*A/N: The song was the idea of my friend Shannon...so I included her
as thanks...but I do not own the song (obviously) and I think Disney owns
it or something like that...nor do I own Hermione, Harry, and Ron, or
Dumbledore, Malfoy. The only character I own is Hannah. Shannon owns
Shannon.
"I have an idea!" Hermione screamed across the hallway. Hannah refused to wear any things that the dress code implied so she was dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, and platform flip-flops.
Hannah turned around. Hermione caught up with her and showed her the information she had found. It was a pamphlet for DNA testing. Hannah skimmed it and returned it to Hermione.
"That's great, Hermione, but I don't think you and I are related. In any way, shape, or form."
"Not me and you! You and Harry! I mean come on. There's no other way to do it. I mean you either take it or you don't." Hannah sighed.
"Mione, I know that you think Harry and I are related. But one little scar, green eyes and dark hair doesn't mean anything. At all. Period. No ors, ands, ifs, or buts about it. 'Nuff said, no questions asked."
"Um...hi, Professor Dumbledore, sir," Hermione replied as the professor passed by the two.
"I hope you know you're out of dress code," he told her. "I know that!" Hannah replied. "Then why, may I ask, are you out of it?"
"Well see...Harry Potter, sir, he...in an attempt to humiliate me...burned all my clothes and this was all I had left."
Dumbledore didn't believe her, but at the mention of Harry Potter, he eyed her up and down. "You look like him," he said. "Very much so," Hermione agreed. "Actually, I think they're twins that were separated at birth. When You-Know-Who killed his parents and everything."
"Who's You-Know-Who?" Hannah asked. "Voldemort?"
Hermione shuddered but Dumbledore just nodded. "Why is everyone so afraid to say his name? It doesn't scare me." Hannah replied.
"That's just it! Harry isn't, Hannah isn't! They both have the same scar! See! Take it off, Hannah!"
Hannah didn't know what else to do. What other choices did she have? She wiped off the makeup.
Even Dumbledore was surprised. "Curious...curious..." he said before walking off.
"THANKS!" Hannah yelled. "Now everyone thinks I'm Harry's twin! For all we know I might not be!"
"Calm down, Hannah!" Hermione exclaimed.
"No! You know why? Do you? Do you know why? Let me tell you why. Can I tell you why? The reason is because if you tell everyone that Harry and I are related, and then we aren't, then - he's right behind me, isn't he? Turning around would only confirm that he's right behind me." Hannah, despite what she wanted to do, turned around.
Harry was standing right there.
"I meant a different Harry. Harry...Harry...Harry...Harry Roads. Harry Roads is a nice person that might be my cousin."
"Oh. Okay. Well, I was just coming to tell you that there's some dance this Friday. You should ask Ron."
"I am NOT asking Ron to a dance because I DO NOT LIKE HIM!" Hannah yelled. Hermione held Hannah back from attacking Harry for the sake of Hogwarts' halls and the students so that they wouldn't slip on the blood.
"Okay, I was just suggesting it. Ron won't admit it either." Harry noted. "HANNAH! Calm down!" Hermione said.
Harry walked off, frightened of Hannah's temper. Hannah calmed down quickly after that.
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The day of the dance, Hannah was backstage, helping out the karaoke singers. Harry walked up and stood next to her.
"Hey, you know, if you need any help...I'm here..." he said. She looked up at him. He couldn't be her brother, because he was pretty cute. She could not think her brother was cute. Absolutely no way.
"Yeah, I know," she said. "But what do you know about microphones and stuff?"
"I know that all the microphones are off," Harry told her. He was right...all the singers were lip-synching.
"Do you even know what lip-synching is?" she asked him. He moved his hand to show that he sort of did, but not totally.
"Listen, you should go out there and sing. I've heard you sing before. I can work the microphones. It's not hard. Besides, you can just move your mouth. You don't have to sing if you don't want." Harry offered.
Hannah shook her head. "I would, but I don't know. I mean, I really want to make a name for myself here. No one knows who I am, and it's really annoying. I'd like people to say, 'Hey, Hannah' when they see me in the hall. But...I guess I can't...I mean...I definitely couldn't sing."
Harry nodded, understanding. "What's this?" he asked, picking up a CD cover. "Oh, it's The Lizzie McGuire Movie Soundtrack. Some other girl from Texas brought it in. Her name's Shannon. Real nice girl."
