A/N: I'm back:D Anyway, I'll get right to it and won't bore you with pointless ramblings. The songs are going to be "A Heart Full of Love" from Les Miserables and "Do You Hear the People Sing?" from Les Miz… I swear this won't turn into a tradition… xD (sorry Phiso… I know how you dislike R/Hr…)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Les Miserables.
Harry Potter: A Hot New Musical!
Confessions
The lights came up with flourish and showed a weeping Hermione lying on the floor crying bitter tears. The audience gasped at the poor girl's state and their hearts instantly went out to Hermione Granger.
"Hermione!" came a distant call from off-stage. The voice couldn't belong to anyone but Ronald Weasley. The sound caused the distraught young woman to lift her head reluctantly from her hands and turn towards the voice. With a sigh she pushed herself up to her feet and began to frantically wipe away the salty tears and the tracks they made from her face. Hermione would simply die if Ron knew she had been crying over him.
"Hermione where are you?" Ron cried as he dashed on stage, completely out of breath. His eyes instantly found the cold statue that was Hermione and with a breath of relief he ran to her. "There you are Hermione," he said breathily and went to pull her into a hug. Before he could reach her though Hermione backed up quickly with hurt showing in her eyes and in her expression. Ron frowned in confusion before Hermione quickly cut into his happiness.
"I don't want to talk to you now Ron," Hermione replied icily and turned as if to leave the room. Ron's face fell and in a moment of quick thinking snatched Hermione's elbow into his hand.
"Wait!" Ron pleaded and tried to turn Hermione back to face him. Unfortunately this backfired as Hermione just wriggled away again and once more tried to leave. Her face was determined but her eyes still shimmered with leftover tears.
"Another time Ron," she repeated firmly and began to head to the exit stiffly. She refused to let her heart become more mangled than it already was. Ron allowed himself to sag in momentary defeat as he watched the girl he truly loved walk away out of hurt and pride.
Then, as if he were struck by lightning, Ron had a brilliant idea. It couldn't fail… or at least he hoped it wouldn't fail. (A/N: Prepare yourselves for a fluffy field of fluffiness. It only gets worse. Don't say I didn't warn you.) Ron cleared his throat tentatively and took a deep breath. Hermione obviously didn't notice the tension radiating from Ron because she was completely off guard because of what happened next.
"A heart full of love!" Ron sang softly and quickly so that Hermione could hear him before she could leave. "A heart full of song!" This time Ron's notes came more slowly and cautiously since he didn't see Hermione return at all or even respond.
Hermione stood frozen in the doorway… unable to believe that such tender words were directed towards her from Ron… of all people! Her breath came in quick and infrequent intervals but her heart warned her to be cautious.
After a few more moments of horrible silence Ron threw his hands into the air in defeat. "I'm doing everything all wrong!" he lamented, "Oh Merlin for shame…" His voice died off as he faced the empty space where Hermione once stood.
He didn't notice however that Hermione had crept back onstage and was looking at him curiously. She was somewhat hesitant and undecided and gnawed on her lower lip a moment in contemplation. Her mind was racing with all the possible outcomes. What if he didn't really mean it and would return to Lavender in a week? What if he did mean it and they remained together forever? What would happen to her? What would happen to him?
"A heart full of love…" she slowly repeated as her voice quivered. She could hear the weakness in her voice and mentally cursed herself for it. When she saw Ron's head snap up though and his face split into the widest grin she had yet to see Hermione grew more confident. "No fear… no regret," she sang more strongly to suggest that she had forgiven him.
"I can't believe… this can't be real," Ron countered as he blinked several times. (A/N: My own lyrics!! Whoo!) Had she really forgiven him? Could he forgive her as well?
"It's not a dream," Hermione reassured as she took yet another step closer. Her heart continued to hammer painfully but still she trusted Ron… if only once more.
"My god… I don't know what to say," Ron babbled as he too took a small step forward and his smile grew. He couldn't believe how long it had taken him to see what was in front of him…
"Then make no sound," Hermione gently instructed as her face shown with happiness. Ron was now but a few inches away from her and both hearts were pounding crazily.
