(A/N): Hay guyZ, I'm back with another lil' story of mine. I know y'all just LOVE my stories...lol! So, anywho, I write this last night while I was bored outta my mind and this idea just wouldn't get out of my head, so, here it is! I hope y'all like it, and don't forget to review!
Battle of the Bands
Harry lay on his four-poster inside the warm Gryffindor dormitories. He was so very bored, laying here, watching the rain pelt against the windows. It had been raining for the past week, destroying time the students could be spending outside. But not he. He hadn't been out into the sunshine ever since he began harming himself. He would lean against the wall of an empty classroom late at night and drag the cold blade across his milky skin. He would watch how his blood would burn a river of red down his arm. He would draw pictures in his skin, giving into the pain. He discovered it eased his emotional pain.
Harry looked down at his arm saw scars, lots of white scars in lines down his arm. He though they were pretty, he liked them, but still hid them from the school. Everyone apart from Hermione and Ron, his partners in crime, they understood everything he told them, because they listened. They had changed, though, including him. They were no longer known as the 'Golden Trio', but now as the, well 'Bad of Hogwarts'.
Harry reached under his bed and pulled out a case. He pulled it onto the bed and opened it. Inside laid an Eric Clapton Green Fender Stratocaster. His baby, or so he called it. He had become quite skilled with it over the course of the summer. When he returned to Hogwarts in September, he had decided to put a band together.
-Flashback-
Harry sat inside the empty classroom to wait for the people who would audition for the band. He jumped when a knock came to the door. In stepped Hermione. Harry stayed glued to the seat, shocked. "Mind if I audition, Harry?
Harry shook his head and she pulled a tiny object out of her pocket. She tapped it with her wand and set it on the ground. In front of him unfolded a drum set. She took to sleek drumsticks from her schoolbag and sat before them. She began to play with ultimate ease, and then her pace quickened. She was outstanding! She stopped playing and looked up hopefully. Harry looked down and checked 'Drummer' off the list on his clipboard. He smiled at the beautiful girl before him and said, "Drummer. Can you sing backup?" She opened her mouth and began to sing a small piece from what sounded like Evanescence's "Broken". He smiled again and said, "You certainly can!" He then motioned for her to sit beside him. Harry walked and opened the door, there was a line! "Drummer and Backup's been taken!" he announced as several people left the line disappointedly. "Next!" he regained his seat beside Hermione.
The next person couple of people auditioned were horrible. Harry thought his ears would bleed. This would be a long night . . . . .
-End Flashback-
They had soon decided on their band: Harry as singer and acoustics, Hermione as drummer and backup, Ron, ironically, as bass, and Seamus on keyboard. So now they had practices every other day in the Room of Requirement. Come to think of it, they had a practice in a few hours.
After sleeping the time away, Harry climbed out of bed and put his guitar back in its case. He picked it up and walked down the stairs to the common room. He met Hermione, Seamus and Ron and they followed suit, walking out of the portrait-hidden entrance, heading to their sanctuary. They reached the Room of Requirement and paced in front of it, thinking of a place perfectly suited to practice. The door appeared and Harry pushed it open, and was met with a room full of musical equipment.
After they set up they played a warm-up before getting into a full-blown song, The Beautiful People, by Marilyn Manson:
I don't want you and I don't need you The beautiful people, the beautiful people There's no time to discriminate, Hey you, what do you see? The worms will live in every host The horrible people, the horrible people Hey you, what do you see? There's no time to discriminate, The beautiful people
Don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
It's all relative to the size of your steeple
You can't see the forest for the trees
You can't smell your own shit on your knees
Hate every motherfucker
That's in your way
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
It's hard to pick which one they eat most
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
Hate every motherfucker
That's in your way
The beautiful people (aahh)
The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh)
The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh)
The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh)
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
The beautiful people
The beautiful people
The beautiful people
The beautiful people
The beautiful people
The beautiful people
The beautiful people
The beautiful people
After they finished the song, Seamus cleared his throat, getting the attention of the others. "Guys, I'm quitting the band."
"WHAT!" the others said in unison.
"I'm moving to the States with me parents," he said in his Irish diction, "I'm sorry." Harry sat down and put his head in his hands. He looked back up at Seamus.
"It's okay, we'll find another keyboardist." He said awkwardly.
A few days later and they were still absent a keyboardist. They had looked everywhere. They sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Hermione looked over at Harry and noticed he was reading a paper. "What's that, Harry?" she inquired. He handed her the paper and registered a gasp from Hermione.
Battle of the Bands
Show off your musical talent at the
Hogwarts 1st Annual Battle of the Bands.
To enter, write the name of your band/singer on a piece of parchment.
If it is a band, include person's names. Also include song to be
Performed. Turn into Prof. McGonagall. Will take place
In the Great Hall on November 6 at 7 o'clock.
Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Tilliandos
"That's two days from now!" Hermione gasped. Harry nodded and looked at Ron, who was displaying a face only a mother could love.
"I know…" Harry said blankly. Harry began to drift away into thought but was brought out of them abruptly as he saw Malfoy walking towards them. He reached them and put the familiar Malfoy smirk in place.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron seethed.
"I hear your looking for a pianist?" Malfoy asked in a tone of high class.
"Keyboardist . . . you want to play keyboard in our band? You can play a keyboard?" Hermione asked with sarcasm. Harry forced a snigger.
"As a matter of fact I do, yes." He said proudly.
"A swinging keyboard," Harry asked skeptically. Malfoy continued to smile.
"Got one around?" he asked. They motioned for him to follow them and they led him to the Room of Requirement. They walked through the door as Hermione showed Malfoy over to the swinging keyboard. He placed his fingers on the ivories and began to play. Then, ever so slowly, he began to swing it back and forth. Soon, he was up to par with what Seamus played at. He stopped playing and removed his fingers from the keys. It continued to swing as they looked on.
"Your pretty good, Malfoy. But you'll have to drop the classical shit, alright?" Harry said bluntly. "So, can you learn a few songs for the Battle of the Bands?" Hermione asked.
"Like?"
"This is the New Shit and Disposable Teens by Marilyn Manson?" Hermione asked. He looked at them skeptically.
"Well you're going to have to!" Harry said as he thrust the Lyrics and musical notes into Draco's hands.
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The day of the Battle had come on swift wings. The school was in uproar, people practicing their singing in the halls, humming tunes in class, counting beat with their feet. Harry didn't find out if Draco had learned to play the songs or not, but he was beginning to worry. How embarrassed would they be if Draco didn't know how to play the song? But, he could only hope. They had submitted their entry form yesterday under the name Absent Euphoria, which they had oficially named themselves,and they were third up. Second was Cho Chang's band, and first was Ginny's band. 'Pfft, preps.'
People began filing into the Great Hall at 6:00 to get good seats, those of who were not performing. Harry met Hermione in the Room of Requirement at 6:30 like they had agreed on, to get dressed and prepared for their performance. Hermione had ordered outfitsfrom a muggle shop called Hot Topicfor them to wear that night. Harry was dressed in a pair of tight, black leather pants and a long, shiny, black leather trench coat. Hermione liked it because it made him look oh-so not-so innocent. Draco was dressed in tight leather pants also but with a see-through mesh top. Ron was adorned in tight leather pants and a skin-tight black t-shirt. Hermione dressed herself in black fishnet stockings with a plaid skirt trimmed in black lace and a black lace bow, along with a matching top. Hermione then helped the boys put on eye-liner and a little bit of eye-shadow, and then applied some to herself.