"Oh," Harry said. "Do you know any songs on here?"
"Only a few. I mean, I only know them because of her." Hannah told her. "But I know all the songs on the rest of the CDs."
Hannah pointed out all the songs she knew. "I'll be right back," Harry said. He rounded up Hermione and Ron and told them his plan.
When it was time for the first singer to start, Harry pushed Hannah out there. "Have fun!" he said.
She was wearing a very cute outfit and definitely looked perfect, and she was wearing a microphone. Her dress was deep blue and had Chinese writing on it.
The song started. She recognized it immediately - Shannon had started the song "What Dreams Are Made Of". Thinking she could just lip-synch to it, she moved her mouth, but no sound came out.
Furious, she looked at the crowd. Ron's blue eyes gave her energy...she knew everything would be okay.
"Have you ever seen such a beautiful night, I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright, when I see you smiling I go oh, oh, oh. I would never miss this, cause in my heart I know what this is. Hey now, hey now. This is what dreams are made of..." she heard in her head.
Then, it was her cue. It was time for her to start singing.
Hey now
hey now
have u ever seen
Such a beautiful night
I could almost kiss the stars
For shining so bright
When i see u smiling i go
Oh, oh, oh
I would never want to miss this
Cuz in my heart i know what this is this
(CHORUS)
Hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Ive got somewhere i belong
Ive got somebody to love
This is what dreams...
Are made of
have u ever wondered
What life is about?
U could search the world
And never figure it out
U dont have to sail the oceans
No, no, no
Happiness is no mystery it's, it's
Here and now it's you and me yeah
(CHORUS )
hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
I've got somewhere i belong
I've got somebody to love
This is what dreams...
Are made of
open your eyes (this is what dreams are made of)
Shout to the sky
(This is what dreams are made of)
When i see u smiling i go
Oh, oh, oh
Yesterday my life was duller
Now everything's is technic color
(CHORUS)
hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
I've got somewhere i belong
I've got somebody to love
This is what dreams...
Dreams...
This is what dreams...
Are made of
Hey now hey now, hey now, hey hey this is what dreams hey now hey now this is what dreams what dreams are made of are made of
Everyone gave her a standing o for the performance, and when Hannah went backstage, she almost killed Harry.
"Why did you make me do that?" she practically screamed.
"You said you wanted to make a name for yourself, so, you did!" Shannon replied. "I was talking to Harry!" Hannah yelled.
Shannon sighed. "Listen, Hannah, I don't know you, obviously, and even if I did, I would know that what Harry did for you was really sweet. Now people know your name. Trust me, it'll be a lot better this way. People know you now! Aren't you happy?"
"Yes," Hannah said, furiously.
Ron entered after that and said, "You were great! You look great, too!" He gave her a hug. "Do you use scented shampoo?"
"What?"
"Never mind. Nothing."
Hannah didn't hear him, but he was getting it closer and closer to letting it slip that he did like her.
Hermione entered, like, immediately after that. "That was quite a show," she admitted. "I have to admit, I never thought that you'd have it in you to do something like that."
"Neither did I. But some people make you do stuff." She said, glaring at Harry. He just sheepishly smiled.
"This was a pretty pointless chapter in our lives," Shannon said. She was accompanied by another girl, named Charlotte (who Hannah recognized).
"No, it was a pretty pointless chapter in the story," Charlotte said. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"I'm the author. I can do whatever I want. But we'll keep quiet and let the two lovebirds sing their song."
"I DON'T LIKE HIM!" Hannah said at the same time as Ron said "I DON'T LIKE HER!"
"Course you do. I'm the author; I know everything about you. I created you. Except, well, for you guys." She said, motioning to Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
But Harry hugged Hannah and so did Hermione, and Ron couldn't help but do it again.
"Go out there again! People want to hear you!" Ron said as he heard them chanting "Han-nah, Han-nah!"
So she did. "Hi, I'm Hannah Taylor, I'm 15-years-old and probably younger than most of you seeming as my birthday is September 1, and from the looks of it, I'm more developed than most of you, too.
"But, I am like everyone and I know that things don't always go our way. So...why don't we make the most of the term we have at Hogwarts and enjoy it?"
With that, Hannah went backstage again and signaled for the next singer to enter the stage.
