Title: A Self Insertion Story
Author: P.L.S.
Rating:PG or PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. But as you will learn, I often dream about owning him, body, mind, and soul.
Summery: A funny little collection of things I'd do to Harry and Draco if I were in their world/ had the blackmail material/ or the shear power.
Part Five: The Show
I saw Harry couldn't fight the grin as he walked up to the stage, winning best album at the Grammys was nothing to sneeze at for a British musician.
Er, thank you all for this honor. I have got to thank my slavedrivers, oops, I mean managers, without your machavillian tendencies, blackmail, pestering, and threats I wouldn't have done more than sit in my cottage and play cards with friends. Thanks to Epic, for really wanting my talent and giving me the best shot I had at doing something I'm proud of. A big load of thanks to my fans, you lot have done the most work of the lot I'm thanking, you bought my albums, listened to my songs, and came to my concerts. Thanks goes lastly to Draco, you prat. I'm happy that Persephone finally ensnared you so I could do more music than acting and endorsements. Harry grinned cheekily and went back stage, he had a number to do soon.
The lights dimmed, smoke slowly obsured the stage and music started to play,
By starlight I hear your cries,
tears shine like diamonds in the full moon night.
Always alone at heart,
I know your pain,
I feel it too!
A great eagle cries and swoops down from the rafters, as it reaches the stage a lit explosion of smoke echos and Harry walks out of it looking like some weary traveler of the middle ages. The music is fast and Harry flings off the robes and is in a street styled leather outfit that he can dance in. Simalarly dressed dancers come out of the smoke and join him as he starts in on the complex and demanding dance that goes with the new song.
Oh, don't you dare,
hide that heart away from me,
You know I can dig,
I can find the hurts you hide from the world.
You know they never understand,
but what about me?
I've seen too much,
caused too much pain not to know the ache.
Harry's voice carries over the crowd, most had seen his music videos, but Harry is very much a preformence artist. And as he and his backup dancers twist to the music it is very clear to every singer and produser that Harry is not lip-syncing, and he is not having a bit of trouble keeping up.
Child, don't you see it?
The damage the charade does?
The more you hide the more it eats away.
Your killing your soul!
With that the tempo changes and he's joined by two other singers, both wizards. The music is slower, more church-like to me.
As the sun rises,
As the moon cycles,
As the stars shine,
I'm never going to leave you.
They sing in harmony, sounding in what almost could be a barbershop style, but too solumn and too etherial. It takes the breath away from alot of people.
Let me tell you of a new world,
Where dragons fly,
And fairies still live in the fields,
Then I'm going to show you it all.
Let the magic in your heart grow,
never doubt it at all,
Let it out and smile,
as I cast a spell to take you with me
To where the pheonix lives.
I smile, letting his song just wash over me. There isn't any fanfare for this part, just three wizards in the center of the stage, the only lights are on them as they let their voices mirge and they let this song be heard for the first time ever. As they draw to a close, they don't just fade out. Harry sings alone the last verse and chorus in Latin with a powerful echoing voice that no one will ever be able to forget.
Potter, you just became a legend. I heard Lucius mutter and I could see his satified smirk.
Agreed. Amazing though, that he found two willing backups on such short notice. Oberon said. Narcissa laughed.
Not really, both are up and coming wizarding stars who want to break into muggle media. Seph and I negosiated contracts for them to join us on tour for the next album, as both opening acts and as singers for this song. she said with a slight shrug.
Where's Draco? I asked. Lucius nodded to where I saw Britany Spears sitting. Draco was right next to her, and she was blushing while he was whispering in her ear, You can see what will be on the front cover of Us and People tommarow. Oberon said with a chuckle.
I see this as the headline- Brit and the Brit, together until he finds a new blond. I said and Lucius frowned at me, You have to admit, your son is either a commitment phobe, or he just likes having as much fun with girls who all have the same hair color as he can. Lucius was about to snap at me when Narcissa stepped in.
Don't even try to defend your son's virtue, he hasn't any left. she said to him, Seph's got a good point there dear. Draco is seen with at minimum three girls a week, all blondes, and at least one is usually high profile.At least he's having fun. said Harry as he sat down at our table again.
What's wrong? Can't perform in that arena? asked Oberon. Harry sighed.
No, I just want to meet someone who doesn't care about the money or fame, of both worlds. we all clapped as everyone else did and Harry smiled as he watched Draco go through the dialogue with caustic tones towards his co-presentor, Kid Rock. Before it could escaltate they handed over the mike to the winner and looked ready to beat each other up.
Just as the winner was finishing his speech, the two lunged at each other and started to fight. Draco was doing fairly well, but Kid Rock was bigger than he was. Harry was the first on stage to get between the two and fling them apart.
Don't you dare start again. Draco, I'm going to throughly make you pay for ruining tonight. I don't care who started it, you have more than enough experience to know how to hold it in. Harry growled out, Or are you not a Malfoy? Draco glared at Harry who smiled.
Got it, Evans. Swords or fists? Nott made his way to the stage bringing two large swords.
'Ere you are. he said as he handed over the two gleeming pieces of art. Draco swung his around, testing it. In a bright explosion both were clad in tight leather trousers, boots and arm guards, and loose linen shirts. Draco grinned ferally.
Clear the stage. I'm going to fliet you, Evans.In you dreams, Malfoy. Harry said in a low voice. His face was hard as he held the sword out. I could see the production staff do some quick work, lights flashing, fast dance beats blasting, fog covering the floor. Draco and Harry seemed to dance as they parried and slashed at each others arms, legs and heads. Each young man was panting hard and sparks flashed as the swords clashed.
Give it up, I'm the swordsmaster here! yelled Draco as he almost had Harry pinned. Harry did a summersualt over him and laughed.
But I'm the hero, remember? Harry teased. Draco spun and soon they were back in their dance of life and death.
Bloody prat! Harry cursed at Draco nicked his chest. He soon had retribution as he gave Draco a nice cut on the upper left arm.
Insipid jerk! Draco yelled as he jumped out of the way of another blow. The childish name calling echoed as they faught harder, each trying to draw more blood than the other. I rushed to the production booth, where I saw the flurry of cheerful orders being flung around, as they captured the fight as if it was meant to happen.
Miss Sanguinaire! a large man in a suit called my name.
He grinned.
While this is going to push the show back, we are so glad your two started this impromptu fight. Saved face, and is gaining us watchers as we speak. Ratings are skyrocketing!That's good. Is there anything you need my help with?No, not at all, most of the staff knows with this as part of a resume, they can get on any action picture staff, they are bursting with joy. But tell me is this mock or real? I frowned.
It's real. The swords, the fighting, the blood. I'm hoping Lucius gets his head on soon enough and stops it before they get too into wanting to maim.But how did they both just change into that getup? And the swords?It's our own magic. You know SEM United keeps it's production and personal secrets well guarded. I looked at the stage. Harry was ducking under a swing and getting ready to jump.
a loud voice shouted and both boys were frozen by a flash of light from the shadows. Three spot lights stopped flashing as did the music. Lucius was caught in one of the spot lights, in flowing silvery robes that only enhanced his coloring and made him look like he was glowing. In one hand he held his dark silver topped cane, elongated to look like a staff, in the other was a long claymore sword. In a flash both stood at attention before him looking ashamed, and he started touching his cane to each of the wounds, healing them. He smirked and in another flash both were back in their tuxedos and the swords were gone. Lucius vanished and both boys took a deep bow before retreating off stage.
The resounding applause was beyond what happened during Harry's song. And the Grammys are still looking for an act as good as those two brats.
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