A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for the reviews, by the way…I don't think I said that last chapter.

Something else I didn't say last chapter: I don't own "Mamma Mia!" It belongs to ABBA (originally), an awesome Swedish (I think) singing group from when my parents listened to music. Sorry to those of you who thought I made it up; I didn't!

Skipping reviewers response again…sorry! I'll do that at the end of this fic...I'm more focused on cranking out the chapters in order to finish before HBP. Yes, that's right! Stick with me, and I'll be done before then. Reviews (nudge nudge wink wink) REALLY help along the writing process.

Also, I plan to be done tomorrow, which means that this is the second-to-last part… The last part will most likely be short, but I find this one is long. Enjoy while you can, for HBP is right around the corner (thank God…I'm in serious withdrawl)!

Part Six: Prophetic Revelations and a Battle of the Bands

"Professor," said Hermione desperately, "we tried to tell you about our idea, but—"

"It's quite all right Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore said. "Rest assured, your meeting here is quite legal. It is not stated in the rules of this school that one cannot invite a famous musician into the castle, nor that one may not buy his or her own instruments and practice on them in a place that does not disturb other occupants of the school."

"How utterly convenient!" Tremlett ejaculated.

"Yes," said Dumbledore, eyeing Tremlett curiously. "As Mr. Draco Malfoy has formed a band as well with members of his house, it seems that the talent of our students has been overlooked by the staff. I have decided it would be interesting to give all the other students a chance to form musical groups as well, so then Hogwarts might hold a battle of the bands!"

There goes Dumbledore, taking things into his own hands again.

"Well, then," Tremlett said happily, clapping his hands together once, "my work here is done. If you'll excuse me, Headmaster, I've got to be in concert at Madison Square Garden's hidden wizarding auditorium in thirty minutes." He summoned his guitar case and packed up his things magically.

After the musician left, Dumbledore turned to Harry. "Harry, I believe all this excitement has caused you to temporarily forget certain responsibilities to your friends. You may want to take care of the said responsibilities now, while you have the time," he hinted.

Harry rolled his eyes as Dumbledore exited the room. He had not really forgiven Dumbledore for lying to him.

"What the bloody hell did Dumbledore mean, Harry?" Ron asked bluntly.

Harry sighed. I might as well get on with it.

"Do you remember last year, in the Department of Mysteries, when we found that room of prophecies?"

"Yes," the group chorused.

"And how Ron found that prophecy with my name on it, and I picked it up?"

Ron nodded vigorously, recalling that very moment.

"That prophecy, as Dumbledore told me, says that I must kill Voldemort or be killed by him."

Hermione, Ginny, and Luna gasped.

"But Harry…" Hermione started.

"There are no 'buts,' Hermione," said Harry dejectedly. "It's what I have to do."

Luna placed her arm around Harry's shoulders in a comforting manner. "It'll be okay, Harry."

"I hope so."

"Well, he could never infiltrate the castle, so why worry?" Hermione, who was being held protectively by Ron, said uncharacteristically.

"That's true, you know," Luna agreed. "Crumple-Horned Snorkacks guard all the entrances."

"I haven't seen any," Ginny retorted sharply.

"They're only visible to those who wish to see them, on the night of the crescent moon."

"Okay, whatever," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

"There's a problem, though… I can't kill Voldemort with a wand…it has to be something else, but what?" Harry thought aloud.

"There's always something," said Luna confidently.

The group went into a lapse of deep concentration, until Hermione realized something and let her mouth fall open. Ron, unusually perceptive for the time being, caught this. "What is it?"

"I just figured it out…Malfoy's weak taunt yesterday…he knew about Lumos Maxima!" she said without much eloquence.

"Oh, right!" said Harry. "My ideas…but who'd have told him?"

"Does it matter?" asked Ron. "Malfoy's father's probably taught him the Imperius Curse."

"It doesn't matter, Ron. Let's just practice for the battle of the bands. Then, we can blow his spoiled little ass out of the water," Harry suggested, picking up his guitar once again.

And so the teens practiced for the event, in which they planned to teach Malfoy and his housemates a musical lesson.

Hogwarts Presents…

A Battle of the Bands

Featuring…

Pure-Blood Rockers (Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson)

Lumos Maxima (Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Ron and Ginny Weasley)

Nevermore (Cho Chang, Michael Corner, Terry Boot, Roger Davies)

The Fluffs (Lavender Brown, Parvati and Padma Patil)

Levitation (Ernie MacMillan, Hannah Abbot, Susan Bones)

The Quidditch Boys (Zacharias Smith, Justin Finch-Fletchey, Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom)

Dragon Fire (Dennis and Colin Creevey)

"Lumos Maxima, you're on in five," called Dean Thomas, who opted to act as stage manager for the competition.