She smiled at Ron, and he smiled back. The gorgeous blue eyes only gave her hope that the world would go on and everything would be okay.
There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, though.
The feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
"I have an idea!" Hermione screamed across the hallway. Hannah refused to wear any things that the dress code implied so she was dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, and platform flip-flops.
Hannah turned around. Hermione caught up with her and showed her the information she had found. It was a pamphlet for DNA testing. Hannah skimmed it and returned it to Hermione.
"That's great, Hermione, but I don't think you and I are related. In any way, shape, or form."
"Not me and you! You and Harry! I mean come on. There's no other way to do it. I mean you either take it or you don't." Hannah sighed.
"Mione, I know that you think Harry and I are related. But one little scar, green eyes and dark hair doesn't mean anything. At all. Period. No ors, ands, ifs, or buts about it. 'Nuff said, no questions asked."
"Um...hi, Professor Dumbledore, sir," Hermione replied as the professor passed by the two.
"I hope you know you're out of dress code," he told her. "I know that!" Hannah replied. "Then why, may I ask, are you out of it?"
"Well see...Harry Potter, sir, he...in an attempt to humiliate me...burned all my clothes and this was all I had left."
Dumbledore didn't believe her, but at the mention of Harry Potter, he eyed her up and down. "You look like him," he said. "Very much so," Hermione agreed. "Actually, I think they're twins that were separated at birth. When You-Know-Who killed his parents and everything."
"Who's You-Know-Who?" Hannah asked. "Voldemort?"
Hermione shuddered but Dumbledore just nodded. "Why is everyone so afraid to say his name? It doesn't scare me." Hannah replied.
"That's just it! Harry isn't, Hannah isn't! They both have the same scar! See! Take it off, Hannah!"
Hannah didn't know what else to do. What other choices did she have? She wiped off the makeup.
Even Dumbledore was surprised. "Curious...curious..." he said before walking off.
"THANKS!" Hannah yelled. "Now everyone thinks I'm Harry's twin! For all we know I might not be!"
"Calm down, Hannah!" Hermione exclaimed.
"No! You know why? Do you? Do you know why? Let me tell you why. Can I tell you why? The reason is because if you tell everyone that Harry and I are related, and then we aren't, then - he's right behind me, isn't he? Turning around would only confirm that he's right behind me." Hannah, despite what she wanted to do, turned around.
Harry was standing right there.
"I meant a different Harry. Harry...Harry...Harry...Harry Roads. Harry Roads is a nice person that might be my cousin."
"Oh. Okay. Well, I was just coming to tell you that there's some dance this Friday. You should ask Ron."
"I am NOT asking Ron to a dance because I DO NOT LIKE HIM!" Hannah yelled. Hermione held Hannah back from attacking Harry for the sake of Hogwarts' halls and the students so that they wouldn't slip on the blood.
"Okay, I was just suggesting it. Ron won't admit it either." Harry noted. "HANNAH! Calm down!" Hermione said.
Harry walked off, frightened of Hannah's temper. Hannah calmed down quickly after that.
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The day of the dance, Hannah was backstage, helping out the karaoke singers. Harry walked up and stood next to her.
"Hey, you know, if you need any help...I'm here..." he said. She looked up at him. He couldn't be her brother, because he was pretty cute. She could not think her brother was cute. Absolutely no way.
"Yeah, I know," she said. "But what do you know about microphones and stuff?"
"I know that all the microphones are off," Harry told her. He was right...all the singers were lip-synching.
"Do you even know what lip-synching is?" she asked him. He moved his hand to show that he sort of did, but not totally.
"Listen, you should go out there and sing. I've heard you sing before. I can work the microphones. It's not hard. Besides, you can just move your mouth. You don't have to sing if you don't want." Harry offered.
Hannah shook her head. "I would, but I don't know. I mean, I really want to make a name for myself here. No one knows who I am, and it's really annoying. I'd like people to say, 'Hey, Hannah' when they see me in the hall. But...I guess I can't...I mean...I definitely couldn't sing."
Harry nodded, understanding. "What's this?" he asked, picking up a CD cover. "Oh, it's The Lizzie McGuire Movie Soundtrack. Some other girl from Texas brought it in. Her name's Shannon. Real nice girl."
"Oh," Harry said. "Do you know any songs on here?"
