Disclaimer: It's a parody people.
A/N: -hides from angry reviewers- I swear I have a good explanation. School! Let's all go blame school! No, but, seriously, I've had a ton to do and NOW I finally have Winter Break, so I am up-dating ALL of my stories. I'll probably only get one update done with "A Wrinkle in Time" and a couple for this and "Of Death, Betrays and Love".
Let's just say their in 6th year right now. And in case some think otherwise, Harry really does have a wonderful voice.
Ha! I know you guys didn't click the link to hear me, so without further ado, I give you ze chapter....
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Chapter: I'll Be
Harry strutted into the Great Hall, with a sword in the hilt on his waist. Ron walked next to him with a bow and arrow, and Hermione had a staff.
"Is there any reason Harry wanted us to wear this?" Asked Hermione pointing to the ridiculous tights she and them were wearing.
Ron smirked "Harry is showing off"
Hermione raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Said Harry, looking at his two best friends, "Can we please go sit down? Or are you having another go at my tights?"
Hermione sniggered and a girl approached them. She had thick wavy black hair and amethyst colored eyes. She eyed them curiously. "May I ask why you are wearing that?"
"Annabella Sinclair, right?" Asked Harry
Ron's eyes narrowed when she nodded "You're in Slytherin!"
"Ronald!" Said Hermione; "Let's not scare her off just yet."
Annabella looked at Harry "I was just walking over here to see if Potter is going to grace us with his talented voice."
Harry scowled "What do you want Sinclair?"
"I believe I already told you why I am here. Maybe if your head wasn't so thick you'd have found that out already." She smirked.
Harry stormed off to the Gryffindor Table, sending daggers to Annabella. She turned to Hermione and Ron, "Is he always like this?"
"Only when you people come around," Said Ron bitterly
"Can you define what you mean by 'you people'?" She asked
"You Slytherins!" He exclaimed "Your whole bunch! Rotten to the core, you are."
"And you Gryffindor's aren't?" She asked "Rotten to me because I am a Slytherin?"
"If I've told you once, I've told you twice," Said Hermione to Ron "Be nice to all houses."
"Why should I?" Asked Ron "She just had a go at my best mate."
"That's because your best mate has a skull as thick as my hair."
"His skull needs to be thick or people like you will bash it in."
"I never said I wanted to bash Potters skull in, Weasley." She said "And stop using 'people like you' it's incredibly rude."
Ron gaped at her before storming off himself to the Gryffindor Table. He whispered a few things to Harry, who glanced at her.
She rolled her eyes and looked at Hermione. "Granger, is it?" Hermione nodded and Annabella smiled "Just the witch I wanted to see."
She raised an eyebrow "And why do you want to see me?"
Annabella held her hand out "Friends?"
"You want to be my friend?" Asked Hermione is disbelief "But, I'm Muggle-Born Sinclair. You're in Slytherin you hate us."
"No one said I was proud of where I was sorted. I've got a quick tongue and a sharp mind. Now, would that be a yes or no, Granger?"
Hermione extended her hand and smirked "Harry and Ron aren't going to like this one bit."
Annabella smirked "Best be getting to my table now." She turned around and walked away leaving Hermione to think 'Wtf?'
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"YOU," Said Ron, as they walked into the Common Room; "YOU have made friends with the enemy! My girl-friend has made friends with the enemy!"
Harry mumbled a few curses and glared out the window. Hermione walked over to him, smirking "Having a go at me in your head, Potter?"
Harry jumped two feet in the air and looked around, eyes finally landing on Mione. "You sounded just like her!"
"That was the point Harry." She remarked dryly
Harry scowled "I want nothing to do with that...that...that WITCH! She is rude, and, and a Slytherin, and she is rude and I cannot believe you befriend her! She wants to kill me! She wants to bash my skull in! Mione we do not make friends with people who are out to kill me!"
"She is a servant to the Dark Lord" Said Ron "I saw it in the way she looked at Harry."
"She was looking at me?" Gulped Harry "I should go into hiding."
"I'll help you find a place," Said Ron with a fake tear
"Alright," Said Hermione "This is getting way out of control! She is not a servant to the Dark Lord. And she does not want to kill you Harry."
"Is he still going on about that?" Asked; a certain voice from the Portrait Hole. They turned around to face Annabella.
She climbed inside and walked around "I must say, this is more homely looking then that dungeon we live in."
"How did you get in here?" Asked Harry angrily
"I am a prefect Potter," She said examining him "Any more questions your highness?"
"Maybe if you weren't so rude I'd be a little nicer."
"I'm a Slytherin, it's in my nature."
"It's also in your nature to turn into a Dark Lord," He mumbled.
"Queen," She sang "I would be a Dark Queen, Potter."
She turned away from him "Granger, my friend."
Hermione smirked "Yes, Sinclair?"
She threw her a box, which Harry caught "IT'S A BOMB!" Screamed Ron; flying underneath the nearest table.
Harry was about to join Ron when he stopped "It's not a bomb, Ron. She wouldn't be in here if it was."
Annabella looked impressed "Nice work, Potter. There is hope for you yet."
She left leaving them all confused.
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Harry stepped onto the Heads Table in the Great Hall and spoke into a microphone "This thing on?"
The Hall nodded and he began. "Tonight'll be a little different," He said walking back and forth purposely pushing Snape's plate onto the floor "I'll be taking requests, once you give one you can come up here and sit with me."
Annabella stood up and walked over. Harry began beating his head with the microphone. She reached out, took it from him and said. "Excuse the prat"
She smiled sarcastically at him "I want you to sing I'll be"
Harry glared daggers at her and grabbed the microphone away "Fine" He stared into her eyes and began to sing.
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth
And Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and gave it a light squeeze. She rested her head on his shoulder and said "Why do you think Harry hates Sinclair so much?"
"Because she is a Slytherin," He said stabbing his potato, multiple times.
"Stop mutilating your potato, Ron"
And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be loves suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
And you're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive and not dead
'Potter is such a charmer,' Annabella thought as Harry sang to the hall, glaring at her. 'If only he'd learn to smile.'
'A smile always inspires another smile,' Said a voice
'Shut it' She thought 'The day I smile at him is the day I declare my love for pickles.'
And tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be loves suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Harry had enough of her just sitting there looking at him. 'She probably plotting my death,' He thought 'Great, just great. Now I have to worry about Voldemort and ice bitch. Today's just not my day.'
And I dropped out, I burned up, I fought my way back from the dead
I'm tuned in, I turned on, remembered the thing that you said
And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be loves suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your
I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be loves suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
The greatest fan of your life
He finished singing and bowed to the hall, which was on its feet.
"Happy, Sinclair?" He asked from the side of his mouth.
"Very," She said before turning around. She walked a few steps before stopping. 'Mother is not going to like this.' She sighed and turned around. He raised an eyebrow. "Thank you, Potter; for singing a favorite song of mine."
Harry's jaw fell and he stared in shock as she walked away. 'Did she just thank me?' he asked.
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A/N: Hmmm...Not as good as the other chapters, but hey, it's an up-date. I'll get working on more of them. R/R!