Chap Fifty-one

Next, Seamus F. got out of his seat and dragged Neville up to the front, holding his frog Trevor, for a trio. "What should we sing, Nev'?" everyone heard him ask.

Neville looked down at his toad. "Anything but that something wicked this way comes song. It makes me think of boring books that I have to read."

"Oh, okay," said Seamus, and then he started looking in the karaoke catalog. "Hey, I think I found one that would be perfect for us!"

"Really?" Neville looked really interested. "What song would that be?"

"Well," said Seamus. "Can you rock out? I mean, really rock out? Otherwise, I'll have to pick something a little more tame that you can handle."

"Of course I can rock out!" Neville protested. To demonstrate, he started headbanging and Trevor croaked him a beat before joining in.

"Hey, I guess you can!" Seamus said, pleased. "Let's sing one of my personal favorites, which is Whisky in the Jar by Metallica." They picked up their microphones and started singing.

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she treat me easy

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Ron Weasley jumped on top of a table even though Sarah Michelle grabbed his robes and tried to pull him down. He shook his fist in the air. "Hey, are you having a go at my mother? I don't think my mom would let either of you two in the house, much less..." He trailed off, turning red.

"Twelve points from Gryffindor, Mister Weasley, for interrupting the song," said Dumbledore. "However, I will give them back and maybe even add some on if you will be the next performer."

Ron sighed and walked up to the front, scraping his feet with each step.

"Fine," he said to Dumbledore. "I don't want to pick. You pick and let me get this over with."

Dumbledore scratched his beard and then opened his mouth wide. "Aha! I have found the perfect song for you, Ronald. Let's get you jiggy." He waved his wand and Ron appeared with really baggy jeans and a baseball cap turned backwards. Suddenly, the lights started flashing again and Ron started walking up and down the tabletops to a steady beat while Dumbledore laid a scratch over Aaron Carter's Come Get It.

The door bell rings cuz the party's here
I'm crankin up the stereo like it's New Years
Walkin' 'round the house like who's Da Man
(Everybody do it like Ron can)

First on the floor, you know that's me
Bustin' out the moves like it's MTV
I'm guessin' where I'm goin' cuz I lost my head
Then I jumped on table, this is what I said

People all around you gotta
(Come get it)
Everyone together sing it loud
(Come get it)
Jump all around come on
(Come get it)
What...
(Come get it)
Say it again
(Come get it)

People all around you gotta
(Come get it)
From the left to the right, make noise
(Come get it)
Here we go now, come on
Uh uh what what

Na na na na... Na na na na...

The crowd went wild for Ron's rap. He spun his cap around and leaned down in Hermione's face. "Top that, 'Mione."

"All right," said Hermione defiantly.