Fame, Part 2/3
That is why the Blood Wars took place throughout the centuries. Although Vampires were soon to make pacts with the Hounds, they were not at ease during these periods of time. Although they were hunting for the same things, both are quite competitive, so obviously
Hermione stopped to think about the essay she was writing. Although it wasn't due until two days, she wanted to get an early start.
"You coming tonight?" Harry asked her, pulling up a chair.
"Coming where?" She asked in shock. Had he asked her out and she completely forgotten about it?
"To rehearsals!" He smiled. Oh thank God. She thought, putting her hand to her forehead.
"Of course! Have you memorized your lines yet, 'James'" She asked.
"Umm, only till page 60. You?"
"About the same, although I won't ever say them in front of an audience. Ginny gets the favors" Hermione sighed in annoyance. She pushed out her chair and gathered the script, running her fingers over the embossed letters. "Isn't this the name of a muggle movie? 'A Night to Remember'? Doesn't this violate copyright laws?"
"How should I know? Come on, we don't want to be late!"
It was their third rehearsal so far, and McGonagall exploded if you were a second past the scheduled time slot. Arriving a few minutes early, Lavender ran up to the two, speaking very quickly.
"You'll help me memorize these lines for me, right? I mean, it's not like I don't have any done, it's just I don't have any down pat! I mean, I've been so busy lately, it's uncontrollable! Will McGonagall get mad at me if I ask for the memorization date to be extended? Speaking of extensions, did you see Cho? She got them and her hair is down to her butt! It looks so fake! So will you?" She jabbered, handing Hermione her script, with little doodles all over it written in gel pens.
"Uh" Hermione scrunched up her face.
"I knew you would!" Lavender squealed, opening it to the first page for her.
"I'll see you later" Harry eyed Lavender and took off to find Ron.
Three minutes later, McGonagall walked in, acting like the queen herself. She had a scepter, in which she threw at anyone when they messed up, and had two strong boys bring in her fluffy chair in her office that looked like a replica of a throne.
"Are we ready to begin?" She asked in a very noble accent.
"Yes, Queen Mary." Hermione muttered.
"Then let's start, act one, scene one, Sirius, Lupin, James, and Mary Prewitt begin at the mark. Oh, and costumes will be in by the next rehearsal, as will the set pieces, okay? We have also added two cast members; your scripts have been magically altered as needed Brianne Nixon and Steven Hawk will be playing Petunia and Vernon Dursley. Ready you four? Go!" She said, sitting down watching the performance.
Sirius: Yeah, and I heard that he was a former Hogwarts student!
Lupin: A Slytherin, no doubt.
James: I just hope that he doesn't attack us, like he did to those other family!
Mary: But how do we know he'll kill us? He's a bad, mysterious man!
"STOP!" McGonagall threw the sceptor directly at Lavender. She dodged just in time. "Do you know your lines, Miss Brown?"
"It's not the due date yet!" She whined.
"FINE! Keep going!" McGonagall said, her scepter back by her side.
It's going to be a long three weeks
***
"Truth or dare, Hermione?" Lavender asked, giggling, putting a handful of popcorn in her mouth.
"Truth." She said.
"You chicken!" Ginny giggled, taking a bite of pumpkin pasty.
"I know, I know what's the truth? Hurry up chewing, Hun. I don't have all day!" Hermione said in an awful American-accent.
"Who puts the sparkle in your eye? Is it Ron? Dean? Or Neville?" All the girls laughed at this. "Who?"
"I know who she likes." Ginny said, as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Who?" Hermione said, wondering how Ginny could know if she doesn't know herself.
"It's Harry." Ginny said, plain and simple.
"No it's not!"
"You want to bet?" She said, daringly.
"Not really, but I truly don't know It confuses me. Sure, Dean is a nice guy, but Parvati has her eyes on him already! And Well, the point is, I don't know whom I like. Next question!" Hermione jabbered on and on, trying to get to a point.
"Sure" Ginny said, nodding her head sarcastically.
"Shut up!" Hermione furrowed her brow.
"Fine fine But I find it the tad bit humorous that I know who takes your heart before you And I thought you were smart!"
"That's it! I'm going to bed!" She pulled the drapes around the canopy around her and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep while the girls talked and giggled.
I do not like Harry! I do not, do not, do not I do, don't I? She groaned inwardly. It wasn't bad enough she liked her best friend, it was even more so that Ginny knew before she did! She sighed, rolling over. She reached out and pulled the script out of her bed stand, memorizing lines. She fell asleep to chomping of popcorn and Lily's powerful lines. By morning, she was refreshed and exhilarated, but still haunted by her thoughts.
***
"This is absolutely awful! Horrendous, I tell you!" McGonagall came storming into the auditorium, where everyone was waiting for her. The day before, set pieces had been put up, costumes had been issued, and props had been placed. No one could see why she could be so upset.
"What is it?" Everyone asked, turning his or her attention to her.
"Well, Hogsmeade decided to put everyone coming to the three performances into one, so we only have one night of fame. One night to live in the limelight. One night to make this perfect. In front of 3,000 people." Everyone gasped. Three thousand people? That was more than the Hogsmeade Band got in a year, and they were quite popular!
And only one night, instead of three! It wouldn't be so bad, but It was scary.
There was silence in the auditorium. Not a person breathed, or moved at all, waiting for McGonagall's next move. They didn't want to be on her bad side she was a witch! Well, obviously, but besides that
"Well! That's that, I suppose. Act two, scene three, Lily and James!"
Lily: (knitting a pair of baby booties for her son, HARRY) So what shall we do? Are you positive he's after us?
James: (takes a sip of butterbeer) Very. It's hard enough for people like us, but for Harry He needs parents, we have no choice but to live through the attack, since there will be one if we do not go into hiding.
Lily: So hiding is the only option? Sirius is the secret-keeper?
James: I trust him with my life.
***
"NO! No, this cannot be happening, not to me, not to me" McGonagall raged. Hermione sat backstage, tonight was the performance. Where was Ginny?
"What happened, Professor?" she asked.
"Ginny That awful Sytherin, Frank Fontam, accidentally removed the bones in her leg. It takes a full twelve hours to rebuild them She won't get the spotlight tonight, dear!" McGonagall said, very frustrated.
"Well, who is the understudy?" Hermione asked, forgetting her responsibility.
"You are! Haven't you memorized your lines?"
"Of course! But"
"Then you're on in an hour."
A/N: Oooh, cliffhanger! I know it's short, but what can I say? I am supposed to be working on other things!!! Like "Turning Back the Hands of Time"! Well, what do you think? Why don't you tell me yourself by REVIEWING!!! Thanks a ton!
Disclaimer: I am, in no way shape or form, J. K. Rowling and these characters, places, and things don't belong to me, they belong to her and Bloomsbury Press! Don't sue!