"Thanks, Dean," said Ginny, kissing him on the cheek and trying to make sure Harry saw her doing so.

Harry was not paying attention, but tuning his guitar. He also half-listened as the Pure-Blood Rockers played "The Tide is High."

Lumos Maxima was the last performance of the evening, and then the judges, who were members of the staff, would tally up the votes to see who would win. Harry had heard all the songs from the previous acts. Levitation sang "Do You Love Me?" and Nevermore played "Penny Lane" with an off-key Terry Boot singing the lead. The Fluffs had not been so bad; Lavender, Parvati, and Padma had chosen to sing "Walk like an Egyptian." The Quidditch Boys followed the Fluffs with "I Want It That Way." Harry would admit he was thoroughly disturbed at Dragon Fire's interpretive dance to "She Will Be Loved."

All in all, Lumos Maxima had a great chance at winning the contest, especially since they were wearing matching shirts with a ray of wand light printed across.

Malfoy's band finished, and he left the stage with a smirk on his face, looking at Harry with a you're-so-gonna-lose-after-that-amazing-performance-by-me-and-my-peeps look. Harry returned it with a yeah-right-you're-going-to-regret-the-day-you-were-born-after-we-play glance.

The band of five took the stage, setting up their instruments. They had discussed previously (well, of course they did—Hermione's in the band) that they would perform "Na Na" by a Muggle band Luna liked, called Superchick. After the count from Ron, they started playing.

You're building a case against me
Prosecutor, judge, and jury
We had this conversation in your head
'Cause I wasn't there, you made up what I said-
Or what I would of said; you know me so well
You heard how I am and how I'm going to heaven knows
We've never had this conversation, or should I be calling it a condemnation?
'Cause you're not listening to me

(Chorus)
So na, na, na, na, na
That's all I'm gonna say
'Cause na, na, na, na, na
Made up your mind any way
Na, na, na, na, na
There's nothing I can do
So na, na, na, na, na
Couldn't we be friends if not for you

I feel like a teacher from Charlie Brown
All you hear is that "wah, wah, wah" sound
Maybe I'm a Pokemon, Pikachu
Cause that's what comes out when I'm talking to you
You're a crusader; you've made me your fight
Your superhero name is Mr. Right
Instead of trying to understand
You show all your friends how wrong I am
You're not listening to me

So na, na, na, na, na
That's all I'm gonna say
'Cause na, na, na, na, na
Made up your mind any ways
Na, na, na, na, na
There's nothing I can do
So na, na, na, na, na
Couldn't we be friends if not for you

Here Harry and his friends paused, for from the Great Hall doors came bursting Lord Voldemort himself, with a multitude of his followers in tow.

Chaos ensued, spells were thrown back and forth, and yet Dumbledore ordered Lumos Maxima to continue playing as a distraction.

Can't we be friends
Why does it end
Before a word is even heard
I look at you, your attitude
Why can't you see
That it's not me?


Oops, I did it again, I see
The person I'm talking about is me
Assuming you're the enemy
In the crosshairs of my verbal Uzi
No matter who wins, we both lose
No matter who starts, we both choose
To keep it going on and on and on
But let's start listening and see

The funny thing was, every time Harry strummed a chord, Voldemort twitched. Curious as to why this was happening, Harry struck his guitar with more passion. He found that Voldemort started writhing in pain!

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Sorry that it got this way
La, la, la, la, la
Next time I won't let it stew
La, la, la, la, la
Couldn't we start over me and you?

After this last stanza, Harry played his guitar solo energetically as Voldemort slowly lost consciousness…and life itself.

As Harry strummed the last chord of the song with zeal, Voldemort's body disintegrated before his very eyes.

The Death Eaters all fell to their knees, knowing the Dark Lord was no more.

A/N: Well, what do you think? I'M DYING TO KNOW!

Also, I don't own ANY of the songs mentioned in this chapter. Superchick, by the way, is the band that wrote "One Girl Revolution." Check them out; they ROCK!

Also, I KNOW the prophecy revelation totally tanked. If you want a better one, but without Ginny and Luna there, go read "Hermione's Exasperation" under BuckNC's penname. Chapter three reveals it, and I wrote most of the revelation (it's coauthored).