They grabbed their instruments and marched out of the room, walking towards the Great Hall. By the time they got there it was 7:00, and the show was starting. McGonagall walked onto the stage that had been set up to introduce the first contestants. "I'd like to welcome you to our 1st annual Battle of the Bands. I'm sure you're happy toknow that I will not be judging the competition." Cheers erupted. "Your judges will be Remus Lupin, Pansy Parkinson, Lee Jordan, Nymphadora Tonks, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. There are no rules to this competition so anything goes. Please give it up for our first contestants, Mystified, Cho Chang, Harriet McDugall, and Jennifer Hasey performing My Immortal by Evanescence!" The girls walked out onto the stage and took their positions. The music began to play and they broke into song.
I'm so tired of being here These wounds won't seem to heal When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears You used to captivate me These wounds won't seem to heal When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
Cho finished the last lyrics to the song and the Hall stood in silence. Suddenly, the Hall erupted in cheers. Harry and the rest of Absent Euphoria joined in with the rest of the student body. Harry had to admit, they were good. The clapping died down and Professor McGonagall walked back out to the center of the stage, her robes billowing after her. "Wonderful, wonderful! Now, our second performance will be Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown, and Pavarti Patil, also known as Heather St. Claire, performing What You Waiting For? By Gwen Stefani!" The crowd erupted into fits of clapping and cheering. 'Great,' Harry thought, 'Prep music!' Ginny began dancing frantically on stage, the other girls dancing along:
What an amazing time Tick tock Like a cat in heat stuck in a moving car Naturally I'm worried if I do it alone What you waiting What you waiting Tick tock Take a chance you stupid Hoe Like an echo pedal, you're repeating yourself Your moment will run out LOOK AT YOUR WATCH NOW! What you waiting What you waiting I can't wait to go GO! What you waiting What you waiting What you waiting for? Take a chance, you stupid hoe
What a family
How did the years go by?
Now it's only me
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
(La la la la la)
A scary conversations,
Shut my eyes, can't find the brake
What if they say that you're a climber?
Who really cares cuz it's your life
You never know, it could be great
Take a chance cuz you might grow
Oh... oh ohhh
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
You know it all by heart
Why are you standing in one place?
Born to blossom, bloom to perish
Cuz of your sex chromosome
I know it's so messed up how our society all thinks (for sure)
Life is short, you're capable (uh huh)
Oh... oh ohhh
YOU'RE STILL A SUPER HOT FEMALE!
YOU GOT YOUR MILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT!
AND THEY'RE ALL WAITING FOR YOUR HOT TRACK!
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
Back and do Japan
Get me lots of brand new fans
Osaka, Tokyo
You Harajuku girls
Damn, you've got some wicked style...
LOOK AT YOUR WATCH NOW!
YOU'RE STILL A SUPER HOT FEMALE!
YOU GOT YOUR MILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT!
AND THEY'RE ALL WAITING FOR YOUR HOT TRACK!
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Take a chance, you stupid hoe
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Take a chance, you stupid hoe
Take a chance, you stupid hoe
They finished their song and stood, in a pose, in the middle of the stage. Once again, cheers erupted amongst the students. Harry clapped out of the goodness of his heart. He hated Prep music! Ginny and her crew cleared the stage as once again McGonagall entered stage-left. "That was very entertaining, apart from the language . . ." McGonagall gave them apiercing stare. Back stage Harry and Hermione were pacing nervously, glancing at Draco and Ron every once in a while. They were all sweating, nervous of how their performance would turn out.
"And now performing will be Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and Draco Malfoy . . ." (hushed, frantic voices), " who are Absent Euphoria, singing This is the-, oh Gods, This is the New Sh- Shit by Marilyn Manson! The group walked out on stage, into the hot, blinding lights to set up their equipment. After Harry and Ron had their guitars set, Hermione had her drums enlarged, and Draco's keyboard was suspended by chains . . . the beat began, Hermione's drums began to thump in Harry's ears, and their song began:
Everything has been said before Babble babble bitch bitch
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along.
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing,
Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shit.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shit,
Stand up and admit.
