The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: I want to shout out to Neil, the creator of Potter Puppet Pals. You make my life, man! Everything I have is because of you! Just kidding. I think your whole site is fun, even the stuff that isn't Potter Puppet Pals. Seriously man, make another one. I will very literally send you money if you do.
Disclaimer: I dunt own Harry "Froofy" Potter. And J. K. Rowling is my hero, but I like to make fun of certain aspects of her novel. I'm sure she'd understand.
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Chapter Six: What Would Sirius Black Do For A Klondike Bar?
In the main hall of Hogwarts, where everyone usually sat to eat, a large stage was set in front of the tables. There were lights, a sound system, amps scattered about, guitars, a drum set, a bass, and a lone piano. The performers shifted their weight nervously, about to begin their show.
The candle light dimmed at Dumbledore's whim, and a hush came over the crowd. Ron, Harry, and Hermione grinned wildly at the lead singer. His greasy hair hadn't been washed for his debut, but no one seemed to care. Professor Lupin hastily plugged in his Les Paul into his amp and played a chord to check the tune. Snape, looking quite pensive, rolled up the sleeves on this robes and sat at the piano. The other guitarist, Hagrid, was ready and waiting. The drummer, McGonagall, clenched her drum sticks.
The spotlight turned onto the lead singer. Sirius Black stood there, mic in hand. Everything was dead silent. He opened his mouth.
"I've paid my dues, time after time. I've done my sentence, but committed no crime," Sirius sang. Dementors at the back of the hall, of which had snuck in, where swaying back and forth to the beat. Harry wiped away a tear. "And bad mistakes, I've made a few."
The Weasley's (minus Percy) head banged to the guitar chords, and some Slytherins had pulled out lighters and started swaying them. George and Fred wore their t-shirts they had made, of which said "True Marauders rock!"
"But I've come through! We are the champions, my friends! And we'll keep on FIGHTING till the end! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! No time for losers, cause we are the champions . . .of the world!" Sirius sang with Lupin, Snape, and Hagrid as his back ups.
By now, the whole hall was singing and head banging to the guitar licks.
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! NO TIME FOR LOSERS! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!" Sang the entire hall. Dumbledore stood up and a table and did the rock on sign. George and Fred had smuggled Butterbeer, and were now passing it around and spilling it everywhere. All because of a Klondike bar.