What are we doing here?

Where are we might be a better question, correct?

We are hovering, much like a levitated feather, in a corner of the Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Now, what are we doing here?

We are here because there is something spectacular about to go down.

Shhhhh, its starting.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, witch-lasses and wizard-lads alike, hear me!" It is Harry Potter, standing in the doors flanked by the ever faithful Ronald Weasley and Hermione she-got-hotter-as-she-got-older Granger on either side. Now at the end of their seventh years, these three have proved themselves worthy successors to the Marauders.

Tonight, their pier du résistance.

"It has been my honour, my pleasure and my privilege to study above, under and beside you all these seven great years. My safety has been in your hands and it has never been called into doubt. So for this I thank you."

There is a small round of applause.

"However, you may remember the legacy I am bound to uphold in honour of my parents and honorary uncles, who even now await my owl"

Faces pale.

"So now, we, Prongslet, Otter and Terrier present our last and greatest prank of all"

Tension fills the hall

" Let us ride to … CAMELOT!"

Music fills the hall.

BUM badum ba-bum!

Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle leap to their feet and open their mouths;

"We're knights of the round table,

The Slytherins all stand and join;

"We dance when ere we're able"

All the professors leap onto their table, joining in the song;

"We do routines and chorus scenes, with footwork impeccable"

Ernie McMillan stands;

"We dine well here in Camelot"

The Hufflepuffs all rise and join;

"We eat ham and jam and spam a lot!"

As Colin Creevey conducts a group of Gryffindor first years who have obtained instruments from somewhere, the teachers dance a jig, then Sprout kicks over a passing Argus Flich.

Malfoy and the bookends sing again;

"We're Knights of the Round Table, Our shows are formidable"

The professors sing;

"But many times, we're given rhymes, that are quite un-sing-able."

Up jumps Cho Chang;

"We're Opera mad in Camelot,"

The Ravenclaws join;

"We sing from the diaphragm a looooooot."

The professors dance along their table and onto the Slytherin table with the tune. Neville Longbottom has ended up chained to the wall just above head height and claps along. The Slytherin table cracks under the strain as the teachers jig once more. Colin Creevey plays the helmets on his impromptu band and hits a recovering Filch on the head again as the teachers jig round to the end of the hall.

Malfoy, the bookends, McMillan and Chang sing;

"In war we're tough and able, quite indefatigable"

The teachers rush up, stepping on Mrs Norris, and leap back onto their own table to sing;

"Between our quests we sequin vests, And impersonate Clark Gable"

The Gryffindors rise and sing with the rest of the hall;

"It's a busy life in Camelot"

Ginny Weasley rises and stands on the table. All face her with solemnly expectant faces.

"I have to push the pram a loooooooooooooooooooooooot!"

Everyone dances madly till the music ends.

Their senses re-arrive slowly and everyone looks at one another in surprise. They all turn to Harry Potter once more.

He and his comrades in arms blow it up.

"Consider yourselves: Pranked!"

They turn and walk out, grins plastered on their faces.

See, wasn't that worth a look!

I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing