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Chapter 4
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran to the gargoyle statue at the end of one of Hogwarts numerous halls and then, much to the surprise of Ron and Hermione, Harry called out the password.
"Droobles!"
As they went up the circular staircase, they stared at him. He shrugged. "Dumbledore gave it to me so that I might come to him if I have anymore of those dreams like I had last year. He doesn't want me to do something stupid like last time." He shuddered. "Who knows, it could be one of you that I lose next time."
Hermione, the tears welling in her eyes, leaned forward to hug him, but just then Professor McGonagall pushed by them looking very flustered indeed.
With a loud "Out of my way, children!" and a shove she was gone.
The trio glanced at each other, but kept going up till they reached the Headmaster's door. It was still open a crack. Hermione leaned forward and looked in.
Dumbledore stood behind his desk with his hands behind his back and looking out of one high window. He made a very pretty picture to her, with the one light source in the whole room shining on him and the darkness surrounding him from all sides. Ron tried to push past her, but she stopped him.
"Shh," she whispered to him. He stopped in frustration and bewilderment, but obeyed her order.
Hermione heard the low rhythmic notes of something akin to a cello or bass and knew what was coming.
"Is anybody there?" sang Dumbledore, still with his back turned to them. The solemn call of a trumpet answered him.
"Does anybody care?
Does anybody see what I see?"
He sighed and dropped his hands to his side in frustration.
"He wants me to quit
He says, 'Al, give up the fight.'
Still, to Dark Lords I say
'Goodnight. Forever, goodnight!'"
His cry came triumphant and ringing, echoing through his dim office.
"For I have come
To Hogwarts
Let the bridge be burned behind me
Come what may, come what may.
To victory!"
The sound caused all three of the eavesdroppers to jump with a loud sound, but Dumbledore was so engrossed with his song that he didn't even notice.
"His followers all say we'll rue the day
'There'll be hell to pay!'
It might all be purgatory
But through all the gloom, through all the gloom
I can see the rays of ravishing Light and Glory!"
The tune had taken on an almost frantic turn. The music was quicker, triumphant, determined, and it all caused the tears to return to Hermione's eyes, shivers to run up her spine, and the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end.
"Is anybody there?
Does anybody care?
Does anybody see what I see?"
She could feel Ron and Harry frozen behind her, but her limbs began to shake in anticipation and something like excitement.
"I see fireworks
I see the curses, the pomp and parade
I hear the bells ringing out
I hear the Dark Lord's roar.
I see Wizardkind
All Wizardkind free
Forever more!"
The music slowed and Dumbledore's stature went from strong and sure, to more stooped and age in the blink of an eye. Hermione felt as though she had had a glimpse of the man that had once been young and full of fire and hope for the future only to see him turn into something beyond that which Dumbledore was now. It was like an age and a half had gone by and she had witnessed the peak as well as the decline. It struck her. A low trill encompassed the room.
"How quiet
How quiet my chamber is
How silent
How silent my chamber is."
Dumbledore sighed and looked back into the light pouring into his room.
"Is anybody there?
Does anybody care?
Does anybody see
What I see?"
He folded his arms once again behind his back.
Hermione, taking this as a signal that the song was over, stepped into the room.
"We do, Professor," she whispered.
The aged Headmaster twisted in his place to look at them. A bright twinkle was in his eyes beside a larger sadder one.
"Ah, Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, Harry. How wonderful to see all of you."
Hermione risked a small smile. "Professor, we aren't here to discuss V- Voldemort, but we do wish to speak with you."
His eyes twinkled more brightly and merrily. "Then have a seat." He conjured up some nice chairs from the air. "All three of you."
They sat quickly and Hermione leaned forward to speak. "I know that we're disturbing you, sir, but I think I might be starting to understand a little more of this little musical influenza that's taking over the school. You see, this morning I had a dream. In this dream there was some man coming up to the school from Hogsmeade. It was dark out so I couldn't see his face properly, but he was singing and he said a spell. I think he has something to do with it." She paused. "In fact, I'm sure of it."
Dumbledore looked at her with his hands folded in front of his face. He was clearly in deep thought. "I must say, Ms. Granger that I most wholeheartedly agree with you. That man in your dreams is probably a very real person who is, even at this very moment, headed towards Hogwarts." He rose from his seat. "I suggest that the three of you head off to the Great Hall for lunch. It is nearing that time, you know." And with that he left the office.
