Author's Note: Still don't own HP or Rent, because if I did, I'd have enough money for the rest of my life, and I'd be off playing Hermione in HP and Maureen in 'Rent', and I'd not be here sitting on the computer doing this. :p
I'm leaving the singing format the way it was, since you all for the most part said it worked. I think there may be one or two songs where it would be incredibly hard to keep it like this, so I might change it, but at the moment it works.
I still don't like the writing I have in the regular story parts. So enjoy the songs. I apologize for having to call Voldemort as 'Voldy'. It was too many syllables to fit in the song.
In this update we have "You Okay, Wolfy?" (You Okay, Honey?), "Cheer Up #3" (Tune Up #3), "One Scar Glory" (One Song Glory) and "Light My Wand Up" (Light My Candle)

"Everything is changing
Everything is changing
Everything is changing
Nothing stays the same."

These words rang out on the street as a wizard sang them out while walking home.

And Remus Lupin completely agreed.

Changing. He'd been doing exactly that for years. He'd done the math once in school, but had stopped counting once he found it to be a distressingly high number. But this was life. He'd had a bit of recent luck with a job, but other than that, it was transforming and living the best life a werewolf could possibly have. There were no friends anymore. Tonks was gone. Voldemort had seen to that.

Why couldn't Harry have gotten Voldemort? The plan, it all seemed so right, so foolproof… but berating Harry for this wasn't the answer right now. They wouldn't want him visiting if that's what he was going to do.

Lupin slumped down farther onto the…hmm… now where was he? Ah. Hard. Cold. Dirty. Concrete! Yes, that was it. Hard, cold, dirty concrete in a dark alleyway. Maybe he should move somewhere. It was never a good idea to be a transformed werewolf in a dark alley. He tried moving. Darn. He was too sore. At least he could still think fairly straight. That was one good thing Wolfsbane had developed over the years: a stronger protection on keeping a human mind, though it still didn't help in relieving the pain in his joins. He growled, and slumped back down.

Well, this wasn't so bad. He could just lie here. For the rest of the night.

"You okay, wolfy?"

Lupin gave a start. His head rose, and he looked over to the direction of the voice. If you could call it that. He could already tell that this wasn't a human at all, but instead, was an animal. A dog, in fact. The only thing a human would have heard was barking.

It was hard to find where the canine was. The alley was dark because the buildings covered a lot of the moonlight, but the canine passed a stray patch, and Lupin caught a glimpse of a black dog walking toward him. Quite a big, shaggy, black dog. It reminded him of… nah. He was being delusional. Sirius Black was absolutely dead, no matter if he tried to deny that. And besides, he shouldn't have been so stupid as to think that there was only one big, shaggy, black dog in the world, even if it seemed like this.

"I'm pretty sure," Lupin answered.

The dog looked concerned. Well, as concerned as a dog's face could possibly appear.
"You're not hurting badly?"

Lupin shook his head.
"No, not anymore
I've done this all for years
Yet it never goes!"

He didn't know what it was that made him tell a slight piece of his horrid history to this stray mutt. Maybe it was the fact that for once, he had company on his transformation. It was nice. He'd been alone ever since the end of his seventh year at Hogwarts, although when he stayed at Grimmauld Place, Sirius had joined him then, too. But that was over. Still, the stray mutt came and sat next to him.

"Thanks," Lupin said, referencing to what the dog had just done.

The dog appeared to shrug it off as no big deal. "Well, someday, who knows?" he said, referring to what Lupin had said earlier. "I'm Padfoot."

Lupin froze right there. "Padfoot… indeed?" It was too coincidental. The dog, the name! But how could it have possibly been him? It would have to have been some sort of absurd dream. Perhaps there were side effects about hard, cold, dirty concrete that made people have delusional dreams.

"The dog star, wonder where you are…"

Well. It was worth a shot, Lupin figured. He gave out his name, and nickname.

"I'm Remus Lupin
Or 'Moony'
Nice tail…"

Lupin mentally banged himself against the wall. 'Nice tail'? What on earth was he talking about? It was such a bad conversation starter, and if it wasn't that, then there was absolutely no way he was flirting with some stray mutt dog just because it reminded him so much of Sirius. He needed his chocolate.

Luckily, Padfoot didn't seem offended at all. He just grinned mischievously, and stood back up again.
"Let's get some healing for your ails
I'll change
There's a 'Life Just Sucks' meeting where I'll soon be
Yes, this doggy is a real human outside
But every hour and day I am forced to go hide"

Lupin blinked. It sounded just like his own life now. And the delusion growing inside of him noted that it sounded very much like Sirius. "As am I."

"Wow— we'll get along sly," Padfoot decided, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Get you some food
End the roam at my home
And rest"

Now that sounded quite appealing to Lupin, though he knew it was a bad idea to just walk off with strange dogs, even if they were so much like Sirius that the delusion began to scare him. But he could always just go over to Harry and Ron's. Hopefully they wouldn't mind if he got there now. Well, if he could even get into the apartment, looking like this.

