Disclaimer: This chapter it's the theme song from "Salute Your Shorts" I
don't own it, nor do I own Camp Anawanna. And I still don't own any HP
characters.
The Key to Success
Ch1: Camp Anawanna
Ron grinned out across the huge crowd. Two years had passed since the wizarding world first saw his advertisement for his, Harry, and Hermione's detective agency. Since then, he had been requested to direct hundreds of advertising endeavors. He had been reluctant to leave the company that he and his two best friends had worked so hard to get off the ground, however, little over a year after their commercial aired, they had eradicated nearly all wrong-doers and business fell apart.
Harry and Hermione had taken the news rather well, actually. Ron, who already had a job as a director secured, hadn't been worried, and was rather surprised to find his friends taking it so well. Apparently, they had been waiting for the opportune time to ask him how he felt about closing shop; both had had enough with crime fighting and wished to start a new life again.
It wasn't with remorse that they then closed down DTDS, rather with a sense of excitement at the possibilities that lay before them. Despite how they all lived different lives when it came to the working business, the three remained as close as ever. In fact, it was out of their friendship that the night's event was even occurring.
Ron had made hundreds of commercials. There was no doubt about that. And after two years, Harry had comically suggested that they have an awards ceremony to honor the best of the best. And that was exactly what they were doing. Nearly everyone Ron had ever made a video for was present, all eager to relive their performances.
"Good evening, everyone! Welcome to the first annual Weasley Productions Awards!" Ron shouted into the microphone, deafening every person present in the room.
Ron laughed at the mistake and spoke in a normal voice, "Sorry 'bout that, folks. Well, a lot has happened for me these past two years. Directing has been one of the greatest experiences of my life. From producing my two best friend's commercials—"he glanced at Harry and Hermione "—to my family, to even Draco Malfoy. I've had a blast, and I'm thrilled that all of you have come out to relive it all."
"Speak for yourself!" Malfoy shouted from the back, "I'm just here for the cash prize!"
"Cash...?" Ron suddenly glared at Fred and George who whistled innocently. Rolling his eyes, Ron turned back to Malfoy, "No cash, Malfoy. Just the recognition on this publicized broadcast."
Malfoy looked taken back, quickly shoving away a camera that had started to zoom in on him, "What good is that for!? That bloody commercial you made got me all the business I need!"
Ron pretended to blush and waved off the compliment, "I daresay that's the nicest thing you've ever said, Malfoy."
The blonde curled his lip, grumbling about how he knew who he was targeting next. Ron ignored him and continued on with his speech, "Anyway, continuing on with my speech—"he fumbled through his note cards "—Er...never mind. I guess that was it."
He clapped his hands together, tossing his note cards over his shoulder, "On with the show! First up is the winner of 'Most Detrimental to the Producer in the Making.' And the winner, please."
Malfoy could be heard muttering about how stupid a category it was and was promptly smacked upside the head by Ginny who sat a table away with her family.
"And the winner is...Severus Snape: Camp Anawanna!" Ron said enthusiastically, waving the card in the air.
Snape cankered slowly forward, only after being shoved forward by Dumbledore and McGonagall. Once he was on stage, Ron clapped his hand over his old professor's shoulders, "Good to see you again, Professor! Tell me, how do you feel knowing that you won this award."
Snape's eyes were narrow, his arms crossed, as he said quietly through clenched teeth, "Weasley, get off."
Ron cleared his throat, "Er, right! What a great speech! Let's hear it out for him everybody!"
There was a dull applause and Ron laughed, "You know. You know, it's funny. I remember when we were making this, I wasn't even a producer! Remember, Professor, how you used inherited that camp from your uncle and made us all go there?"
Snape didn't respond, but Ron went on anyway, "Boy, I sure do! That was one summer! And here, folks, you're going to see just the typical day Camp Anawanna had for everyone!"
The lights started to dim and Ron walked off stage with Snape, his arm still slung over his shoulder as he continued to talk jovially.
~*~
All the Gryffindors from when the Dream Team used to attend Hogwarts were lined up on stands, Snape in front of them waving his arms back and forth, trying to direct them, though truly he had no idea what he was doing. The Gryffindors, knowing this, felt little motivation to sing at all:
"We run, we jump, we swim and play
We row and go on trips
But the things that last forever,
Our dear friendships"
The Gryffindors, tired of being bored out of their minds, broke off simultaneously to different areas of the room. Snape, now at a piano, played it rather well:
"Camp Anawanna"
Ginny, who had discovered the joys of singing earlier that summer, sat beside Snape on the bench:
"We hold you in our hearts"
Dean and Seamus were jumping up and down in front of Lee Jordan who was recording the whole thing. Both boys were eager to get as much air time as the next:
"And when we think about you—"
Fred and George suddenly shouted at the top of their lungs from the back of the room:
"It makes me wanna fart!"