"Only a few. I mean, I only know them because of her." Hannah told her. "But I know all the songs on the rest of the CDs."
Hannah pointed out all the songs she knew. "I'll be right back," Harry said. He rounded up Hermione and Ron and told them his plan.
When it was time for the first singer to start, Harry pushed Hannah out there. "Have fun!" he said.
She was wearing a very cute outfit and definitely looked perfect, and she was wearing a microphone. Her dress was deep blue and had Chinese writing on it.
The song started. She recognized it immediately - Shannon had started the song "What Dreams Are Made Of". Thinking she could just lip-synch to it, she moved her mouth, but no sound came out.
Furious, she looked at the crowd. Ron's blue eyes gave her energy...she knew everything would be okay.
"Have you ever seen such a beautiful night, I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright, when I see you smiling I go oh, oh, oh. I would never miss this, cause in my heart I know what this is. Hey now, hey now. This is what dreams are made of..." she heard in her head.
Then, it was her cue. It was time for her to start singing.
Hey now
hey now
have u ever seen
Such a beautiful night
I could almost kiss the stars
For shining so bright
When i see u smiling i go
Oh, oh, oh
I would never want to miss this
Cuz in my heart i know what this is this
(CHORUS)
Hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Ive got somewhere i belong
Ive got somebody to love
This is what dreams...
Are made of
have u ever wondered
What life is about?
U could search the world
And never figure it out
U dont have to sail the oceans
No, no, no
Happiness is no mystery it's, it's
Here and now it's you and me yeah
(CHORUS )
hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
I've got somewhere i belong
I've got somebody to love
This is what dreams...
Are made of
open your eyes (this is what dreams are made of)
Shout to the sky
(This is what dreams are made of)
When i see u smiling i go
Oh, oh, oh
Yesterday my life was duller
Now everything's is technic color
(CHORUS)
hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now hey now
This is what dreams are made of
I've got somewhere i belong
I've got somebody to love
This is what dreams...
Dreams...
This is what dreams...
Are made of
Hey now hey now, hey now, hey hey this is what dreams hey now hey now this is what dreams what dreams are made of are made of
Everyone gave her a standing o for the performance, and when Hannah went backstage, she almost killed Harry.
"Why did you make me do that?" she practically screamed.
"You said you wanted to make a name for yourself, so, you did!" Shannon replied. "I was talking to Harry!" Hannah yelled.
Shannon sighed. "Listen, Hannah, I don't know you, obviously, and even if I did, I would know that what Harry did for you was really sweet. Now people know your name. Trust me, it'll be a lot better this way. People know you now! Aren't you happy?"
"Yes," Hannah said, furiously.
Ron entered after that and said, "You were great! You look great, too!" He gave her a hug. "Do you use scented shampoo?"
"What?"
"Never mind. Nothing."
Hannah didn't hear him, but he was getting it closer and closer to letting it slip that he did like her.
Hermione entered, like, immediately after that. "That was quite a show," she admitted. "I have to admit, I never thought that you'd have it in you to do something like that."
"Neither did I. But some people make you do stuff." She said, glaring at Harry. He just sheepishly smiled.
"This was a pretty pointless chapter in our lives," Shannon said. She was accompanied by another girl, named Charlotte (who Hannah recognized).
"No, it was a pretty pointless chapter in the story," Charlotte said. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"I'm the author. I can do whatever I want. But we'll keep quiet and let the two lovebirds sing their song."
"I DON'T LIKE HIM!" Hannah said at the same time as Ron said "I DON'T LIKE HER!"
"Course you do. I'm the author; I know everything about you. I created you. Except, well, for you guys." She said, motioning to Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
But Harry hugged Hannah and so did Hermione, and Ron couldn't help but do it again.
"Go out there again! People want to hear you!" Ron said as he heard them chanting "Han-nah, Han-nah!"
So she did. "Hi, I'm Hannah Taylor, I'm 15-years-old and probably younger than most of you seeming as my birthday is September 1, and from the looks of it, I'm more developed than most of you, too.
"But, I am like everyone and I know that things don't always go our way. So...why don't we make the most of the term we have at Hogwarts and enjoy it?"
With that, Hannah went backstage again and signaled for the next singer to enter the stage.
She smiled at Ron, and he smiled back. The gorgeous blue eyes only gave her hope that the world would go on and everything would be okay.
There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, though.
The feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
