Disclaimer: Same as last time...I own nothing...no matter how much I wish Ron belonged to me...I don't own my friends cuz that would be just plain mean and wrong...I only own Kristine because she's me...

Marching Band, Harry Potter Style.

Chapter 2

"What exactly IS this thing?" inquired Ron, when He and Kristine had reached the little theater. "Umm, It's a baritone. It makes music if you play it right, which I can never really seem to do, even though I've played it since I was 9," she said with a sigh.
"How old are you now?" inquired Ron.
"16. I'll be seventeen in September. You?"
"I turned seventeen on March 1st. I can do magic outside of school now. Technically Harry, Hermione, and Malfoy shouldn't have been allowed to apparate here. They aren't of age in the wizarding world. They got special permission from the new minister of magic though."
"Wow. Hey, you have the same birthday as Jess. I wish I could do magic. Oh, why am I standing here talking about magic and ages and stuff. I should be teaching you how to become a great baritone player. Sorry in advanced if I become a bit Nazi-ish and strict."
"Nazi-ish? Whats that?"
"I can see I'm going to have to teach you much more than just about playing a baritone," exclaimed Kristine.
"Harry grew up in the muggle world. So did Hermione. They've been trying to teach me about it. Draco hates anyone who isn't a pure blood wizard. Even we aren't immune to ridicule, though."
"Yeah, well, he's going to have to get over that. That's not how things work around here," said Kristine, grimly.
Kristine heard noises in the hallway and, thinking it was Wyman, decided she should probably start teaching Ron how to play. Picking up her mouthpiece she said,
"This is a mouthpiece. You put it in the lead pipe, like this, and then you blow into it the right way you get a note."
She demonstrated by placing her lips to the instrument and producing a perfect b flat.Ron tried to mimic her, but all that came out was a whoosh of air. He tried again, and failed once more. Over and over again he tried and failed. Finally, he got so frustrated that he took out his wand and pointed it at the baritone that was now on that floor.
"Bloody....instrument...I've...had...it!" he said angrily. With each word the baritone lifted off of the ground and came crashing back down. Kristine stood there looking slightly amused and slightly horrified. Finally, tired, Ron sank into a chair that was behind him, dropping his wand onto the wooden floor.
Kristine, on a whim, picked up the wand and pointed it at the, now, very battered and dented baritone.
"Reparo," she said loudly. She doubted that it was going to work but she tried anyway.
Instantly the baritone was returned to its original condition. If anything it was better than when they had started. Both Kristine and Ron were stunned.
"You shouldn't be able to do that," Ron whispered hoarsely
"I know I shouldn't. This is certainly a surprise," Kristine said, shrugging it off. "Here's your wand back," she said as she handed it to him. "Oh, and no more magic. Unless of course you feel like teaching me some." She winked slyly at the red head.
"Bloody brilliant idea, mate."
Kristine just smiled. There was a knock on the door. Wyman, Matt, and Draco walked into the room.
"I thought it might be better if you trained them at the same time. Same fingerings and all," stated the teacher.
"Does that mean I can teach him treble clef?" said Kristine hopefully. a/n: Since this is based on me and I am a character I thought I'd throw that in. The living breathing Mr. Wyman made me switch from treble clef to base clef...I've been trying to convince him to let me switch back for a while now.
"No," was the stern response.
Wyman walked out leaving the four students alone once again. He headed toward the girls gym, which was on the other side of the school.
"No, Hermione, there is no book you can read on how to spin a flag," Jess said in a rather exasperated tone.
"Are you sure?" Hermione sounded confused.
"Yes. Now go to right shoulder. We're going to try doing drop spins again. Try to follow along this time," muttered Kristen, slightly annoyed that Wyman had given her a guard member that used books to find the answer to everything.
That was all Wyman needed to hear. He opened the door and walked across the parking lot to the orchestra room. He then walked to the band room to see how Andrea and Mike were doing with Harry. He was also going to see which section he should place him in.
He heard rhythmic beating on the snare drum from the hall and thought it was either Mike or Mr. Caruso, the assistant band director and percussion instructor. Andrea could be heard playing the marimba. He was surprised to find that it was neither Mike or Caruso playing on drum. It was in fact Harry.
"Looks like we've found our new snare drum. Welcome to the drum line, Mr. Potter," exclaimed Wyman excitedly.
"You mean dumb line," said Jess and Kristine in unison, laughing. They had been working for an hour and had decided to give themselves a water break.
"Bloody Hell, Harry. You can do that, too? First you're a natural born seeker, then you're a parselmouth. Now this? What else are you hiding from your best friend?" asked Ron, jokingly.
"Enough talk. Time to go out onto the field and start learning to march. I want the whole show done before we go to band camp. Besides, you haven't introduced yourselves to your sections," stated Wyman, motioning for them to follow him.