"But there's friends I'm meeting—"

Padfoot didn't care about that at all.

"How cute, your protest
Come spend a little time with me
And you'll like what you see."

The gleam in the dog's eyes was bigger, pleading Lupin to follow him. Lupin gave a laugh in his head, this had to be ridiculous! But it sure would make for an interesting full moon, for once. Carefully, he rose to his feet and walked on with Padfoot.

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"I don't suppose you want to go to Quality Quidditch Supplies? Or maybe the Leaky Cauldron?" Ron asked the miserable form of Harry, who'd not taken long in retreating back to his chair.

"I told you," said Harry. "No. And besides. Why would you go to Quality Quidditch Supplies at this time of night? Wouldn't they be closed?"

"Er… yeah," Ron said sheepishly. "But it might've made you feel better. Look, I'm just going out for a few things. You should change your mind and get out. You're taking the phrase 'living in a house' too seriously."

Close on Harry
His dark lord rival
Came to fight and killed more people
Before disappearing into darkness.

Ron understood what was making Harry so miserable. But it was five years. Time to move on. He gave a last look at Harry, and then exited the loft.

Harry wanted to move on. He really did. But you couldn't just 'move on' when the entire wizarding world had been so desperately depending on him. Sure, there were people who didn't blame him for what had happened, and still supported him. Yet there were definitely people who were so upset that he hadn't managed to destroy Voldemort once and for all. He'd been so close. Why hadn't it worked? Though he'd felt his battles with Voldemort throughout Hogwarts had been easy, nothing was as tough as this. Somehow, everything had always worked out then. Ever since he was a year old…

One scar glory
One scar that changed the world
Glory
One scar that started all

Use this scar
Find where you are
Voldy
Kill the evil dark wizard
Who always triumphs over me

One night
The night when it all began
Voldy
Set his eyes on a young girl
My mother

My parents
They tried their best to defend
But they both had met their end
That's when
Everything came down to me

Scar thrills
Scar kills
Glory
This scar's my story
This scar's my story
Story

Find Horcrux
And I thought I could win
Win like the Headmaster said
Make mortal again

Kill Voldy
This defeat will bring
Glory
You'll be known as the hero
The hero

But
Now I know
Nothing is easy as that
Story
Lives forever
I can't
Just redeem our tortured lives

Scar thrills
And then the night you can't put up the fight
Scar kills

There was a knock. "The door," Harry said to himself. Must be Ron. Fine. He'd show Ron. "And here I go, getting out of the chair, walking to the door, and opening it, just for you!" He opened it, saying, "What'd you forget?"

When he looked out the open door, however, Harry did not find himself looking at Ron Weasley, but rather, another Weasley. His younger sister. Ginny. She was smirking at him. "Got a wand?"

God, Ginny. He hadn't seen that girl in ages. Mostly for the fact that he didn't want to get involved with her. It was hard to go through, but at least it had protected her well. Harry vividly remembered how effortlessly Voldemort had snatched up Tonks and killed her. Lupin had been devastated. And Harry had no idea how he'd deal if that had been Ginny. So now here she was again. She looked different now. Obviously, though, five years made a difference. He didn't know what to say. "I know you, you're— you're Ron's sister"

Ginny rolled her eyes at this.
"It's been years, Harry, and I've grown
You should call me by the name that's my own
Would you light my wand up?"
She pulled hers out of her pocket, and held it out to him.

Harry looked away. What was this? A horrible pick up line. He looked at her again, and then away. His eyes were trailing…

"What are you staring at?" Ginny asked, watching him playfully.

Harry jumped. "Nothing!
Your hair in the moonlight
It's very fiery
Like it's burning"

'Your hair very fiery like it's burning?' Harrythought to himself. That hardly had to be any better than 'Got a wand'. Though no, it hadn't been a pick up line. Just a comment, for lack of something better to say.

"Something might burn up, if you care
But it'll only burn up once we're there
What?"

Damn. Ginny had noticed him staring at her again. He knew that he shouldn't have been doing this, despite the fact that every time Ginny appeared to like it so much. It was a bit like the way he'd been with Cho. How he'd look, and then look away. He was so silly. How old had he been, thirteen? Twenty-two may not have been that much better, but it was at least old enough to look at relationships more clearly.

"Nothing
It's just you're making me think of--"

Ginny looked used to this remark.
"I always get people to think—
Of who, then?"

"My ex," Harry answered, a bit embarrassedly. He knew that Ginny wouldn't want to hear about Cho.
"You know, Miss Cho Chang."

"That skanky bitch!" Ginny exclaimed, and Harry was very taken aback by Ginny's language. She must have noticed the look on Harry's face, because she turned red and muttered.
"I mean, what a witch."
And then a change of subject.
"Would you light my wand up?"

