The Chronicles of Karaoke Chapter 2: II The Hero, a harry potter fanfic

At the Louisianan Pub (now under new management due to the death of the previous owner), it was the weekly karaoke night once again. Soothing chatter eased the nerves of the singers, mostly drunkards saying whatever they could in their unfocused minds and mouths.

An elderly woman who had sang a very bad rendition of a Michael Jackson hit, fell off the stage with a clatter. The burly new barkeep got on stage and announced the next act.

"'Arry Potter" he said, and there were several unnerved whispers. The last time someone had being announced by name, they'd killed all the audience.

A sixteen year old lad got on stage, blushing furiously, slightly tipsy from the muggle alcohol. His glasses askew and his clothes slightly burnt (Hagrid had insisted Harry had tended to his new baby dragon), the boy looked rather nervous.

However, the music started up, and he began to sing;

"Why do I have to be a good guy
People think I'm some sort of god
Why am I their Hercules?
To fight the rising odds
Why am I their white knight, why am I their King
Why the hell did I agree to sing?"

All the older women in the bar gave a dreamy sigh, and 'aww'-ed at the young boy. Meanwhile, all the men went to get another pint.

"'Cause I am their hero
I've got to find this Voldemort dude
I've gotta be strong
And I've gotta be fast
Or Voldemort will toast my a$$
I am their hero
I've gotta kill him, even though that's crude
I've gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And I've gotta be larger than life"

There were some cheers when the lad cried a profanity. However, it turned out that Wales had just scored against Scotland in the Premier League.

"Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
The hero isn't me
Racing on the Threasals and fighting for my life
Once I've beaten Voldemort, how will I get a wife?"

He winked at the young barmaid, who turned pink and went to collect the grimy mugs which everyone was drinking from.

He pulled out a strange stick, and and pointed it at the ceiling, causing several harmless fireworks to explode within the tavern.

"Up in Hogwarts, where we learn our spells
We have a lesson called DADA
I could swear I'd kill him, but what would that mean?
If I failed and didn't keep him at bay?"

He span around, doing several exotic dance moves, including the splits, handstands, headstands, and other fancy flips. The crowd 'ooh'-ed and 'aah'-ed, but the men were still watching the close football game in the corner.

"Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood"

He dropped the mike and leapt off the stage, taking the hand of the beautiful barmaid, and began to tango wildly with her.

The song ended, and their was an uproar of cheering (Wales had won 2-1) and every clapped madly.

"Let's blow this place, baby," he said, and he and the Barmaid walked out those doors, hand-in-hand, leaving a teary eyed Hermione and a fuming Ron behind.