bass, was rapidly tuning his guitar. The crowd was growing slightly restless, but rejoiced in the noise of Ron's tuning. They were hungry for blood, Harry mused. He never expected his little project to develop such a fanbase.
Neville started in a drum solo, restless himself, while he waited for Ron to finish tuning. The lights focused in on him, and he began to move almost as a blur. Mind you, he had bewitched several extra drumsticks to play while he used two of them by hand. The crowd exploded in cheers. After having proved to be a giant badass by beheading Voldemort's snake, Neville had become everlastingly popular, not least because of his skills behind the drumset.
As Neville pounded on, like since having become a blur of limbs, Ron had finished tuning. He stepped up to the microphone, the spotlight outlining every drop of moisture in his hear. He brushed it back off his forehead, pushed his lips into the mic, and with the tremelo of an Austin man, spoke "From the bottom of my soul, man, we are Wizards baby, and we have just begun".
The crowd road and Neville counted them in with his sticks, his drum solo having just ended.
Harry began to play. Of course, Wizards could do things two ways. They could hold the chords with their fingers and play with a pick, or they could use their wand and spice things up.
Since half the band were into Muggle music, Harry did a bit of both. He would use magic for the solos, which occasionally caused fits and face-melting. They kept a team of highly-trained rapid response Mediwizards at each show just in case.
And the timing was coming for a solo. Harry could feel the anticipation building in the crowd. When Madam Rosmerta through her panties at Ron, he knew it was time to go.
The rest of the bands could take a slight breather while Harry worked through the solo, flicking his wand rapidly in complex movements. He didn't even need to hold the guitar, the strap kept it up, and the wand movements he was making were causing the strings to be pushed down with such force that they would occasionally break. A quick reparo here and there set everything right again. His wand was a blur, as the solo became so fast it moved into the hypersonic realm of sound. The Creevey brothers both fainted, and Harry began to wind down the solo. Nevertheless, someone in the back seemed to have had their eyes melted, and Harry rolled his eyes. Lightweights, he thought, with a rueful smile.
While Harry was wrapping up his solo, Hermione was shooting Ron scathing glances as he continued to appreciate the underwear thrown at his feet. She knew he enjoyed the added attention, but she didn't want him getting any ideas all the same. Ron glanced up at her sheepishly and readied his bass to play again.
Harry had decided to call the band A Lightning Bolt Scar as they were all brought here together by a lightning bolt scar, Harry's, in fact. Harry was sweating profusely, quite exhausted between playing guitar by hand and the mental exertion required to make someone's eyes melt from their sockets with the power of sound.
He noticed an attractive red head grinning up at him. Ginny Weasley winked at him and he stood, there breathing heavily, as the song finished. He saw Percy in the back giving him a long, searching look.
And then, with a wave, they started the next song. Draco Malfoy was up next. Harry put a little extra power into his guitar playing. Old grudges die hard, as they say.
And that's it.
A few things need to be said about this. First, Paul Degeorge, of Harry and the Potters, does actually own the guitar I described Harry as using. It's the coolest thing on earth. Second, Ron's words at the beginning are actually from a man from Austin, Brad Neely. You can hear him saying the same thing in the trailer for an excellent documentary called 'We Are Wizards'. Youtube it. It's amazing. Finally, A Lightning Bolt Scar is a real wizard rock band from Pennsylvania, and they're amazing. Please google them as well, they make great music.
And that's about it, thanks for reading, dear readers, 21 chapters later. After 3 chapters and no response, I'd all but given up on this thing. And now look where it's gone. I'm confident this thing will have 3K viewers soon.