"Well…" Harry began.

"Yeah?" said Ginny. "Mmm."

"Oh this wand. It's—"

"—Waiting. I really think you should—"

"Look up! The spell now. Uh huh. That's right."

Feeling a bit stupid, Harry took the wand from her. He figured if he just went along with her game, it'd be over with sooner. And then he really felt stupid. In all this confusion, he couldn't remember the name of the lighting spell. He'd used it so many times before! How could he forget! Darned Ginny, she was distracting him. He turned away so that his back was toward her, and desperately thought 'Light up, light up, light up, please'. To his shock, the wand lit. Heavily relieved, he turned back to Ginny.

"Is this any good?"

She was smirking at him again. "Yeah. I think there's a better way."

Harry nodded.
"I know I've heard things can be easy
But they aren't for me
The wand dimmed, see?"

He handed the dull wand back to her. He knew begging the wand to light up wouldn't work.

"I knew it
There must be something else we can do
This can work
If I work with you"

"With you?" Harry repeated, at the moment that Ginny dropped the wand. Yet Harry had the sneaking suspicion that it hadn't been so much of an accident when she bent down in quite a suggestive way and picked it up again.

"They say that I have the best ass
Ever at Hogwarts
Is it true?" she asked him flirtatiously.

"What?" Harry asked, quite stunned.

"You're staring again," Ginny noted.

Damn. Quick. Avoid looking. That's all.

"I'm not.
Although, you do have a nice—
I mean!
You make me crazy!"

"Just like Miss Cho Chang," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, she always cried
But I know you've got me mystified."

"Have you been to the Hog's Head Pub?" Ginny asked.
"Lately it's quite the place
Find a spell!"

The Hog's Head? Many years ago, that had been where Harry had began the DA, and then Cho had come and stared at him. He remembered it well. He remembered how it used to be a rather empty and creepy bar run by Dumbledore's goat-charming brother Aberforth. And then he remembered what it was today. What with Aberforth gone, it wasn't just a bar anymore. Now it was… well, like she said. Quite the place. He and Ron had taken a visit once. It still wasn't all that appealing. There were drinks, yes, and a whole lot of females dancing naughtily. And then he remembered another time he had gone, and seen someone very familiar…

"Yes!
I saw you swish and flick."

Ginny sighed. "It's a living."

"I didn't recognize you in all that black lace," Harry told her. And he very much hoped that Mrs. Weasley had never been there, and would never recognize her daughter in black leather and lace.

Ginny changed the subject again.
"We should light my wand up
It's dark, so light my wand up"

Harry shook his head. He knew exactly what Ginny was trying to do now. Since when had Ginny changed so much? Must have been because of the Hog's Head.

"Why don't you forget this stuff?
It was so long ago"

"Not that long," Ginny protested.
"And we've been through this, so
Why not skip to the 'yes'?"

"Once t'was easy to say 'yes'," Harry remembered.
"But now I'm trapped in this mess"

"I'll make it good, you know it."

"You couldn't guess."

"Let me at it!"

"Oh yeah?
You know what, my life just sucks."

"It sure won't if we suck some—"

Harry cut her off, not wanting to know what she was going to say. "Oh no."

"—Thing else," Ginny finished, grinning at him.

When on earth had Ginny gotten so corrupted and bad, Harry wondered. He didn't think the Hog's Head could change someone so drastically. Now what was that spell? It was… it was… aha!

"Oh, here, it's—"

"What's that?" Ginny asked.

"It was the Lumos spell," He took the wand from her, muttered the spell, and handed the illuminated wand back to her.

"Now you've lit my wand up," she said.
"Oh, why don't you light your wand up?"

Harry wondered if the innuendo with the word 'wand' was a Weasley family trait, or something. First Ron, now Ginny…

"I can't believe this."

"Believe it, it's true
Let me stay with you."

"Maybe I would, but it won't do
Listen, I know I can't be with you"

"Oh, Harry
Oh, Harry…" Ginny was looking at him with pleading brown eyes. This was absurd. And yet, it was actually working on him…

"We're done," he tried, lamely.

Ginny brushed this aside. "We'll start
Please. Open your heart
You wanna kiss?"

"No. None," Harry tried again, resisting Ginny as best he could.

"Oh," Ginny whined.
"Well, that's no fun!"

Harry winced. "Maybe one," he suggested, giving in.

Ginny smiled widely.
"Wait and see
You'll want me
Ginny."

Ginny kissed him briefly on the lips, and then walked out of the loft, looking at him all the way out.

"Maybe I really should get out of the house some," Harry commented to himself.

A/N: So, that was that chapter, and like last time, any suggestions and constructive criticism would be great! I know I've got the songs worked out, but since I have to put in some literary writing, would you like to see it a little more fleshed out? Which is a bit hard, because most of what I'd say is already in the songs, but...eh. I'll work on it. :)