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this fanfic, and there never will be. Credit for the main plot goes to
myself and Leah, and the characters and world belong to J.K. Rowling and
various publishers.
A BRIEF authors note – my excuses are at the END of the chapter, so if you want to know why I havnt updated for ages, go read it. Many thanks to all of you who read this, and I hope you enjoy it.
Wishmasters
Chapter 7
The door to the Room of Requirement creaked open, and Harry, Ron, Hermione Draco and Greg gasped as they saw who the new drummer was. He was dressed in baggy "skater" jeans, and a very battered and ripped Iron Maiden t-shirt. This was in radical contrast to his normal style of matching robe sets and neat hair. "The spiked hair looks really cool on Dumbledore!" thought Harry "Not so sure about the spiked beard though." "Circe! Dumbledore is COOL!" Ron mentally yelled "Oh. My. God" was all that Hermione could think. "Good evening to you all," smiled Albus Dumbledore, the punk rock headmaster. "I trust you are all well?" he said, as he took in their shocked looks from behind the drum kit he had just seated himself at. "Merlin, Professor!" gasped Draco, "I had no idea you were so COOL!" "My thanks Draco, but, I do believe, that you were congregated here to test my skill as a drummer, rather than admire my more rebellious side?" "Of... of course!" stammered Hermione, "Go ahead professor, lets hear your best!" Dumbledores eyes twinkled and he cracked his knuckles before conjuring a pair of drumsticks. As the group looked on, the ancient headmaster began to play the drum line to 'We Will Rock You' by Queen, before moving through a wide repertoire of songs. Finally, he began a Mettallica drum solo, and the students just gaped while the professor hurled his drum sticks on high, stood up and caught them. Greg was the first to pick his jaw up off the floor. "I dunno about you guys, but that just got my vote sir!" he yelled, directing the last part at the headmaster. As he said this, the other students cheered and rushed to welcome the newest member of their band. "So, do we have a name for the band?" queried Dumbledore. The band just looked at him in silence, fuelled by a strange embarrassment. Ron broke the silence. "We've been waiting to gather the full band together first, sir." He muttered. Dumbledore merely smiled, and the next words from his mouth stunned them all, surely as if he'd stupefied them. "Look, Ronald, I have two things to say to all of you. And one just to you. Firstly Ronald, you are a terrible liar," Dumbledores eyes twinkled yet more at this, and he smiled widely as Ron stared at him. "Secondly, for Circes sake, call me Albus here. We ARE equals in this room. Lastly, why not use the name of the band the Marauders founded? I believe it was 'Wishmasters'" Harry's eyes lit up at this, and Draco was glad that Harry couldn't read thoughts. Draco was thinking things that a pure-blooded Slytherin shouldn't be thinking. Thoughts like "wow, those eyes of his are bloody sexy!" and "Oh gods, his arse is great in those jeans!" Harry, on the other hand was way ahead of Draco on his mental path, and was busy mentally undressing the platinum blond boy. Suddenly a real thought intruded on his salivating mind... this was Draco Malfoy, his arch enemy, the guy who bribed his way onto the band... why the hell was this happening?! Suddenly snapping back to reality, Harry saw his songs folder on the table in the corner, and decided it was time to reveal one of the songs he had written. He strode over, and after rifling through the papers inside, pulled out a set of yellow parchment scrolls, muttered a spell on them, and passed them around the group. Then he wrote on a sheet of clean parchment "Whisper to your scroll, and it will only unroll for you... and it will unroll as you play as well. Do it NOW!" Every member of the group whispered to their parchment, and Dumbledore squeaked with delight at the sight of the parchment unrolling, filled with drum notations, and began to play. The others stared at him for a minute and willed their scrolls to the right place, other than Harry, who had already joined in, eyes closed in the ecstasy of finally playing one of his own songs. As they worked through the songs, Harry changed notations on his sheet, and eventually the others realised that theirs were changing accordingly to match. By the time curfew rolled around, they had the song down perfectly and decided to use it in the competition. As Harry prepared to leave, he caught Draco gesturing with his head to stay behind for a couple of minutes, and thought there was no harm in it. Sitting down, he gestured for the others to go ahead, he needed to sit and thing for a couple of minutes. This was totally normal for him, so the others shrugged, and walked out the room, until only Harry, Albus and Draco were left. "Excellent music Harry, I never suspected that you would have musical talent as well as quiditch talent, though your mother was an excellent singer. Alas, I must return to my chambers and rest... most enjoyable session though!" "Umm, thanks Albus, glad you enjoyed it" said Harry, looking perplexed. Malfoy just raised an eyebrow. Harry shrugged back. "Some of the Slytherins are trying to find out what the other bands are playing. No sabotage though. I told them I'd set Moody on them if they tried it. But there's another reason I asked you to stay behind Potter. Look, I know we've been enemies for a long time now, and that you really don't like me much, but that's the past, and we cant do a whole lot about that. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'd much prefer that we be friends now, seeing as we're in a band together, Weasley and Granger have already agreed to let bygones be bygones, and we're sticking to it. I just want to win this contest, ok?" Harry merely looked amused. "I thought we had an unspoken agreement already, but sure, if that's what you want Malfoy, but we can't be calling each other Potter and Malfoy all the time. I know you have a first name, and from now on I'm going to use it. You, on the other hand, are going to use mine as well. No arguments, that's the way it's going to be. Like Albus said, in this room, we are all equal. I'm not the boy-who-lived, and you're not the Slytherin prince." At the end of this little speech, Harry held out his hand, and the two young men sealed the bargain with a handshake – the wizarding version of a contract. Back in the common room, Ron had put on the recording of the last song they had played, at top volume, and the Gryffindor common room was resounding with cheers and whoops as a moshpit formed, Ron at the centre as usual. Harry just grinned as he walked in, and joined in the fun.
Authors note – I know, I know, its been ages since I updated either of my stories, and I had to suspend my other one, and nearly suspended this one too. I know its not an excuse, but I have been working continuously since I moved, and heres what I've been upto. First and foremost, I moved house. Dialup net sucks bottom but I really cant be bothered paying for cable on my meagre wages. Secondly im working three jobs at the moment, developing photographs, working in a bar and being the photographer for a band. The only thing I regret I guess is the total lack of a girlfriend and the fact that im either working or asleep. This is my one morning off this month, and I've spent it on you guys, so PLEASE, review! I know the chappy is short, but it's the best I can offer at the moment. The next chapter will include some lyrics, and because I KNOW none of you will recognise them, then I'll tell you they're borrowed (with the bands permission) from Orgazmatron. Its called Queen of the sun. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy the story as it stands, and we'll see what my dementored mind can come up with next, shall we?
A BRIEF authors note – my excuses are at the END of the chapter, so if you want to know why I havnt updated for ages, go read it. Many thanks to all of you who read this, and I hope you enjoy it.
Wishmasters
Chapter 7
The door to the Room of Requirement creaked open, and Harry, Ron, Hermione Draco and Greg gasped as they saw who the new drummer was. He was dressed in baggy "skater" jeans, and a very battered and ripped Iron Maiden t-shirt. This was in radical contrast to his normal style of matching robe sets and neat hair. "The spiked hair looks really cool on Dumbledore!" thought Harry "Not so sure about the spiked beard though." "Circe! Dumbledore is COOL!" Ron mentally yelled "Oh. My. God" was all that Hermione could think. "Good evening to you all," smiled Albus Dumbledore, the punk rock headmaster. "I trust you are all well?" he said, as he took in their shocked looks from behind the drum kit he had just seated himself at. "Merlin, Professor!" gasped Draco, "I had no idea you were so COOL!" "My thanks Draco, but, I do believe, that you were congregated here to test my skill as a drummer, rather than admire my more rebellious side?" "Of... of course!" stammered Hermione, "Go ahead professor, lets hear your best!" Dumbledores eyes twinkled and he cracked his knuckles before conjuring a pair of drumsticks. As the group looked on, the ancient headmaster began to play the drum line to 'We Will Rock You' by Queen, before moving through a wide repertoire of songs. Finally, he began a Mettallica drum solo, and the students just gaped while the professor hurled his drum sticks on high, stood up and caught them. Greg was the first to pick his jaw up off the floor. "I dunno about you guys, but that just got my vote sir!" he yelled, directing the last part at the headmaster. As he said this, the other students cheered and rushed to welcome the newest member of their band. "So, do we have a name for the band?" queried Dumbledore. The band just looked at him in silence, fuelled by a strange embarrassment. Ron broke the silence. "We've been waiting to gather the full band together first, sir." He muttered. Dumbledore merely smiled, and the next words from his mouth stunned them all, surely as if he'd stupefied them. "Look, Ronald, I have two things to say to all of you. And one just to you. Firstly Ronald, you are a terrible liar," Dumbledores eyes twinkled yet more at this, and he smiled widely as Ron stared at him. "Secondly, for Circes sake, call me Albus here. We