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SHOW!
Chapter Two: You're Song
Harry blink out the tears in his eyes.
'You promised,' Harry thought through a blur of thoughts 'You promised to Cho that you would do this, there is no turning back now'
Harry looked down on his typewriter unsure of what to write. All he could think about was that one day that changed his life forever.
He looked out his window and saw the red windmill, the windmill that represented the Moulin Rouge. The same Moulin Rouge that used to house his beloved Cho Chang.
He looked down at his typewriter once more; he knew what he had to write. It was his promise to Finnish, and he would do just what Cho had asked. His fingers started to type, they typed his story.
I first came to Paris one year ago.
It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Marcus Flint, or Cho Chang.
The world had been swept up in the bohemian revolution, and I had traveled from London to be apart of it.
Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence; I had some to write about TRUTH, BEAUTY, FREDOM, and which that I believed in above all things, LOVE.
But, there was one problem. I had never believed in love.
flashback
Snape: ALWAYS WITH THIS REDICULOUS OBSESSION WITH LOVE!!!
But luckily right at that moment a man named Oliver Wood feel through my roof. And was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun.
flashback
Ron Weasley bursts through Harry's door.
He smiled a wide grin and started to explain why a man just fell through Harry's roof.
"How do you do? I'm Ronald Weasley, I'm terribly sorry about this. We were just upstairs rehearsing a play."
Harry just looked at him like he was a mad man.
"What?" was all he could get out of his mouth, astonished at the little red haired man.
A play something very modern called, Spectacular Spectacular.
Ron looked at him in the wildest of grins.
"And, it's set in Switzerland."
Harry continued to stare at Ron, when he heard a voice coming from the hole Oliver made when falling through his roof.
A woman named Luna Lovegood, appeared with a whole lot of eye shadow, with two other men Harry didn't know.
"Wonderful," Luna said with sarcasm, "now that Oliver Wood is now unconscious, the scenario will not be finished in time to show to the financer tomorrow."
The bald man that Harry didn't know spoke as well, "She's right Ron, and I still haven't finished the music."
Ron just tilted his head back and smiled at the three of them, "We'll just find someone to read the part."
Luna (as well as Harry) looked at him like he was crazy, "Where in heavens name are we going to find some on to read the role of the young sensitive Swiss poet/goat herder?"
Before I knew it I was upstairs filling in for Oliver Wood.
Harry was put into a classic Swiss male costume, complete with hat , and was up on a ladder watching the rather unusual scene in front of him.
Ron (still in his nun outfit) was in front of a background of mountains draped across the back wall of his apartment.
The Hills are amazed
With symphonies of discard ah hahaha
Ron sang in an off tune voice.
"STOP, STOP!" yelled Luna, she walked over to the bald man. "That drowning is drowning out my words! Could we just stick to a little decretive piano?"
"Honestly, I don't think a nun would sing about a hill..."
"The hills take in shape"
Luna just stood back glaring at everyone who made new suggestions to the lines.
And just then Oliver woke up yelling "THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH MELODICTS!!" Then he crossed his eyes and went unconscious again.
Everyone just looked at him and went back to arguing about the lines.
"The hills are alive," Harry started but was cut off again, "the hills are alive,"
Harry: 0.o
"THE HILLS ARE ALIVE" Harry sang out, everyone astonished stopped arguing and looked at him. "WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC."
Everyone gasped, except Luna who looked angrier then ever.
Harry smiled and continued "WITH SONGS THEY HAVE SUNG, FOR A THOUSAND YEARS!"
Ron gasped as he looked at Harry, then Luna, then Harry again.
"You two should write the show together."
But that was not what Luna wanted to hear.
Luna looked at him in pure hatred, "I beg your pardon?!?"
Luna gathered up all of her things in the apartment and looked at them one last time before barging out of the door in anger.
"GOODBYE!"
Ron poured himself a glass of Abstance, making a toast.
"Here's to your first job in Paris." But the bald headed man had his worries.
"Ron, Marcus would never agree," He looked up at Harry "no offence, but have you ever written anything like this before?"
Harry looked at all of them astonished, 'they want me, me, Harry, James, Potter, to write this play?' Harry climbed down his ladder looking at all of them curiously.
"AH!" yelled Oliver, "the boy has talent! I like him!" and he stretched his arms out and hit Harry's, well privet areas.
Oliver: o.o
Harry: 0.o
"Nothing funny," an embarrassed Oliver said "I just like talent."
Ron, Oliver, and the bald man, and the other man gathered together and started to whisper together.
"With Harry we can write the totally bohemian show we always dreamt of." Ron said grinning like mad.
"but how do we convince Zidler?"
They all looked up at Harry, who was doing his best to listen in,
But Ron had a plan.
"Cho Chang!" Ron said with glee.