Snape glowered at the two stopped playing the piano as he raged at them with his wand erect:
"It's 'I hope we never part'
Now get it right or pay the price!"
Snape sent a warning glance at Hermione who regarded him carefully as Snape started to play the piano again. She looked anywhere but him as she sang nervously:
"Now we will share a lifetime
Of the fondest memories"
Lavender quietly crept toward the door closest to the lake side, determined to get some sunbathing in before summer ended:
"By the lake of Anawanna"
Parvati Patil quickly followed her:
"Set in the old pine trees"
Harry and Ron sat at a table, desperately wishing to be anywhere but there. Harry was dully fingering his wand:
"Camp Anawanna"
Ron suddenly stood up dramatically and clasped his hand over his heart, startling Harry. Ron seemed not to notice, though, as he sang:
"We hold you in our hearts"
Colin, who had just been preparing to snap a picture of Harry behind his back, sang, steadily losing attention to the song and sneaking up closer to Harry:
"But when we think..."
Harry turned around after the flash and raised and eyebrow at Colin who ran way, waving his camera in the air ecstatically. Neville, on the other hand, was busy trying to figure out how to work a fishing rod, his face growing more and more puzzled when all the line wire burst out of it's container. He blanched and tugged on Snape's robe:
"This thing came apart..."
Snape shoved him over into the group of remaining Gryffindors which he had already gathered. Taking his wand, he pointed to a display board. The kids sang the words:
"Think Anawanna"
Snape pointed to a different set of words:
"Speak Anawanna"
Snape pointed to yet another set of words:
"Live Anawanna"
Snape pointed to the final set of words on there "Love your counselor." The kids all dispersed in disgust:
"Ugh!"
~*~
The lights flickered back on and a loud round of applause was heard. Snape sauntered back to his table, glad that he was at least finished with.
"Just let me tell you," Ron started as he got back onto the stage, "That was no ordinary camp. Okay! Next category is..."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, yes, most chapters are going to be like this. And, yes, all the songs will be theme songs! I don't really know why I thought of this...kind of a weird concept, but, hey, it's unique! You have to give it props for that! Well, this is chapter two, so if you're this far, hopefully you kinda like it? So maybe you'll sorta review?
The Key to Success
Ch1: Camp Anawanna
Ron grinned out across the huge crowd. Two years had passed since the wizarding world first saw his advertisement for his, Harry, and Hermione's detective agency. Since then, he had been requested to direct hundreds of advertising endeavors. He had been reluctant to leave the company that he and his two best friends had worked so hard to get off the ground, however, little over a year after their commercial aired, they had eradicated nearly all wrong-doers and business fell apart.
Harry and Hermione had taken the news rather well, actually. Ron, who already had a job as a director secured, hadn't been worried, and was rather surprised to find his friends taking it so well. Apparently, they had been waiting for the opportune time to ask him how he felt about closing shop; both had had enough with crime fighting and wished to start a new life again.
It wasn't with remorse that they then closed down DTDS, rather with a sense of excitement at the possibilities that lay before them. Despite how they all lived different lives when it came to the working business, the three remained as close as ever. In fact, it was out of their friendship that the night's event was even occurring.
Ron had made hundreds of commercials. There was no doubt about that. And after two years, Harry had comically suggested that they have an awards ceremony to honor the best of the best. And that was exactly what they were doing. Nearly everyone Ron had ever made a video for was present, all eager to relive their performances.
"Good evening, everyone! Welcome to the first annual Weasley Productions Awards!" Ron shouted into the microphone, deafening every person present in the room.
Ron laughed at the mistake and spoke in a normal voice, "Sorry 'bout that, folks. Well, a lot has happened for me these past two years. Directing has been one of the greatest experiences of my life. From producing my two best friend's commercials—"he glanced at Harry and Hermione "—to my family, to even Draco Malfoy. I've had a blast, and I'm thrilled that all of you have come out to relive it all."
"Speak for yourself!" Malfoy shouted from the back, "I'm just here for the cash prize!"
"Cash...?" Ron suddenly glared at Fred and George who whistled innocently. Rolling his eyes, Ron turned back to Malfoy, "No cash, Malfoy. Just the recognition on this publicized broadcast."
Malfoy looked taken back, quickly shoving away a camera that had started to zoom in on him, "What good is that for!? That bloody commercial you made got me all the business I need!"
Ron pretended to blush and waved off the compliment, "I daresay that's the nicest thing you've ever said, Malfoy."