"I am lost," Ron breathed. Both teens had forgotten all about the audience that was cooing gently and giggling at this new development. They just knew that this was the most real experience they have yet to have in a long time…
"I am found." Hermione then extended her hand towards Ron, which he eagerly took. On the impact Hermione could barely contain her absolute joy and decided to throw all of it into the song. Ron too took this moment to show his true and honest feelings through the song that he had started for Hermione. Neither of them noticed as Lavender crept in and watched the two from a distance. She had been wandering aimlessly for a while until she heard voices coming from a room.
Now she was in it and beholding the most terrible sight she would possibly ever see. The boy she had just confessed having love for was with her rival… Hermione Granger. With a sad and defeated sigh Lavender leaned against the wall without making a sound.
"A heart full of light," Ron sang again but with more enthusiasm. Hermione smiled through her puffy eyes and eagerly answered her secret love.
"A night bright as day!" she cried and allowed Ron's fingers to entangle with her own.
"And you must never go away!" Ron pleaded as he pulled Hermione even closer to him out of protectiveness.
"This is a chain we'll never break," Hermione answered in assurance and nodded gently towards him. She never would have thought merely a month ago that she would have made such a bold proclamation at just the age of sixteen. All reason seemed to have left her and for once, Hermione Granger didn't mind. She didn't mind at all.
"Do I dream?" Ron asked yet again in adoration. Hermione laughed and shook her head gaily. Ron had always loved how her hair bounced when she moved her head.
"I'm awake!" she replied, causing Ron to chuckle.
"A heart full of love," Ron started yet again and Hermione inched ever closer. Little did they know that another voice was to join and meld with their own.
"He was never mine to lose," Lavender sang suddenly, causing the audience to gasp. She came more forward into the stage and stared longingly at the two realized lovers.
"A heart full of you," both Hermione and Ron sang together overtop of Lavender.
"Why regret what could never be?" Lavender said more to herself than to the audience, trying to convince herself that it didn't hurt. She finally acknowledged that Ron never cared for her the way he would Hermione and closed her eyes in pain. She could no longer bear to look.
"I looked upon you and I knew," Ron added and gently touched Hermione's face lovingly. Hermione blushed but smiled all the same.
"I knew it too!" Hermione answered and it was Ron's turn to blush adorably. Hermione giggled ever so gently at his face.
"These are words he'll never say," Lavender lamented and turned her face away from the sight before her. "Not to me."
"From today," Ron promised. Hermione looked relieved at the thought of them not having to sneak around behind Lavender's back. She couldn't live with that at all.
"Not to me… not for me," Lavender sobbed and bit on her lip to keep from really crying.
"Every day," Hermione also vowed and realized that there was no way for either of them to move any closer to the other. "For it isn't a dream."
"His heart full of love," Lavender added mournfully yet bitterly all the same. She once more sunk down to the ground until she was on her knees… beautiful dress forgotten.
"After all I," the two lovebirds sang in unison with Lavender's lyrics.
"He could never," there came a momentary pause.
"Feel this way," all three sang at once and unknowingly harmonized with one another. There came an awkward pause in which Lavender buried her face in her hands and Ron and Hermione stared uncertainly at each other.
Finally, Hermione leaned in and brought her lips to Ron's delightedly. Ron eagerly accepted the kiss of course. And thus the two recently broken teenagers brought peace and love back into their lives.
Lavender gave one last look at Ron before turning away once more. She dejectedly lifted herself up and left the room in tears.
At her exit, the curtain dropped and there came a momentary black out. The audience applauded, not really sure if they should be overjoyed or depressed.
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The scene changed to a dark dormitory where there were five boys sleeping soundly. Well, make that four actually. A spotlight swerved to Harry Potter's bed where he lay quietly but not in a sleeping kind of way. He was reflecting on the day's events. He and Ginny had a lovely day by the lake talking (with the occasional snogging of course). It has become one of their favorite pastimes. Sitting by the lake, I mean.
