I do not own Harry Potter or Jesus Christ Superstar the Rock Opera.

So this is a Harry Potter fanfiction put to the music of Jesus Christ Superstar. Some call it blasphemy I call it creative visualization. I'm not saying Harry Potter is Jesus, I'm just saying that sometimes people seem to treat him the same way Jesus was treated in the Rock Opera Jesus Christ Superstar. Besides, I will mostly only be using the music, not the actual script.

So, with that said, hope you have a good time here in the Fanfiction opera house, your tickets will be checked at the door.

Ron and Hermione to Harry inside the Room of Requirement after a DA meeting

Ron: "My mind is clearer now-at last all too well

I can see where we all soon will be

If you strip away the myth from the man

You will see where we all soon will be

Harry! You've started to believe

The things they say of you

You really do believe

That all this talk is true

And all the good you've done

Will soon get swept away

You've begun to matter more

Than the things you say

Listen Harry I don't like what I see

All I ask is that you listen to me

And remember-I've been your right hand man all along

You have set them all on fire

They think they've found the new messiah

And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong.

Hermione: "I remember when this whole thing began

No talk of God then-we called you a man

And believe me-my admiration for you hasn't died

But every word you say today

Gets twisted round some other way

Both: And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied

Oh James your famous son should have stayed a great unknown

Like his father carving wood-he'd have made good

Tables chairs and oaken chests would have suited Harry best

He'd have caused nobody harm-no one alarm

Ron: Listen Harry do you care for your race?

Don't you see we must keep in our place?

We are occupied-have you forgotten how put down we are?

I am frightened by the crowd

For we are getting much too loud

And they'll crush us if we go far

Hermione: Listen Harry to the warning I give

Please remember that I want us to live

But it's sad to see our chaces weakening with every hour

All your followers are blind

Too much victory on their minds

It was beautiful but now it's sour

Both: Yes it's all gone sour