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