Hermione turned to her stunned friends with a look of shock on her face to rival their own. "I wonder." she started.
Ron glared at her. "Now don't start that song again!" he cried. "It took me long enough to get over the little exercise you gave me the first time. I don't want to run down the stairs at breakneck speed."
Hermione gave him a venomous stare. "I wasn't going to sing. I was just wondering where Dumbledore was going."
"How can you tell you weren't going to sing?" Ron shot back. "It's not like the rest of us get a warning. Why should you?"
"Now, really, Ron, I wasn't going to sing! I think that you just might be jealous that I sing so much better than--"
"Jealous?! Jealous, you say? I am not jealous of a bushy-haired girl who sings like a chipmunk!"
Hermione's temper bristled. "A chipmunk? Really, Ron, I don't sing all that bad." She smirked. "You, on the other hand--"
Harry stood up between them. "Enough! You two can argue later. Right now, all I want is something to eat and maybe a good rest before afternoon classes, all right?"
So they went, with Harry in the lead and Ron and Hermione a few paces behind still arguing over who made the better singer.
On their way to the Great Hall they met up with Seamus, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, the Creevey brothers, Ginny, Parvati, and Lavender. They were all laughing, having a good time, as they made their way to lunch. The trio gladly joined them.
Lunch was a huge affair. Everyone was chattering about the different songs that they'd sung, or heard sung that no one was really eating all that much. Hermione heard some Hufflepuff second years talking about how the DADA teacher sang about Expelliarmus. Even the teachers seemed amused, that is, all except for McGonagall and Snape who looked mortified.
All went well during lunch, but after was a different story. As soon as they got out of the Hall and stopped to talk by the house points hourglasses, a very disgruntled Professor Snape happened upon them.
"Hey you!" He called at them. "What are you doing inside on a day like this when you could be outside making--," he grimaced, "children of yourselves?"
Grumbling, they went out of the doors out to the grounds.
"Why does he have to be so grumpy all the time?" Lavender asked. "It's not like anyone's ever really done anything to him."
The two Weasleys, Harry and Hermione glanced at each other briefly, exchanging silent understandings.
"I know what you mean," Dean said. "He's always so...sour."
Seamus pulled his robes about him in a Snape like fashion. He put a smirk on his face and glared at Harry. "Hey you?" he called in his best Snape impression.
Harry, catching the game, responded in kind with his best innocent voice. "Who me, Professor Snape?"
The girls giggled and the boys grinned. "Yeah, you," Seamus continued. "Why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't take you to the Headmaster's office, ya punk?!"
Harry knelt down before him with his hands clasped in front. "Dear kindly Professor Snapie," he sang.
"You gotta understand
You got us all so apie
Of course we're out of hand
Our ingredients all are smashéd
Our potions all are drunk
Golly Moses, naturally we're punks!"
All the boys knelt beside Harry and began to sing.
"Gee, Professor Snapie
We're very upset
We never got the grades that every child oughta get
We ain't no ignoramus, we're misunderstood
Deep down inside we're very good"
Harry stood. "We're very good!"
They continued in unison:
"Very good, very good
We are so damn good
Right inside the worst of us is good!"
Seamus/Snape pretended to cry. "That's a touching good story!"
Harry put an arm over his shoulder. "Let me tell it to the world!"
Seamus whipped Harry's arm away from him. "Just tell it to Dumbledore."
The boys scrambled around before picking Dean Thomas to be Dumbledore. Dean folded his hands in front of himself and looked to Harry with bright and happy eyes. Harry sat beside him and pretended to be very sad and confused.
"Dear kindly Dumbledore," he sang.
"My parents both are dead
Even with your sympathy
I cannot get ahead!
My auntie doesn't want me
She thinks I'm really bad
Leapin' lizards, that's why I'm so sad.
Dean/Dumbledore stood up. "Right!"
"Professor Snapie, you're really a square
This boy don't need me, he needs Minerva's care.
It's just his lack of family that needs to be cured
He is sociologically disturbed."
Harry stood. "I'm disturbed!"
The other boys continued to sing again.
"He's disturbed, he's disturbed
He's the most disturbed
Like he's sociologically disturbed."