Harry's throat began to get soar from the excessive screaming, but he didn't care, he loved this song. He looked back and Hermione's hair was flailing sexily around her, making her look like a beautiful enchantress. Harry turned back the other way and caught a glimpse of McGonagall, who looked terrified. He turned to face the crowd as the next part of the song approached.
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along.
Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name,
Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shit.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shit,
Stand up and admit.
Harry strummed hard on the strings of his Stratocaster. He liked the beat and every time he played this song his insides flipped upside down. It made his skin tingle. He looked back, once again, to his band-mates, who were deep into the emotion held within this very song. Draco's keyboard swung furiously in front of the blonde, Draco's face tight in concentration. Harry looked down at his guitar, his hand a blur. He violently shook his head to remove his sweaty locks from his eyes. He was glad that he finally decided to let Hermione brew him the Aspectus Sano Medicamentum, a potion that cured his eyesight, so that he would never have to wear his glasses again.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing.
Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shit.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shit,
Stand up and admit.
So,
LET US ENTERTAIN YOU
LET US ENTERTAIN YOU...
Blah blah blah blah everybody sing along.
The song ended and Harry looked up to the students. There was a moment of silence before a mind-blowing burst of cheering erupted from the core of the Great Hall. Harry smiled and looked back to his band-mates. They were also all smiles, sinking into the praise. They walked off stage, carrying their instruments, chins held high in prowess. When Harry set his guitar down, Hermione leapt into his arms, squealing as Harry squeezed her tightly. Without thinking, Harry pressed his lips to Hermione's, delving them into a heart-stopping kiss. When they broke apart, all Hermione could whisper was, "Damn!"
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As the rest of the performances were finished off, late into the night, the four of them sat in the small set of bleachers set up backstage, talking, drinking Butterbeer, and laughing the night away. They were interrupted when McGonagall announced the following: "May we now see all of our contestants on stage, please?" They stood up and filed out onto the familiar stage with the other performers to be titled. "In third place," McGonagall began, "we have Heather St. Clair!" The crowd cheered as a slightly disappointed Ginny and her friends walked out to accept the small, bronze trophy. "In second, comes Juvenille!" Blaise Zambini, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, and Euan Abercrombie stepped out of the line to accept the slightly larger silver trophy, each shaking McGonagall's hand as they went along. The applause slowly died down and McGonagall spoke yet again. "And in first, we have," McGonagall paused; Harry held Hermione's hand and waited, anxiously, "Absent Euphoria!" Harry and Hermione jumped into each other and yelled in excitement. Harry in turned hugged the other two boys, then turned back and accepted the large, gold trophy from their Headmistress. Harry reached it forward so the others could grab onto it. He smiled and looked down as someone shouted, "ENCORE!" Harry looked back at his friends as the others cleared the stage.
They once again set up their equipment. Once again the beat began, and everyone else in the Hall, including !McGonagall, began clapping in time with the music. Harry opened his mouth and the sweet, release that was Manson, flowed from his parched lips:
And I'm a black rainbow Yeah, yeah I wanna thank you, mom You say you wanted evolution We're disposable teens We're disposable TEENS You say you wanted evolution Yeah yeah The more that you fear us Yeah yeah Yeah yeah You say you wanted evolution Yeah, yeah, yeah You say you wanted evolution Yeah, yeah, yeah were disposable teens
And I'm and ape of god
I got a face made for violence upon
And I'm a teen distortion
Survived abortion
A rebel from the waist down
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna thank you, dad
For bringing this fuckin world to a bitter end
I never really hated a one true god
But the god of the people I hated
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
We're disposable TEENS
We're disposable TEENS
We're disposable
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The bigger we get
The more that you fear us
The bigger we get
Don't be surprised
Don't be surprised
Don't be surprised if we discover it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
And i say that you're full of shit
were disposable teens
were disposable teens
were disposable
were disposable TEENS!
were disposable TEENS!
were disposable TEENS!
were disposable
-FIN-