Chapter 6
a/n Just a note here. LMG managed to raise this far beyond my general standard of writing, so dont be expecting this to mesh particularly well!
Harry was sitting deep in thought, his emerald eyes closed with concentration. All the Gryffindor lads knew better than to interrupt when he was like this, and the girls all thought he was too cute to disturb. Suddenly, a revelation occured that would have made Hermione proud. "Dumbledore would know about any drummers in the school, surely?" he thought, before he opened his eyes and charged out of the common room.
Dashing through the school, Harry hoped that Dumbledore was in his office, and he could guess the password before Snape or Filch caught him. Arriving at the gargoyle blocking the way to the Headmasters office, he was shocked to find it opening as he arrived. "Never mind, take the chance!" he thought to himself, as he charged up the spiraling staircase.
As he approached the door at the top of the stairway, Dumbledore opened it, and beckoned him in.
"Harry," said the old headmaster, "It has come to my attention that you are attempting to start a band. It is possible that I have something that you need, and some information you would like to know."
"Well, it was the band that I came to see you about, sir." panted Harry, still exhausted and wheezing for breath after his dash across the school. "We need a drummer, and soon, before we all kill eachother."
"Excellent Harry. If you would inform me before your next practice, I will have a drummer arrive at the room of requirement for your approval." smiled Dumbledore. "Now, as to the information that I believe would interest you... There shall be a... now what is that muggle term... Battle of the Bands in two months time, within Hogwarts. The winner will go on to compete in an international competition between wizarding schools from America, Germany, France and China, amongst others."
"Cool!" bellowed Harry, wishing that he wasnt so tired that he could do a victory dance on the spot. "How many entrants are you expecting sir?"
"Around half a dozen from various years. Make sure you have material ready for your drummer to practice, Harry." Dumbledores eyes twinkled brightly at the mention of their new band member, "And I believe it is time for you to return to your common room."
"Thankyou sir" grinned Harry, as he walked towards the door. "Our next practice is tomorrow night, at about 8pm, as far as I know."
He smiled all the way back to the Gryffindor common room.
Harry arrived promptly at the "come and go room" (as Dobby had nicknamed it) and waited. He'd informed the others about the new drummer arriving today, and they were waiting impatiently for him to arrive.
Suddenly, the door opened.
a/n Just a note here. LMG managed to raise this far beyond my general standard of writing, so dont be expecting this to mesh particularly well!
Harry was sitting deep in thought, his emerald eyes closed with concentration. All the Gryffindor lads knew better than to interrupt when he was like this, and the girls all thought he was too cute to disturb. Suddenly, a revelation occured that would have made Hermione proud. "Dumbledore would know about any drummers in the school, surely?" he thought, before he opened his eyes and charged out of the common room.
Dashing through the school, Harry hoped that Dumbledore was in his office, and he could guess the password before Snape or Filch caught him. Arriving at the gargoyle blocking the way to the Headmasters office, he was shocked to find it opening as he arrived. "Never mind, take the chance!" he thought to himself, as he charged up the spiraling staircase.
As he approached the door at the top of the stairway, Dumbledore opened it, and beckoned him in.
"Harry," said the old headmaster, "It has come to my attention that you are attempting to start a band. It is possible that I have something that you need, and some information you would like to know."
"Well, it was the band that I came to see you about, sir." panted Harry, still exhausted and wheezing for breath after his dash across the school. "We need a drummer, and soon, before we all kill eachother."
"Excellent Harry. If you would inform me before your next practice, I will have a drummer arrive at the room of requirement for your approval." smiled Dumbledore. "Now, as to the information that I believe would interest you... There shall be a... now what is that muggle term... Battle of the Bands in two months time, within Hogwarts. The winner will go on to compete in an international competition between wizarding schools from America, Germany, France and China, amongst others."
"Cool!" bellowed Harry, wishing that he wasnt so tired that he could do a victory dance on the spot. "How many entrants are you expecting sir?"
"Around half a dozen from various years. Make sure you have material ready for your drummer to practice, Harry." Dumbledores eyes twinkled brightly at the mention of their new band member, "And I believe it is time for you to return to your common room."
"Thankyou sir" grinned Harry, as he walked towards the door. "Our next practice is tomorrow night, at about 8pm, as far as I know."
He smiled all the way back to the Gryffindor common room.
Harry arrived promptly at the "come and go room" (as Dobby had nicknamed it) and waited. He'd informed the others about the new drummer arriving today, and they were waiting impatiently for him to arrive.
Suddenly, the door opened.