Dean waved his hands in the air to get the attention back on him. "Wait, wait. In the opinion of this school we say he's depraved on account of he ain't had a normal home."
Harry ran over to Ginny. "Hey, I'm depraved on account of I'm deprived!" She laughed.
"So take him to Dep. Headmistress!" Dean continued.
Seamus looked up. "Dep. Headmistress, Yeah!"
Again they began to scramble around before grabbing Hermione to be the McGonagall. She looked at him sternly over a quickly conjured set of square spectacles identical to those of the real Professor. Harry sat beside her and began to sing.
"My friends are really crazy,
Some are real S.O.B.'s
Some are just plain lazy
And others simply hate me
I'm failing all my classes
I can't get any rest
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess!"
Hermione/McGonagall stood. "Yes, Professor Snapie," she sang.
"You're really a dope
This boy don't need me
Just a little extra hope.
Society's played him a terrible trick
And deep down inside him he is sick."
Harry shot up. "I am sick!"
The other boys took over again.
"He is sick, he is sick
He is sick, sick, sick
Like all the way inside him he is sick."
Hermione cleared her throat. "In my opinion, this child doesn't need to talk with me at all. Having no hope is purely due to the Ministry. (Harry interrupted, "Hey, it's all due to the Ministry!") So take him to the Minister!"
They scrambled about some more before settling on Colin Creevey to be the plump Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Harry sat beside him like he had all the others before him and began a new bit.
"Dear kindly Mr. Minister,
They say to come to you
I really do not like you
Because you're such a fool!
It's not I'm anti-government
I'm only anti-Fudge
Glorioski, that's why I won't budge."
Colin/Fudge stood up. "EEE! Professor Snapie," he sang.
"You've done it again.
This boy don't need a Minister
He needs a year in the pen!
It ain't just a question of misunderstood!
Deep down inside him
He's no good!"
Harry jumped up. "I'm no good!"
The boys broke into song again.
"He's no good, he's no good
He's no earthly good
Like the best of him
Is no damn good!"
Harry began to go from one person to the other as they said what the Minister and Snape thought of him.
"The trouble is he's lazy!" cried Dennis Creevey.
"The trouble is he drinks!" yelled a hysterical Lavender.
"The trouble is he's crazy!" screamed a doubled over Ron.
"The trouble is he stinks!" giggled Ginny.
"The trouble is he's growing!" laughed Parvati.
"The trouble is he's grown!" snorted Neville.
They all knelt down before Seamus/Snape and sang in unison.
"Snapie, we've got troubles of our own.
Dear Professor Snapie
We're down on our knees."
Harry raised his hand and sang alone.
"Cause no one wants a fella with a social disease!"
They sang together again.
"Gee Professor Snapie
What are we to do?"
They stood up all as one in front him.
"Gee Professor Snapie
"Snape you!" They cried as they pushed Seamus down all together.
They all laughed in unison. Ginny and Hermione even fell over onto the ground from an unstoppable case of the giggles.
"Can you imagine what would happen if we did that inside?" Neville said between gasps for air and laughs.
Harry laughed harder. "Yeah. But can you imagine what would happen if SNAPE heard that?" They all erupted into another round of laughter.
"I can very well imagine, Mr. Potter," an icy voice said from above them. They stopped their hysterics and looked up into the angry and sallow face of their most hated and most feared Professor. In a scurry of feet and cloth they got to their feet.
Snape sneered at them one by one. "I think that ten points each ought to make you have a bit more respect for me don't you?" He glared at Harry. "And an extra ten from you, Potter, for making fun of many respected members of society as well as yourself." Harry glared right back.
With a final sneer and a swoosh of the robes he stalked away from them, leaving them to grumble over and over again about how unfair he was, how rude it was to take extra points from Harry, and how annoying it was to sing at all the wrong times.
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Wow, another chapter in such a short time! Woohoo! I'm getting back into the writing thing finally! Ok, well, now that I'm done being me, why don't you review? It's not hard. Oh, and the songs in this chapter were variations of "Is Anybody There?" from 1776 and "Gee Officer Krupke" from West Side Story. Oh, and one more thing, if you read this, please go read my other story. You can find it on my profile. It's called "A Time to Remember." Thanks for reading!
Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran to the gargoyle statue at the end of one of Hogwarts numerous halls and then, much to the surprise of Ron and Hermione, Harry called out the password.
"Droobles!"
As they went up the circular staircase, they stared at him. He shrugged. "Dumbledore gave it to me so that I might come to him if I have anymore of those dreams like I had last year. He doesn't want me to do something stupid like last time." He shuddered. "Who knows, it could be one of you that I lose next time."
Hermione, the tears welling in her eyes, leaned forward to hug him, but just then Professor McGonagall pushed by them looking very flustered indeed.
With a loud "Out of my way, children!" and a shove she was gone.
The trio glanced at each other, but kept going up till they reached the Headmaster's door. It was still open a crack. Hermione leaned forward and looked in.
Dumbledore stood behind his desk with his hands behind his back and looking out of one high window. He made a very pretty picture to her, with the one light source in the whole room shining on him and the darkness surrounding him from all sides. Ron tried to push past her, but she stopped him.
"Shh," she whispered to him. He stopped in frustration and bewilderment, but obeyed her order.
Hermione heard the low rhythmic notes of something akin to a cello or bass and knew what was coming.
"Is anybody there?" sang Dumbledore, still with his back turned to them. The solemn call of a trumpet answered him.
"Does anybody care?
Does anybody see what I see?"
He sighed and dropped his hands to his side in frustration.
"He wants me to quit
He says, 'Al, give up the fight.'
Still, to Dark Lords I say
'Goodnight. Forever, goodnight!'"
His cry came triumphant and ringing, echoing through his dim office.
"For I have come
To Hogwarts
Let the bridge be burned behind me
Come what may, come what may.
To victory!"
The sound caused all three of the eavesdroppers to jump with a loud sound, but Dumbledore was so engrossed with his song that he didn't even notice.
"His followers all say we'll rue the day
'There'll be hell to pay!'
It might all be purgatory
But through all the gloom, through all the gloom
I can see the rays of ravishing Light and Glory!"
The tune had taken on an almost frantic turn. The music was quicker, triumphant, determined, and it all caused the tears to return to Hermione's eyes, shivers to run up her spine, and the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end.
"Is anybody there?
Does anybody care?
Does anybody see what I see?"
She could feel Ron and Harry frozen behind her, but her limbs began to shake in anticipation and something like excitement.
"I see fireworks
I see the curses, the pomp and parade
I hear the bells ringing out
I hear the Dark Lord's roar.
I see Wizardkind
All Wizardkind free
Forever more!"
The music slowed and Dumbledore's stature went from strong and sure, to more stooped and age in the blink of an eye. Hermione felt as though she had had a glimpse of the man that had once been young and full of fire and hope for the future only to see him turn into something beyond that which Dumbledore was now. It was like an age and a half had gone by and she had witnessed the peak as well as the decline. It struck her. A low trill encompassed the room.
"How quiet
How quiet my chamber is
How silent
How silent my chamber is."
Dumbledore sighed and looked back into the light pouring into his room.
"Is anybody there?
Does anybody care?
Does anybody see
What I see?"
He folded his arms once again behind his back.
Hermione, taking this as a signal that the song was over, stepped into the room.
"We do, Professor," she whispered.
The aged Headmaster twisted in his place to look at them. A bright twinkle was in his eyes beside a larger sadder one.
"Ah, Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, Harry. How wonderful to see all of you."
Hermione risked a small smile. "Professor, we aren't here to discuss V- Voldemort, but we do wish to speak with you."
His eyes twinkled more brightly and merrily. "Then have a seat." He conjured up some nice chairs from the air. "All three of you."
They sat quickly and Hermione leaned forward to speak. "I know that we're disturbing you, sir, but I think I might be starting to understand a little more of this little musical influenza that's taking over the school. You see, this morning I had a dream. In this dream there was some man coming up to the school from Hogsmeade. It was dark out so I couldn't see his face properly, but he was singing and he said a spell. I think he has something to do with it." She paused. "In fact, I'm sure of it."
Dumbledore looked at her with his hands folded in front of his face. He was clearly in deep thought. "I must say, Ms. Granger that I most wholeheartedly agree with you. That man in your dreams is probably a very real person who is, even at this very moment, headed towards Hogwarts." He rose from his seat. "I suggest that the three of you head off to the Great Hall for lunch. It is nearing that time, you know." And with that he left the office.
