DISCLAIMER- This is a crossover of Hercules and Harry Potter. Enjoy!
I own those not mentioned in the books and/or movie. Meaning I don't own a LOT.
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The camera pans through an old-looking trophy room, where there's no dust, but a lot of the trophies, though shimmery and clean, were tarnished, and most of the cabinets are cobwebby. A torch is seen flickering on the wall next to the row the camera is on and it pans around, to see who's holding onto it. A wizened wizard in long dark purple robes, with his long silver hair and beard illuminated especially was standing there. He turns and gazes over his half-moon spectacles at the camera, the torch in his hand highlighting the old Quidditch teams, particularly Gryffindor's. The camera pans to see what the wizard was looking at and sees two names ending in 'Potter' on the list of 'Top Ten Seekers of the 20th century'.
"Long ago, but not very far away," he says in his cool voice (Of the first two movies. I don't like the third-movie Dumbledore). The camera looks over the rest of this trophy case as he speaks. "the Golden Age for brilliant students and Seekers hit quite a few students rather especially. But perhaps one of Hogwart's Alumni that became the greatest of these Seekers and students was the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. But do we know of his story now? And I speak not of his adventures with Lord Voldemort, but of his adventures of his heart, his heroism and his pride. That is where our story-"
"Jeesh, Professor!" A girl with her short dark brown hair in a side pigtail, wearing a fig headdress and robes that made her look like a Grecian rather than a Hogwart's student said, "This is a happy story, not a Greek tragedy!"
"I'm only going to say this once, Melanie," a tall girl with really curly black hair that fell down her back but not her face with the aid of a dark pink headband and wearing pink dress robes that ended at the knee, her sleeves poofy and the top peasant-style, said, "We were wearing dress robes." She pulled a tuft of fabric from her skirt out and pointed at it. "See? Dress robes."
"Well, all this talk about Greece, Michelle, I got confused," Melanie said. "Fine, I'll go change." She turned to walk out of the room and turned back to them. "But I'm keeping the headdress." She snapped it on her head and turned, walking out of the room.
"What are you young ladies doing here?" the man in the purple robes asked.
"We're helping her." A girl with short spikey brown hair and wearing dark green robes that went down to her mid-calf and had a normal top but was sleeveless, said, pointing at the camera. The camera swivels around to reveal a nervous looking wavy brown haired girl wearing a black t-shirt asking why Mr. Fork and Ms. Electrical Outlet can't be friends, grinning sheepishly to the camera.
"The author almighty, she calls herself." A girl with really long wavy brown hair and a tan complexion wearing sand-colored dress robes that went to her knees with a tube top said, shrugging.
"Just tell the ruddy people who you are," 'Almighty Author' (AKA- Me) says, pointing the camera at the four girls just as Melanie runs in, now in dress robes.
"Take it off," Michelle muttered to Melanie out of the corner of her mouth.
"No, I like it," Melanie muttered to Michelle, straightening the ivy headdress in question.
"Take it off."
"No."
"Take it off!"
"No!"
"For the love of Merlin, Melanie, take the bloody thing off!" I shout, and Melanie obeys quickly, kicking it into the shadows. "Anyone else having issues?" the five girls shook their heads. "I didn't think so. Now, speak."
"Can I go now?" the wizard asks me.
"Yes, by all means." As the wizard shuffled out of the room, the five girls took a curtsy.
"We call ourselves the Muses. We are all students here at Hogwarts. I am Michelle," Michelle said, standing from her curtsy.
"I am Melissa," the girl with the tan robes said, also standing.
"I am Melody," the girl with her mid-back and thin black hair in a low pigtail and wearing light pink robes down to her mid-calf and having a halter top to it, said, also straightening.
"I am Maria," the girl with the dark green robes said, standing.
"I am Melanie," Melanie said, who had thankfully traded her Grecian robes for a set of light blue ones that down to her ankles and a normal top.
"We are Goddesses of the Arts and proclaimers of heroes," Michelle said.
"Well, in Hogwarts. We're not big enough to proclaim all the heroes," Melody said.
"Anyway, so we tell the students at Hogwarts that they're doing a bang-up job," Michelle said.
"Heroes like Harry Potter," Maria said, swooning.
"He is such a hunk," Melanie said, "I want him back at Hogwarts so we can make some sweet music!" She picked up a picture of Harry Potter from a nearby shelf, hugging it.
"People, hurry it up. Filch is gonna notice that I tucked most of the trophies away eventually! I got a lot of pictures," I said.
"His story," Michelle said, ignoring me, "Begins even before he was born... not many years ago..."
"Not too long ago," Michelle sang, stepping away from Melanie hugging the Harry picture. Melanie noticed this and squealed, hastily replacing the frame and running to catch up. "The Wizard World was down on its luck,
And everywhere, freaky
Dudes called Death Eaters ran amock." The group pauses for a moment, looking at a picture of a crowd of cloaked and masked Death Eaters. Melanie skidded forward, tripping over a loose tile and breaking the picture.
"It was a nasty place.
There was a mess wherever you stepped," she sang, stepping over the fallen frame and to the rest of the group, that were standing near framed articles of the Prophet.
"Where chaos reigned,
And deaths and tourtures never slept." Michelle sang.
"Finally, she gets something right!" Melanie yelled.
"And along came the Order!" they all sang, as the camera focused on the party picture of the Order of the Phoenix.
"They tried to stop them all," Melissa sang.
"They tried," the rest sang.
"Locked a lot of 'em in a vault," Melissa sang.
"They're trapped,
And on their own stopped most chaos in its tracks!
And that's the gospel truth,
they were all too type A to just relax!" they all sang, standing before a picture of Azkaban prison.
"And that's a well-known dish," Maria sang.
"You know it, girl,"Melanie said, lifting a picture of the Daily Prophet saying that fifteen Death Eaters were behind bars.
"Though no one knew who did this all," they all sang.
"Though, honey, it may seem impossible,
that's the Gospel Truth," They all sang. They moved in front of a picture of a calm house. "In Godric's Hollow, life was sweet,
and smooth and meet, vermouth.
Oh... though honey, it may seem impossible,
that's the gospel truth!" They all extended their arms to the frame, as the camera zoomed in.