The blonde curled his lip, grumbling about how he knew who he was targeting next. Ron ignored him and continued on with his speech, "Anyway, continuing on with my speech—"he fumbled through his note cards "—Er...never mind. I guess that was it."
He clapped his hands together, tossing his note cards over his shoulder, "On with the show! First up is the winner of 'Most Detrimental to the Producer in the Making.' And the winner, please."
Malfoy could be heard muttering about how stupid a category it was and was promptly smacked upside the head by Ginny who sat a table away with her family.
"And the winner is...Severus Snape: Camp Anawanna!" Ron said enthusiastically, waving the card in the air.
Snape cankered slowly forward, only after being shoved forward by Dumbledore and McGonagall. Once he was on stage, Ron clapped his hand over his old professor's shoulders, "Good to see you again, Professor! Tell me, how do you feel knowing that you won this award."
Snape's eyes were narrow, his arms crossed, as he said quietly through clenched teeth, "Weasley, get off."
Ron cleared his throat, "Er, right! What a great speech! Let's hear it out for him everybody!"
There was a dull applause and Ron laughed, "You know. You know, it's funny. I remember when we were making this, I wasn't even a producer! Remember, Professor, how you used inherited that camp from your uncle and made us all go there?"
Snape didn't respond, but Ron went on anyway, "Boy, I sure do! That was one summer! And here, folks, you're going to see just the typical day Camp Anawanna had for everyone!"
The lights started to dim and Ron walked off stage with Snape, his arm still slung over his shoulder as he continued to talk jovially.
~*~
All the Gryffindors from when the Dream Team used to attend Hogwarts were lined up on stands, Snape in front of them waving his arms back and forth, trying to direct them, though truly he had no idea what he was doing. The Gryffindors, knowing this, felt little motivation to sing at all:
"We run, we jump, we swim and play
We row and go on trips
But the things that last forever,
Our dear friendships"
The Gryffindors, tired of being bored out of their minds, broke off simultaneously to different areas of the room. Snape, now at a piano, played it rather well:
"Camp Anawanna"
Ginny, who had discovered the joys of singing earlier that summer, sat beside Snape on the bench:
"We hold you in our hearts"
Dean and Seamus were jumping up and down in front of Lee Jordan who was recording the whole thing. Both boys were eager to get as much air time as the next:
"And when we think about you—"
Fred and George suddenly shouted at the top of their lungs from the back of the room:
"It makes me wanna fart!"
Snape glowered at the two stopped playing the piano as he raged at them with his wand erect:
"It's 'I hope we never part'
Now get it right or pay the price!"
Snape sent a warning glance at Hermione who regarded him carefully as Snape started to play the piano again. She looked anywhere but him as she sang nervously:
"Now we will share a lifetime
Of the fondest memories"
Lavender quietly crept toward the door closest to the lake side, determined to get some sunbathing in before summer ended:
"By the lake of Anawanna"
Parvati Patil quickly followed her:
"Set in the old pine trees"
Harry and Ron sat at a table, desperately wishing to be anywhere but there. Harry was dully fingering his wand:
"Camp Anawanna"
Ron suddenly stood up dramatically and clasped his hand over his heart, startling Harry. Ron seemed not to notice, though, as he sang:
"We hold you in our hearts"
Colin, who had just been preparing to snap a picture of Harry behind his back, sang, steadily losing attention to the song and sneaking up closer to Harry:
"But when we think..."
Harry turned around after the flash and raised and eyebrow at Colin who ran way, waving his camera in the air ecstatically. Neville, on the other hand, was busy trying to figure out how to work a fishing rod, his face growing more and more puzzled when all the line wire burst out of it's container. He blanched and tugged on Snape's robe:
"This thing came apart..."
Snape shoved him over into the group of remaining Gryffindors which he had already gathered. Taking his wand, he pointed to a display board. The kids sang the words:
"Think Anawanna"
Snape pointed to a different set of words:
"Speak Anawanna"
Snape pointed to yet another set of words:
"Live Anawanna"
Snape pointed to the final set of words on there "Love your counselor." The kids all dispersed in disgust:
"Ugh!"
~*~
The lights flickered back on and a loud round of applause was heard. Snape sauntered back to his table, glad that he was at least finished with.
"Just let me tell you," Ron started as he got back onto the stage, "That was no ordinary camp. Okay! Next category is..."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, yes, most chapters are going to be like this. And, yes, all the songs will be theme songs! I don't really know why I thought of this...kind of a weird concept, but, hey, it's unique! You have to give it props for that! Well, this is chapter two, so if you're this far, hopefully you kinda like it? So maybe you'll sorta review?