The plan was that I was to dress in Oliver's best suite and pose as a famous English writer. Once Cho heard my modern poetry she would be astounded and insist to Flint that I write spectacular spectacular. But the problem was that I kept hearing my Snape's voice in my head.
Flashback
Snape: looking at Harry with total disgust.
"You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin Rouge with a can can dancer!"
"AH!" Harry yelled as Ron let it slip that the show was for the Moulin Rouge.
"What?" Ron looked at Harry with worry. "I-I, can't write the show for the Moulin rouge!" Harry managed to get out while trying climbing down a ladder that connected Ron's apartment to Harry's.
"Why not?" Ron spoke stopping him.
"I don't know if I am a true bohemian revolutionary." Harry said pulling the lie right out of the air.
"Do you believe in beauty?" Ron asked with the widest eyes Harry has ever seen in his life.
"Yes" Harry answered truthfully.
"Freedom?"
"Why yes of course." Harry said with a small smile.
"Truth?"
"Yes!"
"LOVE?!?"
Harry looked at him with blank eyes. All of the bohemians looked at him with great anticipation.
"Love?" Harry repeated "Love is like oxygen, love is a many splendor thing love lifts us up where we belong! All you need is love!"
Harry's eyes lit up like a fire had just sprung in his eyes. And a wide grin spread across his face as he realized that he WAS a child of the revolution.
Ron and the others smiled as they pulled Harry off of the ladder.
"You can't fool us! You're the voice of the children of the revolution!" Ron said with glee.
"WE CAN'T BE FOOLED!" the bohemians chanted dancing around Harry.
And that was when I had my first glass of, Abstance.
The bohemians gathered around Ron who was pouring glasses of the liquid, gulping down all they could get. Soon they were so drunk they saw the green fairy.
Harry was so drunk he too saw the fairy pop out of no where.
The green fairy zoomed seductively around all of the men.
"I'm the green fairy." She said as she ran her hands down her body.
She zoomed upwards in front of the men. And she opened her mouth to sing.
The hills are alive,
With the sound of music.
All the men gave a hysterical laugh as they followed the green fairy out to the roof and sang:
For TRUTH,
BEAUTY,
FREEDOM,
AND LOVE!
The green fairy smiled and zoomed around the men singing as well.
The hills are alive,
With the sound of music.
Soon the fairy's eyes went red as she spined a windmill near the Moulin rouge around.
Soon we were off to the Moulin rouge to perform my poetry to Cho Chang.
A/N: Hiya okay I'm so sorry for the delay but here it is the chapter please r/r!
Chapter Two: You're Song
Harry blink out the tears in his eyes.
'You promised,' Harry thought through a blur of thoughts 'You promised to Cho that you would do this, there is no turning back now'
Harry looked down on his typewriter unsure of what to write. All he could think about was that one day that changed his life forever.
He looked out his window and saw the red windmill, the windmill that represented the Moulin Rouge. The same Moulin Rouge that used to house his beloved Cho Chang.
He looked down at his typewriter once more; he knew what he had to write. It was his promise to Finnish, and he would do just what Cho had asked. His fingers started to type, they typed his story.
I first came to Paris one year ago.
It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Marcus Flint, or Cho Chang.
The world had been swept up in the bohemian revolution, and I had traveled from London to be apart of it.
Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence; I had some to write about TRUTH, BEAUTY, FREDOM, and which that I believed in above all things, LOVE.
But, there was one problem. I had never believed in love.
flashback
Snape: ALWAYS WITH THIS REDICULOUS OBSESSION WITH LOVE!!!
But luckily right at that moment a man named Oliver Wood feel through my roof. And was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun.
flashback
Ron Weasley bursts through Harry's door.
He smiled a wide grin and started to explain why a man just fell through Harry's roof.
"How do you do? I'm Ronald Weasley, I'm terribly sorry about this. We were just upstairs rehearsing a play."
Harry just looked at him like he was a mad man.
"What?" was all he could get out of his mouth, astonished at the little red haired man.
A play something very modern called, Spectacular Spectacular.
Ron looked at him in the wildest of grins.
"And, it's set in Switzerland."
Harry continued to stare at Ron, when he heard a voice coming from the hole Oliver made when falling through his roof.
A woman named Luna Lovegood, appeared with a whole lot of eye shadow, with two other men Harry didn't know.
"Wonderful," Luna said with sarcasm, "now that Oliver Wood is now unconscious, the scenario will not be finished in time to show to the financer tomorrow."
The bald man that Harry didn't know spoke as well, "She's right Ron, and I still haven't finished the music."
Ron just tilted his head back and smiled at the three of them, "We'll just find someone to read the part."
Luna (as well as Harry) looked at him like he was crazy, "Where in heavens name are we going to find some on to read the role of the young sensitive Swiss poet/goat herder?"
Before I knew it I was upstairs filling in for Oliver Wood.
Harry was put into a classic Swiss male costume, complete with hat , and was up on a ladder watching the rather unusual scene in front of him.
