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**I apologize to anyone who I might offend by getting these lyrics wrong. **



Chapter 3: Wow, What a Voice

Harry opened his mouth to sing, and nothing came out. He could feel the heat rushing to his face as his voice dwindled to a slight croaking noise.

Hermionie looked embarrassed, but not for her, obviously for his sake. It'd happened to her many times when she was taking voice lessons for the first time.

Ron was laughing; he couldn't believe how funny this was. He'd never seen Harry so nervous before or so bad at anything.

Ginny was obviously concerned. She didn't want him to have to endure this so she smacked her brother. He stopped. "Harry you don't need to do this if you don't want to."

When she said that he only wanted to prove he could. He didn't know why she was suddenly the one that he wanted to impress, but she was. He straightened up, and took all of his courage out, and began to sing:

"Feels like you made a mistake, You made somebody's heart break. But now I have to let you go, I have to let you go.

You left a stain, On every one of my good days. But I am stronger than you know, I have to let you go.

No one's ever turned you over, No one's tried, To ever let you down. Beautiful girl, Bless your heart.

I got a disease, Deep inside me, Makes me, Feel uneasy, baby, I can't live without you, Tell me, What am I supposed to do about it? Keep your distance from me, Don't pay no attention to me, I got a disease."

After this he skipped to his favorite part.

"Well I think that I'm sick, Ya' leave me be while My world is fallin' down on me. You taste like honey honey, Tell me can I be your honey?

Please be strong, Keep tellin' myself That it won't take long,'till, I'm free of my disease. Yeah, free of my disease."

Hermionie felt her jaw drop, "Okay, now you've GOT to be in the band. We could totally use a voice like yours." Harry's mouth widened into a humongous grin, but then he realized that that would be just another thing that the press (namely Rita Skeeter) could twist around. But he was proud of himself nonetheless.

His eyes darted to Ginny, nervousness flooding his being, although he wasn't entirely sure why. Her face was totally devoid of any emotion. She looked up at him, their eyes connecting, and then both of them blushed and looked down.

To keep from looking at Ginny, by now he figured that he hadn't done very well, he looked at Ron. Harry expected to find Ron cracking up at him. Yet when Harry looked, Ron looked like a fish, his mouth hanging so wide that somebody probably could've fit a medium sized toy truck into it, and his eyes were blinking, blink, pause, blink, pause, blink, blink, blink.

Harry couldn't help it, his mouth pulled out into possibly the largest smile that he'd ever given ever (possibly excluding when he got the scrapbook of his parents from Hagrid at the end of his first year.) He was convinced that he could actually feel the tips of his mouth at the edge of his ears.

Finally when he was shaking from his inner laughter, someone broke the tension. The rather round witch who pushed the trolley down the corridor, came right around a bend. "Would any of you care for anything off of the trolley?"

**Hee, hee, okay, who didn't expect that? I mean our Harry here is "Wonder Boy" after all. Yay! Go Harry, Ron's got no brain, well yeah he does, but it's funnier if for right now he doesn't show it. Grins mischievously. "Will Hermionie continue to cover for what she was originally gonna' tell Harry?" "Will "The Band" work out?" and "Will Harry stop being so skeptical?" "Tune in next time to find out. 'Same bat time, same bat place'" **