Hermione turned to her stunned friends with a look of shock on her face to rival their own. "I wonder." she started.
Ron glared at her. "Now don't start that song again!" he cried. "It took me long enough to get over the little exercise you gave me the first time. I don't want to run down the stairs at breakneck speed."
Hermione gave him a venomous stare. "I wasn't going to sing. I was just wondering where Dumbledore was going."
"How can you tell you weren't going to sing?" Ron shot back. "It's not like the rest of us get a warning. Why should you?"
"Now, really, Ron, I wasn't going to sing! I think that you just might be jealous that I sing so much better than--"
"Jealous?! Jealous, you say? I am not jealous of a bushy-haired girl who sings like a chipmunk!"
Hermione's temper bristled. "A chipmunk? Really, Ron, I don't sing all that bad." She smirked. "You, on the other hand--"
Harry stood up between them. "Enough! You two can argue later. Right now, all I want is something to eat and maybe a good rest before afternoon classes, all right?"
So they went, with Harry in the lead and Ron and Hermione a few paces behind still arguing over who made the better singer.
On their way to the Great Hall they met up with Seamus, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, the Creevey brothers, Ginny, Parvati, and Lavender. They were all laughing, having a good time, as they made their way to lunch. The trio gladly joined them.
Lunch was a huge affair. Everyone was chattering about the different songs that they'd sung, or heard sung that no one was really eating all that much. Hermione heard some Hufflepuff second years talking about how the DADA teacher sang about Expelliarmus. Even the teachers seemed amused, that is, all except for McGonagall and Snape who looked mortified.
All went well during lunch, but after was a different story. As soon as they got out of the Hall and stopped to talk by the house points hourglasses, a very disgruntled Professor Snape happened upon them.
"Hey you!" He called at them. "What are you doing inside on a day like this when you could be outside making--," he grimaced, "children of yourselves?"
Grumbling, they went out of the doors out to the grounds.
"Why does he have to be so grumpy all the time?" Lavender asked. "It's not like anyone's ever really done anything to him."
The two Weasleys, Harry and Hermione glanced at each other briefly, exchanging silent understandings.
"I know what you mean," Dean said. "He's always so...sour."
Seamus pulled his robes about him in a Snape like fashion. He put a smirk on his face and glared at Harry. "Hey you?" he called in his best Snape impression.
Harry, catching the game, responded in kind with his best innocent voice. "Who me, Professor Snape?"
The girls giggled and the boys grinned. "Yeah, you," Seamus continued. "Why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't take you to the Headmaster's office, ya punk?!"
Harry knelt down before him with his hands clasped in front. "Dear kindly Professor Snapie," he sang.
"You gotta understand
You got us all so apie
Of course we're out of hand
Our ingredients all are smashéd
Our potions all are drunk
Golly Moses, naturally we're punks!"
All the boys knelt beside Harry and began to sing.
"Gee, Professor Snapie
We're very upset
We never got the grades that every child oughta get
We ain't no ignoramus, we're misunderstood
Deep down inside we're very good"
Harry stood. "We're very good!"
They continued in unison:
"Very good, very good
We are so damn good
Right inside the worst of us is good!"
Seamus/Snape pretended to cry. "That's a touching good story!"
Harry put an arm over his shoulder. "Let me tell it to the world!"
Seamus whipped Harry's arm away from him. "Just tell it to Dumbledore."
The boys scrambled around before picking Dean Thomas to be Dumbledore. Dean folded his hands in front of himself and looked to Harry with bright and happy eyes. Harry sat beside him and pretended to be very sad and confused.
"Dear kindly Dumbledore," he sang.
"My parents both are dead
Even with your sympathy
I cannot get ahead!
My auntie doesn't want me
She thinks I'm really bad
Leapin' lizards, that's why I'm so sad.
Dean/Dumbledore stood up. "Right!"
"Professor Snapie, you're really a square
This boy don't need me, he needs Minerva's care.
It's just his lack of family that needs to be cured
He is sociologically disturbed."
Harry stood. "I'm disturbed!"
The other boys continued to sing again.
"He's disturbed, he's disturbed
He's the most disturbed
Like he's sociologically disturbed."