Ron (still in his nun outfit) was in front of a background of mountains draped across the back wall of his apartment.
The Hills are amazed
With symphonies of discard ah hahaha
Ron sang in an off tune voice.
"STOP, STOP!" yelled Luna, she walked over to the bald man. "That drowning is drowning out my words! Could we just stick to a little decretive piano?"
"Honestly, I don't think a nun would sing about a hill..."
"The hills take in shape"
Luna just stood back glaring at everyone who made new suggestions to the lines.
And just then Oliver woke up yelling "THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH MELODICTS!!" Then he crossed his eyes and went unconscious again.
Everyone just looked at him and went back to arguing about the lines.
"The hills are alive," Harry started but was cut off again, "the hills are alive,"
Harry: 0.o
"THE HILLS ARE ALIVE" Harry sang out, everyone astonished stopped arguing and looked at him. "WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC."
Everyone gasped, except Luna who looked angrier then ever.
Harry smiled and continued "WITH SONGS THEY HAVE SUNG, FOR A THOUSAND YEARS!"
Ron gasped as he looked at Harry, then Luna, then Harry again.
"You two should write the show together."
But that was not what Luna wanted to hear.
Luna looked at him in pure hatred, "I beg your pardon?!?"
Luna gathered up all of her things in the apartment and looked at them one last time before barging out of the door in anger.
"GOODBYE!"
Ron poured himself a glass of Abstance, making a toast.
"Here's to your first job in Paris." But the bald headed man had his worries.
"Ron, Marcus would never agree," He looked up at Harry "no offence, but have you ever written anything like this before?"
Harry looked at all of them astonished, 'they want me, me, Harry, James, Potter, to write this play?' Harry climbed down his ladder looking at all of them curiously.
"AH!" yelled Oliver, "the boy has talent! I like him!" and he stretched his arms out and hit Harry's, well privet areas.
Oliver: o.o
Harry: 0.o
"Nothing funny," an embarrassed Oliver said "I just like talent."
Ron, Oliver, and the bald man, and the other man gathered together and started to whisper together.
"With Harry we can write the totally bohemian show we always dreamt of." Ron said grinning like mad.
"but how do we convince Zidler?"
They all looked up at Harry, who was doing his best to listen in,
But Ron had a plan.
"Cho Chang!" Ron said with glee.
The plan was that I was to dress in Oliver's best suite and pose as a famous English writer. Once Cho heard my modern poetry she would be astounded and insist to Flint that I write spectacular spectacular. But the problem was that I kept hearing my Snape's voice in my head.
Flashback
Snape: looking at Harry with total disgust.
"You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin Rouge with a can can dancer!"
"AH!" Harry yelled as Ron let it slip that the show was for the Moulin Rouge.
"What?" Ron looked at Harry with worry. "I-I, can't write the show for the Moulin rouge!" Harry managed to get out while trying climbing down a ladder that connected Ron's apartment to Harry's.
"Why not?" Ron spoke stopping him.
"I don't know if I am a true bohemian revolutionary." Harry said pulling the lie right out of the air.
"Do you believe in beauty?" Ron asked with the widest eyes Harry has ever seen in his life.
"Yes" Harry answered truthfully.
"Freedom?"
"Why yes of course." Harry said with a small smile.
"Truth?"
"Yes!"
"LOVE?!?"
Harry looked at him with blank eyes. All of the bohemians looked at him with great anticipation.
"Love?" Harry repeated "Love is like oxygen, love is a many splendor thing love lifts us up where we belong! All you need is love!"
Harry's eyes lit up like a fire had just sprung in his eyes. And a wide grin spread across his face as he realized that he WAS a child of the revolution.
Ron and the others smiled as they pulled Harry off of the ladder.
"You can't fool us! You're the voice of the children of the revolution!" Ron said with glee.
"WE CAN'T BE FOOLED!" the bohemians chanted dancing around Harry.
And that was when I had my first glass of, Abstance.
The bohemians gathered around Ron who was pouring glasses of the liquid, gulping down all they could get. Soon they were so drunk they saw the green fairy.
Harry was so drunk he too saw the fairy pop out of no where.
The green fairy zoomed seductively around all of the men.
"I'm the green fairy." She said as she ran her hands down her body.
She zoomed upwards in front of the men. And she opened her mouth to sing.
The hills are alive,
With the sound of music.
All the men gave a hysterical laugh as they followed the green fairy out to the roof and sang:
For TRUTH,
BEAUTY,
FREEDOM,
AND LOVE!
The green fairy smiled and zoomed around the men singing as well.
The hills are alive,
With the sound of music.
Soon the fairy's eyes went red as she spined a windmill near the Moulin rouge around.
Soon we were off to the Moulin rouge to perform my poetry to Cho Chang.
A/N: Hiya okay I'm so sorry for the delay but here it is the chapter please r/r!