"Dude Harry wake up! We're going to be late for the battle" "Okay Ron,
chill out."
Harry Potter slowly rose out of his four poster bed, and wiped his vivid green eyes before placing his glasses firmly on the top of his nose. If it had not have been for his best friend Ron Weasley, Harry might have missed the most important day of his life. Today was the day, that he could finally settle the score with Malfoy and his gang of cronies. They were having a rap showdown at the end of the grounds. Harry wasn't troubled by this. He knew he wouldn't have to resort to magic to beat his arch enemy Draco Malfoy at rapping, but he was slightly anxious. The entire school was meeting outside to watch the competition.
"Don't forget to just relax, homie. Remember, I got your back."
"Okay Ron. I just hope that hot female from Potions shows up. Did you see that skirt she was wearing last week?"
"Yeah, it was off the cauldron."
"I'd give her a ride on my Nimbus any day."
"Okay dude. If you need any help. Just tell Hermione and she'll transfer some hot rhymes into your head." The duo walked down the corridor as Hermione joined them.
"That's some nice bling, Herm."
"I know. just hope that wack Snape teacher doesn't see. You know he'll take it away."
"He's just a hater," said Harry. Rap Master Snape was their Potions as well as freestyle rap teacher. Everyone knew Snape hated Harry. Maybe it was because Harry had tighter rhymes, or maybe it was because James, Harry's dad, got all the hoes while Snape had none. At least, that's how it was when James was alive. James was killed in a fly-by when Harry was only one year old. The evil Lil' Voldemort had flown by on his new race broom and fired a killing curse at James, and his wife Lily. But miraculously, Harry had survived. Harry's triumph had been a mystery to him, until just last year. It was then, the wise owner of Witchy Records and headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore had told him that Harry was destined to kill Lil' Voldemort or be killed by him.
"Okay, just chill out Harry."
Harry was amidst cheering admirers from Gryffindor. As he glanced into the crowd, he saw Celestia Hearth's face. A gorgeous 4th year, she had just released her latest album "Ain't nothing but a Wizard Thang" and had a fan base almost as large as Harry's.
"Hey Potter. If you got tight skills in this battle, maybe you and be could hook up some time and do a single for my next album." Celestia said. Harry smiled at her nervously before flashing a Gryffindor gang sign to the opposing Slytherin groupies.
"Okay Potter. Let's do this thing. I'll even let you go first." Harry began to contemplate his rhymes while Ron was beat boxing in the background. What should he rap about? Malfoy's played out hairstyle? Maybe his cheap bling? Or maybe his momma?
"Come on Potter. What you waiting for?"
"Yo, yo.Malfoy he's a little punk, look like a skunk. His momma can't even look at his face, he's a disgrace. I beat him in school, I beat him at Quidditch. Malfoy's such a girl. I'll make him cry like a little bit- " "Potter!"
To Harry's surprise, Rap Master Snape's hand was firmly clasped on his shoulder. Snape turned him around and glared endlessly into Harry's eyes.
"Detention Potter. This rap battle is unauthorized"
"That's wack Professor! Malfoy's just called you 'cause he didn't wanna get dissed in front of the entire school."
"That'll be another 5 hours to your detention Potter. Besides Malfoy could beat your lame rhymes any day."
Harry Potter slowly rose out of his four poster bed, and wiped his vivid green eyes before placing his glasses firmly on the top of his nose. If it had not have been for his best friend Ron Weasley, Harry might have missed the most important day of his life. Today was the day, that he could finally settle the score with Malfoy and his gang of cronies. They were having a rap showdown at the end of the grounds. Harry wasn't troubled by this. He knew he wouldn't have to resort to magic to beat his arch enemy Draco Malfoy at rapping, but he was slightly anxious. The entire school was meeting outside to watch the competition.
"Don't forget to just relax, homie. Remember, I got your back."
"Okay Ron. I just hope that hot female from Potions shows up. Did you see that skirt she was wearing last week?"
"Yeah, it was off the cauldron."
"I'd give her a ride on my Nimbus any day."
"Okay dude. If you need any help. Just tell Hermione and she'll transfer some hot rhymes into your head." The duo walked down the corridor as Hermione joined them.
"That's some nice bling, Herm."
"I know. just hope that wack Snape teacher doesn't see. You know he'll take it away."
"He's just a hater," said Harry. Rap Master Snape was their Potions as well as freestyle rap teacher. Everyone knew Snape hated Harry. Maybe it was because Harry had tighter rhymes, or maybe it was because James, Harry's dad, got all the hoes while Snape had none. At least, that's how it was when James was alive. James was killed in a fly-by when Harry was only one year old. The evil Lil' Voldemort had flown by on his new race broom and fired a killing curse at James, and his wife Lily. But miraculously, Harry had survived. Harry's triumph had been a mystery to him, until just last year. It was then, the wise owner of Witchy Records and headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore had told him that Harry was destined to kill Lil' Voldemort or be killed by him.
"Okay, just chill out Harry."
Harry was amidst cheering admirers from Gryffindor. As he glanced into the crowd, he saw Celestia Hearth's face. A gorgeous 4th year, she had just released her latest album "Ain't nothing but a Wizard Thang" and had a fan base almost as large as Harry's.
"Hey Potter. If you got tight skills in this battle, maybe you and be could hook up some time and do a single for my next album." Celestia said. Harry smiled at her nervously before flashing a Gryffindor gang sign to the opposing Slytherin groupies.
"Okay Potter. Let's do this thing. I'll even let you go first." Harry began to contemplate his rhymes while Ron was beat boxing in the background. What should he rap about? Malfoy's played out hairstyle? Maybe his cheap bling? Or maybe his momma?
"Come on Potter. What you waiting for?"
"Yo, yo.Malfoy he's a little punk, look like a skunk. His momma can't even look at his face, he's a disgrace. I beat him in school, I beat him at Quidditch. Malfoy's such a girl. I'll make him cry like a little bit- " "Potter!"
To Harry's surprise, Rap Master Snape's hand was firmly clasped on his shoulder. Snape turned him around and glared endlessly into Harry's eyes.
"Detention Potter. This rap battle is unauthorized"
"That's wack Professor! Malfoy's just called you 'cause he didn't wanna get dissed in front of the entire school."
"That'll be another 5 hours to your detention Potter. Besides Malfoy could beat your lame rhymes any day."