Dean waved his hands in the air to get the attention back on him. "Wait, wait. In the opinion of this school we say he's depraved on account of he ain't had a normal home."
Harry ran over to Ginny. "Hey, I'm depraved on account of I'm deprived!" She laughed.
"So take him to Dep. Headmistress!" Dean continued.
Seamus looked up. "Dep. Headmistress, Yeah!"
Again they began to scramble around before grabbing Hermione to be the McGonagall. She looked at him sternly over a quickly conjured set of square spectacles identical to those of the real Professor. Harry sat beside her and began to sing.
"My friends are really crazy,
Some are real S.O.B.'s
Some are just plain lazy
And others simply hate me
I'm failing all my classes
I can't get any rest
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess!"
Hermione/McGonagall stood. "Yes, Professor Snapie," she sang.
"You're really a dope
This boy don't need me
Just a little extra hope.
Society's played him a terrible trick
And deep down inside him he is sick."
Harry shot up. "I am sick!"
The other boys took over again.
"He is sick, he is sick
He is sick, sick, sick
Like all the way inside him he is sick."
Hermione cleared her throat. "In my opinion, this child doesn't need to talk with me at all. Having no hope is purely due to the Ministry. (Harry interrupted, "Hey, it's all due to the Ministry!") So take him to the Minister!"
They scrambled about some more before settling on Colin Creevey to be the plump Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Harry sat beside him like he had all the others before him and began a new bit.
"Dear kindly Mr. Minister,
They say to come to you
I really do not like you
Because you're such a fool!
It's not I'm anti-government
I'm only anti-Fudge
Glorioski, that's why I won't budge."
Colin/Fudge stood up. "EEE! Professor Snapie," he sang.
"You've done it again.
This boy don't need a Minister
He needs a year in the pen!
It ain't just a question of misunderstood!
Deep down inside him
He's no good!"
Harry jumped up. "I'm no good!"
The boys broke into song again.
"He's no good, he's no good
He's no earthly good
Like the best of him
Is no damn good!"
Harry began to go from one person to the other as they said what the Minister and Snape thought of him.
"The trouble is he's lazy!" cried Dennis Creevey.
"The trouble is he drinks!" yelled a hysterical Lavender.
"The trouble is he's crazy!" screamed a doubled over Ron.
"The trouble is he stinks!" giggled Ginny.
"The trouble is he's growing!" laughed Parvati.
"The trouble is he's grown!" snorted Neville.
They all knelt down before Seamus/Snape and sang in unison.
"Snapie, we've got troubles of our own.
Dear Professor Snapie
We're down on our knees."
Harry raised his hand and sang alone.
"Cause no one wants a fella with a social disease!"
They sang together again.
"Gee Professor Snapie
What are we to do?"
They stood up all as one in front him.
"Gee Professor Snapie
"Snape you!" They cried as they pushed Seamus down all together.
They all laughed in unison. Ginny and Hermione even fell over onto the ground from an unstoppable case of the giggles.
"Can you imagine what would happen if we did that inside?" Neville said between gasps for air and laughs.
Harry laughed harder. "Yeah. But can you imagine what would happen if SNAPE heard that?" They all erupted into another round of laughter.
"I can very well imagine, Mr. Potter," an icy voice said from above them. They stopped their hysterics and looked up into the angry and sallow face of their most hated and most feared Professor. In a scurry of feet and cloth they got to their feet.
Snape sneered at them one by one. "I think that ten points each ought to make you have a bit more respect for me don't you?" He glared at Harry. "And an extra ten from you, Potter, for making fun of many respected members of society as well as yourself." Harry glared right back.
With a final sneer and a swoosh of the robes he stalked away from them, leaving them to grumble over and over again about how unfair he was, how rude it was to take extra points from Harry, and how annoying it was to sing at all the wrong times.
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Wow, another chapter in such a short time! Woohoo! I'm getting back into the writing thing finally! Ok, well, now that I'm done being me, why don't you review? It's not hard. Oh, and the songs in this chapter were variations of "Is Anybody There?" from 1776 and "Gee Officer Krupke" from West Side Story. Oh, and one more thing, if you read this, please go read my other story. You can find it on my profile. It's called "A Time to Remember." Thanks for reading!