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The Curse of Albus Dumbledore

By Patilaputra Jeanne

Chapter Four

The Band

"Harry is going to pose as a member of a world famous band. With all the security around them, no one will be able to get anywhere near him."

"What about the fact that a Death Eater can just use a killing curse on anyone that is in their way?" Harry asked.

"Ah, but our main security will be members of the Order and Aurors," Dumbledore explained.

"What about the main problem here?" Harry asked, everyone looked confusedly at him, having no idea what he was talking about. "I can't play any instrument, magical or not and I can't sing."

"A minor detail that can easily be covered over by a simple spell," the Headmaster said as if the fact were insignificant somehow.

"So why do I need to be here again?" William asked getting rather bored with the problems surrounding Harry's safety.

"Oh, I apologize William," Professor Dumbledore said, turning to his old pupil. "You see, Harry will be joining your band." Professor Dumbledore was immediately bombarded with complaints and opinions of all three of the people present.

"What?!"

"There is no way he is going to be joining MY band!"

"Do you really think this is necessary?"

"What have I done wrong to justify this?"

"Why HIS band?"

"Honestly Albus! They'll kill each other!"

"Yeah!"

"That won't be protection for him then will it?"

"Are you two intending to kill each other?" the Headmaster interjected. "Its a shame really, Harry you have been wanting a family of your own since I first laid eyes on you at Hogwarts and I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for you to get to know your only Wizarding relative, only you try to get out of it."

Harry looked down submissively. He knew that the Headmaster was right, again. It was annoying really, how he could always be right when something so not right happens.

"And William," he said, turning to Harry's cousin. "I remember very vividly the day that you asked if you could go a visit Harry during Christmas and I forbid it. I remember that you said you would spend every possible moment with your cousin when you were finally able to and now you want to pass up the opportunity."

Harry watched his cousin as he looked down the same way Harry had moments before. He couldn't help but warm up a little toward he cousin a bit. Had he really asked the Headmaster of Hogwarts if he could come and visit Harry? For the Holidays?

"And Minerva," Professor Dumbledore said to his Deputy Headmistress. "Please don't give them any more ideas." They all laughed at the Headmaster's comment as the Gryffindor Head of House tried unsuccessfully to glare at him.

"Is it agreed then you two?"

Harry had no idea why he had agreed to this. One moment it all had seemed clear, he would be able to get to know his cousin, his only Wizarding relative. It was also nice that he had a relative that had wanted to spend the holidays with him even if Dumbledore had forbid it. Though right now he was not remembering that as he stood in some of Williams clothes waiting to meet the rest of the band.

Finally, the door opened and in walked William, followed by three other guys. They were talking cheerfully to each other and laughing. It took them a moment to notice Harry, but William finally introduced him.

"Hey, guys," he said getting the attention of his band mates. "This is my cousin Harry. Harry, this is Warner, Martin and Toledo." Harry shook hands with each of them. He really didn't know what to think. They were all different nationalities. Toledo looked like he came from South America, Martin looked Irish with his red hair and Warner looked German or Russian. This was not the type of band that seemed likely to be famous worldwide.

"So you're the famous Harry Potter we hear so much about," Toledo said. Harry only now noticed that he was taller than Toledo. "William thinks very highly of you, you know." Harry raised an eyebrow at his cousin.

"Well, introductions made," William started, trying to change the subject before more embarrassing things were revealed about him. "We have a very bad situation on our hands fellows. Professor Dumbledore has inducted Harry into Fell Write for protection matters."

"He did what?" Martin said loudly. "Has he completely gone off his rocker?" Harry shifted nervously, not wanting to be any part of this conversation. "Sorry Harry, I don't have the strongest liking for the old Headmaster, it has nothing to do with you."

"Well, that's what he did," William said. "Made Harry and I both feel incredibly guilty for not getting off on the right foot, but that's to be expected. Harry is the center of all the Death Eater attacks and with all the security around us all the time, Professor Doorknob wants to take advantage of that and add a few magical people as well."

"I thought you were all Muggles." Harry interjected at the last comment. "I thought Dumbledore said that you were a Muggle band."

"We are all wizards," Warner said. "Well, Toledo's actually a mage, but just culture difference. We're a Muggle band because the magical community just doesn't like our style of music."

"And that would be..." Harry said, pressing for more information.

"Just a bit of everything really." Martin answered.

"We're mostly pop, but then there's the country songs we wrote last year..."

"And the traditional Irish ones... oh... and those couple of Rock songs we did..."

"Those weren't that much rock, they were in Russian.... But then we did a funk song..."

"Remember when we tried to do a rap song?"

"Oh, and the classical one..."

"That was half classical, we employed and orchestra to play the music while we sang."

"We added some tech. stuff to a couple songs...

"And some of them are just instrumental."

When Harry was sure they were done, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Sorry I asked." From this simple statement, well and perhaps the alarmed look on his face, Harry was assaulted by a hoard of laughter that lightened the mood greatly. Harry laughed along with them a bit as well.

When they finally stopped laughing Harry asked what was so funny. Simultaneously, they all said, "Everyone says that."

"But why don't they like your style?" Harry asked, perplexed. "You seem to have so many different styles that almost everyone should have something to like about it."

"Harry," Warner said. "I'm sure you know better than us about how Pure Blooded Wizarding families are." Harry nodded, not really understanding the point. "We are so mixed, so multi style, multi culture, multi blood... just about everything that they get offended by it. If they don't like it, then they will make sure that no one else will either."

"Oh, I get it," Harry said. It really did make perfect sense, since he could hardly see Draco Malfoy going to an expensive concert to see these guys. There was a silence that followed. "So... How did you guys all meet?" He was just trying to change the subject and make conversation, but the looks the others threw to one and other suggested it was a bad topic.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry," apologized Harry. "I was just curious, 'cause you all seem to be so different."

"Its alright," William said, seeing Harry so uncomfortable. "We normally don't talk about it because it all has to deal with magic, and we use it as little as possible. Its not just because of the Muggles either, but more about how we don't really have a big appreciation for it."

Harry gaped at his cousin. How could a wizard or witch not like magic?

"I know what you're thinking, all our other friends and family think the same," William said. "But there are events in our lives that shape who we are and who we are not.

"We all knew the world before you conquered over Lord Voldemort the first time Harry, and none of us are ever going to forget it. We all lost people we loved dearly and knew it was because of the magic and the lust for power that they were killed. When we spent time in the Muggle world though, we saw peace, people so carefree that we hadn't seen in a long time, just ordinary people, walking to a from work, out with their families... None of them were scared or apprehensive in what they were doing; they were just living life.

"If that is the main difference that magic and no magic does to us, then we don't want anything to do with it."

Harry looked around at the others as William finished talking. They held the same resolute determination on their faces. They were not going to be forced to change their position on the matter, but Harry knew it was more than that, it was their way of life.


Well, remember that I said don't hold up much hope? I have this story mapped out on a couple pieces of paper and thinking about sequels. Please Review, Luv ya all!