Where's the Song? Chapter 3: The Contest, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I own it all! Just kidding, don't own anything.

I looked around, where was I? One minute Harry and I were starring at Ginny and Malfoy snogging the next we fell through a random hole that came out of nowhere. Weird. I looked Harry. He looked just as confused as me.

I looked around. We seemed to be on the backstage of a stage. A man about 6 feet tall walked up to us. He was a scrawny fellow whose head didn't seem to match his body. He slick black hair.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen," the man started. I looked around. There were other people in the room. All were as befuddled as Harry and I. "You have all been brought here for a singing contest. The two winners will come back alive. All others will die."

A shudder went around the group (a/n I know that sounds weird). I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise. He went on to continue that you could choose songs as far in advance as you would like but could not tell anyone or else you'd be disqualified.

"The first person will be…"

OOOOO

The first person stepped up to the microphone. He had black unkempt hair and was nervous. He was wearing robes of Gryffindor.

"Hello, this is for the new American boy who has transferred from Toadstool," Harry whispered into the microphone. Rock music filled the air.

"Don't wanna be an American idiot.

Don't want a nation under the new media

And can you hear the sounds of the hysteria ?

The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.

All across the alien nation

Where everything isn't meant to be okay.

Television dreams of tomorrow.

We're not the ones who're meant to follow

For that's enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.

I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.

Now everybody do the propaganda.

And sing along to the age of paranoia

Welcome to a new kind of tension.

All across the alien nation.

Where everything isn't meant to be okay.

Television dreams of tomorrow.

We're not the ones who're meant to follow.

For that's enough to argue.

Don't wanna be an American idiot.

One nation controlled by the media.

Information age of hysteria.

Calling out to Idiot America™.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.

All across the alienation.

Where everything isn't meant to be okay.

Television dreams of tomorrow.

We're not the ones meant to follow.

For that's enough to argue."

Harry had a strong beautiful voice. But now it was the second persons turn.

The second person walked up to the microphone. He clearly had no idea how to use it. Instead he pushed it aside and shouted, "My name is Ron Weasley and I am gonna win mates." He stopped shouting. "Shit," he mumbled but his voice was magically magnified.

"The first jolt hit the other tower

Right after I came in

It left a fiery, gaping hole

Where offices had been

We stood and watched in horror

As we saw the first ones fall

Then someone yelled, "Get out! Get out!

They're trying to kill us all"

I grabbed the pictures from my desk

And joined the flight for life

With every step I called the names

Of my children and my wife

And then we heard them coming up

From several floors below -

A crowd of aurors

With their long robes behind

Now every time I try to sleep

I'm haunted by the sound

Of aurors pounding up the stairs

While we were running down

And when we met them on the stairs

They said we were too slow

"Get out! Get out!" they yelled at us

"The whole thing's going to go"

They didn't have to tell us twice

We'd seen the world on fire

We kept on running down the stairs

While they kept climbing higher

Now every time I try to sleep

I'm haunted by the sound

Of aurors pounding up the stairs

While we were running down

Thank God we made it to the street

We ran through ash and smoke

I did not know which way to run -

I thought that I would choke

A auror took me by the arm

And pointed me uptown

Then, "Christ!" I heard him whisper

As the tower came roaring down

So now I go to funerals

For men I never knew

The pipers play "Amazing Grace"

As the coffins come in view

They must have seen it coming

When they turned to face the fire

They sent us down to safety

Then they kept on climbing higher.

Now every time I try to sleep

I'm haunted by the sound

Of aurors pounding up the stairs

While we were running down"

Ron's face turned deep magenta. He rushed of stage quickly. Looking to embarrassed to say anything more. A couple people sniggered.

The third person walked up to the Microphone. She knew exactly what she was doing. She broke into song right away.

It's been nine days, eight hours, 40 minutes,10 seconds since you called

I've been so crazy I'm just about taking our picture off the wall

It's been three months over hundred days since you held my hand

And I miss you in a thousand ways, will I ever see you again?

How did it change so fast?

I won't give you to the past

I really thought it'd last

All that we had was so unbelievable

Now that it's gone it's just inconceivable

Still in my dreams you are so damn beautiful

How could it be that you ruined my

Everything, everything, everything

It seems like everywhere, everyone's in love

So, where are you?

And I remember you couldn't get enough

You felt it too, or didn't you?

How did it change so fast?

I won't give you to the past

I really thought it'd last

All that we had was so unbelievable

Now that it's gone it's just inconceivable

Still in my dreams you are so damn beautiful

How could it be that you ruined my

Everything, everything, everything

All that we had was so unbelievable

Now that it's gone it's just inconceivable

Still in my dreams you are so damn beautiful

How could it be that you ruined my

Everything, everything, everything

Ooh, hooh

You ruined my everything, everything, everything

Everything, everything, everything

It's been nine days, eight hours, forty minutes, ten seconds

three months and a hundred days

And I miss you in a thousand ways

Will I ever see you again?

The song was nice. But there were a lot of moans and groans about her singing. But one clapped vigorously, Ron.

The next girl stepped up. Her brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders. She stood there scared as hell She started singing.

"Row, Row, Row your boat

Gently down the stream

Merrily, Merrily, Merrily

Life is but a dream"

The girl finished. There were a few laughs from the audience. The girl blushed even more than Ron had. She scrambled of stage still blushing. She smiled slightly.

The next girl looked as if she was half Veela.

"Amazing Grace

How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost

But now I'm found

'Twas blind

But now I see

Through many troubles, toils, and snares

I have already come

How precious did that grace appear

The hour I first believed

Amazing Grace

How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost

But now I'm found

'Twas blind

But know I see."

There was vigorous clapping all over. Everyone seemed to stand up.

The last person looked exactly liked the fourth person. She sang.

"I'm a little teapot

short and stout

here is my handle here is my spout

when I get all steamed up hear me shout

tip me over and pull me out."

No one even made a sound.

OOOOO

I was anxious to know who had made it through and who would die. I was nervous. Very nervous. I was hoping into Hell that it wasn't Harry or I. I looked at Harry. He seemed calm. I think I heard him mutter, "Fuck this."

"The dead people to be are…" the man said. I was tense with nervousness. "Entry number 4 and 6. Yes people number 4 and 6 will die."

a/n Mwhaha Thankyou non-exsistent reviewers