Then Ron had told him that he broke up with Lavender for Hermione. He claimed that Lavender was really okay about it but Harry knew Lavender. That meant that he knew she wasn't really okay with Ron dating Hermione now. But as long as it meant their constant bickering would subside slightly then Harry felt it was all worth it.
Just as he was about to call it a day and finally go to sleep a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder from the darkness!
"Wha—" Harry began but was cut off when another hand covered his mouth. He straightened in alarm and turned to see who his attacker was. When a second spotlight revealed it to only be Professor Dumbledore though Harry slumped in relief.
"Professor," Harry hissed gently once Dumbledore's hand was removed from his mouth. "What are you doing here?" Dumbledore didn't speak however and instead yanked Harry out of the dormitory and into the stairway.
"Grab your cloak Harry," he explained softly, "And come meet me in my office immediately!" Harry nodded quickly and disappeared back into his room. He knew better than to ask questions at a time like this, especially when Dumbledore was in such a state. In a flash Harry had his robes on over his pajamas, his wand in hand and his invisibility cloak tucked safely in the crook of his arm. He then sprinted across the stage to where he knew Dumbledore's office to be and knocked on the large door hurriedly.
"Hurry, Harry! I have to explain quickly or else none of this will make any sense!" Dumbledore exclaimed and pulled the young student into his office.
"Professor… what's going on?" Harry asked worriedly. His previous sleepiness had evaporated and left a wide-eyed teenage boy in its wake. Dumbledore forced Harry into a chair and conjured a second one so he could sit beside him.
"I must explain what we are going to be doing this evening." Harry's eyebrows arched but he waited patiently for an explanation. "I've been keeping something from you Harry that I probably shouldn't have. The reason that Voldemort has not died yet despite your numerous attempts is because of something called a Horcrux." Dumbledore paused for a moment, allowing this to soak in before continuing his explanation.
"Most don't feel the need for a Horcrux but of course someone like Voldemort would be especially anxious for several." When Dumbledore noticed Harry's confused expression he backtracked a little to explain what exactly a Horcrux was. "A Horcrux is an object that contains a little bit of one's soul. You destroyed one in your second year actually… a diary belonging to Tom Marvalo Riddle." Instantly, Harry understood.
"So it wasn't a memory at all… it was literally a piece of Voldemort!" Harry cried, somewhat startled at the thought. Dumbledore nodded solemnly.
"It is said that to murder is the greatest way to rip apart the soul, Harry," Dumbledore continued, "And that is exactly how to make a Horcrux. Therefore, you understand how exceedingly easy it was for Voldemort to make his Horcruxes…" Before Dumbledore could continue though Harry interrupted.
"Horcruxes… as in there are more than one?" Harry asked in alarm. Dumbledore smiled a sad smile and nodded once again.
"There are seven to be exact. Six reside in various objects and one still rests in Voldemort's body itself." Harry fell back against his chair, brain churning dangerously.
"But they could be anywhere! Anything!" Harry whispered through pale lips.
"Well I'm glad you appreciate the gravity of the situation," Dumbledore said with a small smile. (A/N: Not my line by the way… straight from the book!) Harry shook his head in disbelief.
"Well, do we have any idea what these Horcruxes might look like?" Harry asked desperately. He was once more leaning forward into his seat and starting intently at the Headmaster.
"Well we have already gotten rid of two haven't we? One being the diary from your second year and the other being Tom's ring that I recovered earlier this year." Harry looked surprised but didn't interrupt. "Now Voldemort had an eye for trophies and so far all of his Horcruxes have resided in an object with powerful magic history. My guess would be that two of the remaining four would be a locket from Voldemort's past and an heirloom from Helga Hufflepuff."
"So all this time Voldemort has had bits of his soul hidden around the world to keep himself safe," Harry mused to himself out loud.
"Yes Harry… and there is some good news. I have found the location of the locket," Dumbledore said and pulled out his wand. "I know that you have not taken your apparation test yet so please hold onto my robes. Members of the Order of the Phoenix are stationed around the castle to keep an eye on the school with the teachers," Dumbledore explained before the two disappeared with a faint POP.
