Note: I forgot to mention, the song used in chapter one is called "Still Burning" by Sixpence None The Richer. I apologize for not giving credit where credit is due.
Genre: Humor/Romance
Category: Harry Potter
Pairings: H/D, etc
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slash, language, a few Goth/Punk/Prep/RichKid cliches.
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy is not mine. Neither is Harry Potter. Or Sexy Snape.........GOD, WHY?!!!
Summary: Tudor is a straightlaced, well bred town. Nothing interesting ever happens there. That is, until some new residents move in. slash
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UNIQUE - Two
Quiet streets. Shops with relaxed atmospheres. People off doing something constructive. Children in school or at work or simply hanging out at the small mall in the center of the town. No one caused a ruckus. Ripples in the seamless efficiency of the town were nonexistent.
Welcome to Tudor, Michigan.
Most people in Tudor were content with the utter stillness, the quiet, the tranquility. It had been like that for years, and it would be like that for years to come. Or so the adults thought. They were blissfully unaware of the feelings of their children.
As in most towns, television was a major corrupter. MTV as well as CNN poisoned minds, until the younger generation grew restless with the absolute calm of Tudor. They wanted adventure, excitement, something different.
Little did they know that the TV God heard their prayers, and answered in a most spectacular way.
"--Happy birthday, dear Harry! Happy birthday to you!" sang Ernie MacMillan of the Loyalites, a fairly well-known pop group. His associates, Randy Borland, Michael Mitchell and Samson Tormy threw in their own melodious good wishes afterwards.
At the head of the table, Harry Potter grinned and clapped along with everyone else. Though he missed the old days when his Dad was a singer, he had to admit that having world reknown singers at his birthday party was pretty cool.
Climbing onto the stage after the Loyalites left was former Marauder Remus Lupin and Harry's godfather (also former Marauder) Sirius Black. They were dressed in old concert outfits, and were grinning like crazy.
"Harry-boy, happy birthday, you little brat!" Sirius laughed.
"I'm not a brat, you old codger!" Harry returned, grinning. Sirius stuck out his tongue childishly, then turned to Harry's father.
"Jamie, come on up and serenade your boy before he goes away forever," he said, beckoning the former Marauder.
"No, no, Siri. I really can't," James muttered, laughing nervously.
"Of course you can," Remus said, smiling. "Once more for Prongs Jr., Jamie. Please?" Here, Remus gave James big puppy dog eyes.
James Potter sighed and proceeded to take off his dinner jacket. Harry and his friends, as well as the adult guests that remembered James's singing days, burst into applause. Blushing slightly, James hopped onto the stage.
"Go, Dad!" Harry shouted.
"You show 'em, Uncle James!" Neville added.
"Prongs! Prongs! Prongs!" chanted the remaining crowd. Everyone else was shouting either "Padfoot!" or "Moony!", the stage names of the other Marauders. Harry was especially excited. His father hadn't performed in nearly six years. It was about time.
He turned to his best friend, a sandy blond kid by the name of Seamus Finnigan. "Shay, you got your camcorder?" he asked.
"Aye, 'Arry," the Irish boy said, waving said electronic device. "You need it, wot?"
"Yeah. I want to tape my Dad. This is like, the first time in forever since he last performed." He grinned. "I'm going to sell it on eBay, since Dad plans to cut my allowance."
Seamus grinned, as well as Harry's other friend, a redhead by the name of Ginny Weasley. "I bet you'd get hundreds for it," she said.
Harry nodded. "Yep." Before he could say more, music began on the stage. It was one of the Marauder's old songs, When I Look At The World.
James, Sirius and Remus spread out around the stage, compensating for Peter Pettigrew's missing spot, and immediately jumped into the song.
Sirius:
When you look at the world
What is it that you see
People find all kinds of things
That bring them to their knees
Remus:
I see an expression
So clear and so true
That changes the atmosphere
When you walk to the room
James, Remus, Sirius:
So I try to be like you
Try to feel it like you do
But without you it's no use
I can't see what you see
When I look at the world
James:
When the night is someone else's
And you're trying to get some sleep
When your thoughts are too expensive
To ever want to keep
Sirius:
When there's all kinds of chaos
And everyone is walking lame
You don't even blink now do you
Don't even look away
Remus, Sirius, James:
So I try to be like you
Try to feel it like you do
But without you it's no use
I can't see what you see
When I look at the world
Remus:
I can't wait any longer
I can't wait 'til I'm stronger
Can't wait any longer
To see what you see
When I look at the world
James:
I'm in the waiting room
I can't see for the smoke
I think of you and your holy book
When the rest of us choke
Sirius, Remus:
Tell me, tell me
What do you see
Tell me, tell me
James:
What's wrong with me
As James's voice faded out, the crowd went wild. Harry leapt up onto the table and screamed out his appreciation. On stage, the three former rock stars blushed.
"Thank you," James said quietly into the mic.
"Yeah, thanks," Sirius said, waving his microphone and grinning.
"Ditto," Remus said, blushing while giving a low bow.
Harry climbed down from the table and ran up to his father, throwing himself into James's arms. "Da, that was wicked! When you...and then you...bloody brilliant!" Harry chattered, gesturing wildly while his father easily held him in his arms.
"Why, thank you, young Master Potter," James joked. "I'm not bad, if I do say so myself."
Sirius came up and cuffed James on the shoulder. "Not bad, he says. Prongsie here is the best the Marauder's could hope for, and don't let your Da tell you different, Harry-boy!" he said. He waved an arm behind him. "Tell 'im, Moony."
Remus came up on the other side of James. "Your father was a brilliant lead, Harry. I couldn't do it, and Padfoot certainly couldn't." At that Sirius pouted. "But we had our own talents. Guitar and drums and the like."
"I know all that," Harry said, a bit subdued as his father put him down. "I'm just glad I got to see Dad sing once more before I'm exiled to the middle of nowhere with no Hot Topic or FYE."
Seamus and Ginny appeared on Harry's other side. "Buck up, 'Arry. I'm sure you'll be fine. You'll make new friends, and you can call us," Seamus said. "And if all else falls, you can tear that unsuspectin' town apart." James frowned disapprovingly and the Irishman laughed.
"You said you were going to Tudor, Harry?" Ginny asked, looking thoughtful. At Harry's comfirmation, she smiled. "I've got a few brothers living thereabouts with my grandfather Bilius. You'll have instant friends."
"See, Harry? It won't be so bad. You'll stay with your mother's sister Petunia at the edge of town for the first few weeks, then I'll come down and help you move into the house," Sirius said. "You'll be just fine."
Harry looked around at his friends and family (minus Neville, who had to go back to his boarding school), and smiled. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He hoped they were right.
TBC....