ARE equals in this room. Lastly, why not use the name of the band the Marauders founded? I believe it was 'Wishmasters'" Harry's eyes lit up at this, and Draco was glad that Harry couldn't read thoughts. Draco was thinking things that a pure-blooded Slytherin shouldn't be thinking. Thoughts like "wow, those eyes of his are bloody sexy!" and "Oh gods, his arse is great in those jeans!" Harry, on the other hand was way ahead of Draco on his mental path, and was busy mentally undressing the platinum blond boy. Suddenly a real thought intruded on his salivating mind... this was Draco Malfoy, his arch enemy, the guy who bribed his way onto the band... why the hell was this happening?! Suddenly snapping back to reality, Harry saw his songs folder on the table in the corner, and decided it was time to reveal one of the songs he had written. He strode over, and after rifling through the papers inside, pulled out a set of yellow parchment scrolls, muttered a spell on them, and passed them around the group. Then he wrote on a sheet of clean parchment "Whisper to your scroll, and it will only unroll for you... and it will unroll as you play as well. Do it NOW!" Every member of the group whispered to their parchment, and Dumbledore squeaked with delight at the sight of the parchment unrolling, filled with drum notations, and began to play. The others stared at him for a minute and willed their scrolls to the right place, other than Harry, who had already joined in, eyes closed in the ecstasy of finally playing one of his own songs. As they worked through the songs, Harry changed notations on his sheet, and eventually the others realised that theirs were changing accordingly to match. By the time curfew rolled around, they had the song down perfectly and decided to use it in the competition. As Harry prepared to leave, he caught Draco gesturing with his head to stay behind for a couple of minutes, and thought there was no harm in it. Sitting down, he gestured for the others to go ahead, he needed to sit and thing for a couple of minutes. This was totally normal for him, so the others shrugged, and walked out the room, until only Harry, Albus and Draco were left. "Excellent music Harry, I never suspected that you would have musical talent as well as quiditch talent, though your mother was an excellent singer. Alas, I must return to my chambers and rest... most enjoyable session though!" "Umm, thanks Albus, glad you enjoyed it" said Harry, looking perplexed. Malfoy just raised an eyebrow. Harry shrugged back. "Some of the Slytherins are trying to find out what the other bands are playing. No sabotage though. I told them I'd set Moody on them if they tried it. But there's another reason I asked you to stay behind Potter. Look, I know we've been enemies for a long time now, and that you really don't like me much, but that's the past, and we cant do a whole lot about that. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'd much prefer that we be friends now, seeing as we're in a band together, Weasley and Granger have already agreed to let bygones be bygones, and we're sticking to it. I just want to win this contest, ok?" Harry merely looked amused. "I thought we had an unspoken agreement already, but sure, if that's what you want Malfoy, but we can't be calling each other Potter and Malfoy all the time. I know you have a first name, and from now on I'm going to use it. You, on the other hand, are going to use mine as well. No arguments, that's the way it's going to be. Like Albus said, in this room, we are all equal. I'm not the boy-who-lived, and you're not the Slytherin prince." At the end of this little speech, Harry held out his hand, and the two young men sealed the bargain with a handshake – the wizarding version of a contract. Back in the common room, Ron had put on the recording of the last song they had played, at top volume, and the Gryffindor common room was resounding with cheers and whoops as a moshpit formed, Ron at the centre as usual. Harry just grinned as he walked in, and joined in the fun.
Authors note – I know, I know, its been ages since I updated either of my stories, and I had to suspend my other one, and nearly suspended this one too. I know its not an excuse, but I have been working continuously since I moved, and heres what I've been upto. First and foremost, I moved house. Dialup net sucks bottom but I really cant be bothered paying for cable on my meagre wages. Secondly im working three jobs at the moment, developing photographs, working in a bar and being the photographer for a band. The only thing I regret I guess is the total lack of a girlfriend and the fact that im either working or asleep. This is my one morning off this month, and I've spent it on you guys, so PLEASE, review! I know the chappy is short, but it's the best I can offer at the moment. The next chapter will include some lyrics, and because I KNOW none of you will recognise them, then I'll tell you they're borrowed (with the bands permission) from Orgazmatron. Its called Queen of the sun. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy the story as it stands, and we'll see what my dementored mind can come up with next, shall we?