BLACK OUT
When the lights came on the audience spied some familiar faces lounging against a wall in some unknown hallway. Remus Lupin was standing protectively outside of a doorway while Nymphadora Tonks stood not far from where he was, sending some sideways glances in Remus's direction. The rest of the crew the audience had yet to see before. Though they did recognize a few as some of the people that had been in the Ministry of Magic several scenes ago. There were about three other men with the two aforementioned characters stationed throughout the long hallway.
"Did Dumbledore say how long he was going to be away?" Tonks asked quietly, breaking the silence. Remus twitched but otherwise remained expressionless.
"Several hours… not too long," he replied good-naturedly. A small, but powerful, young wizard continued the conversation.
"What do you reckon got Dumbledore so excited that he had to leave the school this very night?" he asked while his dark eyes shifted from corner to corner. Remus looked at him curiously before bringing out an answer.
"I don't know… I'm sure whatever it was though he had a very good reason for doing so," Remus replied in his soft voice. Tonks couldn't help but notice that his clothes seemed to hang off of him even more than usual and that the circles under his eyes seemed to have deepened since last she saw him.
Several murmurs of silent agreement echoed through the halls before another silence sifted through the Order members.
"I can't wait until this blasted war is over with," a rather tall member with dark hair said, voicing his opinions freely. His deep voice caused the others to start before relaxing once more in their posts.
"Let's not discuss this right now," a cool looking blonde woman replied icily. This left everyone in an incredibly awkward silence as the tall man tried to gather himself together. It seemed though that the incredibly tall man would not be silenced for very long for he stepped forward into center stage where all could see him.
"Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again!" the man began dangerously in his low and commanding voice. Everyone around turned to look at him in sudden awe. The man gave a determined smile and took yet another step forward. "When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums! There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!" All who heard this brave man's song felt inspired and quickly the small man from before stepped so he was just behind the man, facing the audience.
At this point several students heard the commotion and began to gather around to see what all the noise was about. This did not deter the little man though. It only gave him more confidence.
"Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me?" he asked and drew his wand for effect. "Beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?" he cried and closed his eyes for a moment as though imagining the sight of a world free of Voldemort. Suddenly, Tonks leapt forward with a wide grin gracing her heart-shaped face for the first time in nearly a year.
"Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free!" she bellowed enthusiastically and most students began to wander towards them. Now all five of the stationed members stood forward to sing all as one… even the cool blonde from before.
"Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men?" they repeated, much to the huge man's delight. "It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums… there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!" Several Slytherin students merely sniggered and moved on but several of the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws stayed behind to hear some more. Even a couple Hufflepuff students lingered.
Four of the members then spiraled off to form a circle while Remus remained where he was… right in the center.
"Will you give all you can give so that our banner may advance?" he asked demandingly towards the other members before continuing. "Some will fall and some will live, will you stand up and take your chance?" he added dramatically to remind all that were there that blood would be spilt in this battle. Tonks eagerly went to the center and took her spot next to Remus, smiling up at him encouragingly. Remus looked down upon her though with a saddened expression however.
"The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows again!" he added softly, his thoughts on the young folk who were risking their short lives for the cause. He then thought to James and Lily who were killed needlessly and Sirius who had died in battle… and he closed his eyes in pain. Not only this but he now had a new generation of wizards to be concerned for. His bitterness was overlooked though by all and now both adult wizards and young wizards took up in the song.
"Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men!" they all chorused together with angry features and determined hearts. "It is the music of a people who will NOT be slaves again!" they cried, showing their clear defiance. "When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drum… there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!"
The final note burst out in a blaring tone as the singers felt their anger and resentment building and growing. Finally the music came to an abrupt halt. The students went about their business as usual and the five immediately went back to their posts.
Meanwhile, the audience applauded loudly and even gave a standing ovation to the wonderful performers. They could sense that the conclusion was nearing.
A/N: Well that's it! I know it's been forever but I'm sure you all are starting to get used to it! Please review and as you all know I LOVE song suggestions! It was hard for me to find a second song to go with this chapter so any help would be lovely! Thanks!