Um… yeah. It's been awhile since my last chapter and this one isn't that good but… it's something.

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I skipped five songs 'cause I couldn't figure who to sing them and why they would sing it. I skipped one of the songs though because I have an idea for it after /this/ chapter. Oh and I'm putting the song lyrics in italics so hopefully it'll be easier to read or whatever

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Pippin the musical or even the furry-footed Hobbit Pippin.

Asthe year went on Harry and Ron saved Hermione from a troll. The Weasley twins let off dung bombs in the corridors. Exams grew ever closer, Hermione had taken to telling every Gryffindor she spotted how many days, hours, minutes, and seconds there were till the exams. Rather annoying really. The trio had discovered Fluffy but were still trying to find out who Nicholas Flamel was.

Harry was pondering just this as he stirred his cauldron in double potions. He had forgotten to add a bats wing and cobwebs but his potion didn't look too bad. A knock at the door caused everyone to look away from their cauldrons.

"Potter answer the door." Snape snapped from behind his desk, he was reading a magazine trying to find a cure for his face grease. He had set the children to the task of making a potion but hadn't told any of them what it was. When Hermione had raised her hand to ask him why he merely said, "You'll be more careful with it if you don't know whether it's an acid or a love potion won't you?" Hermione squeaked and went back to working.

Harry sighed and trudged over to the door. There was a second year hufflepuff there. Clearly she hadn't expected Harry Potter to open the door to Snape's dungeon since she stood there staring at the scar. Harry cleared his throat trying to get her attention and she finally snapped back to the real world. "Oh, yes, this is… this is… um a note… from you for Professor Dumbledore… I mean! It's a note from Professor Dumbledore for you."

Snape had skipped over to the door to see what was going on. "A note for Potter?" Snape sneered. "Very well go." He kicked Harry out and then went back to read his magazine.

Harry got to his feet slowly and wandered off to Dumbledore's office. Amazingly enough he found it climbed up the spirally staircase to find Dumbledore himself. Harry didn't even have to knock on the door, for Dumbledore was holding the door open when he arrived.

"I've been expecting you Harry." Dumbledore said as he sat down at his desk resting his chin on his steepled-fingers.

"Well, sir, you did send this note to Snape's dungeon asking me to come."

"Oh yes, I did didn't I?" Dumbledore chuckled.

"Yes… you did, I'm not in any trouble am I?" Harry asked, that guilty conscience of his.

"Oh no, not at all I just wanted to tell you that you're on the right track." Said Dumbledore smiling.

"Er… thank you sir."

Unexpectedly Dumbledore leaped up from his chair.

"You look frenzied, you look frazzled
Peaked as any alp
Flushed and rushed and razzle-dazzled"

"Well... I do have a lot of homework now… plus Quidditch practice…" Harry began.

"Dry your lips, damp your scalp
Now I can see you're in a rut in
Disarray
And I'm not one to butt in"

"Er… please don't butt in." Harry said quickly, he didn't want everyone to think he was Dumbledore's favorite or something.

"But in fact I must say
If you'd take it easy, trust awhile
Don't look blue, don't look back
You'll pull through in just awhile
'Cause you're on the right track"

"You already said I was on the right track Professor." Harry said as he watched the old man dance about the office.

"Take it easy, sonny
Take it easy, sonny"

Dumbledore waved his wand and the chair Harry was sitting in turned into a recliner.

"Why look flurried?"

"Flustered!" supplied Harry.

"Keep those…"

"Hopes aloft" sang Harry as he too leapt up from his chair.

"Keep cool as custard,"

added Dumbledore as he transfigured a globe into a bowl of custard.

"Trying hard!" Sang out Harry.

"Stepping soft," Dumbledore said as he moonwalked.

"There's no trick to staying sensible
Despite each cul-de-sac
'Cause each step's indispensable
When you're on the right track" They sang together.

Harry danced about as he sang, "On the right track," several times.

Between each Dumbledore sang, "Take it easy, sonny…"

Harry sat down thinking his part of the song was over.

Dumbledore continued, "Many when things get dank will

feel their grip go
We stay tranquil, spirits high,

pulses low."

Dumbledore then pushed Harry out of the chair; the boy then jumped up onto the desk for a dramatic affect as he continued to sing.

"But! What I've left behind looks trifling
What's ahead looks Black
Am I doomed to spend my life

a-lingering on"

Phineas Nigellus' eyes darted from Harry to Dumbledore; did the boy know about his godfather? No, maybe he just capitalized that word for no reason.

"Lingering on…" Dumbledore sang softly.

Singing just a bit louder Harry added, "Just lingering on…"

They looked at each other then both sang out louder than before,

"Malingering on the right…"

Before they could finish Harry dropped to his knees and pounded on the desk with his fist practically sobbing,

"Oh, I'll never find it... never...

never...never...
never!"

Dumbledore patted the poor boy on the back, "Easy baby..."

he stopped for an over dramatic pause

"YOU'RE ON THE RIGHT TRACK!"

Dumbledore placed his hat back on his head, it had fallen off whilst dancing and singing. And Harry climbed off the desk and sunk back into his chair. "Here Harry," said Dumbledore "Have a chocolate frog, I think it might help you find what you're looking for."

Harry eyed the packaged chocolate frog greedily, "Thanks Professor… but.. but what do you mean?"

Professor Dumbledore just shrugged, "With the frog you're on the right track."

Potter took the frog with a raised eyebrow and left Dumbledore's office just as the bell rang. That meant potions was over! Harry leaped in the air and clicked his heels then skipped off to lunch wondering why Dumbledore would give him a chocolate frog and how to open it.

Face Grease once again from Caroline's (yougotphoned)fanfic

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