Disclaimer : This is a Songfic (sort of) using The Devil Went Down To Georgia by The Charlie Daniels Band. I would also like to mention I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter or the world, I'm bored, tired and hallucinating. No money is being made on this, not even in my hallucinations, and therefore I am unsueable. Thank you for reading my prattle.
Authors Note Well, Its 1030am, and i've been awake for 27 hours now. I thought this was hilarious when I thought this up. So, You get to see it. For now. Though I may remove it when im less exhausted. Bleh. shimmers out of sight
One evening in the Gryffindor common room, Several of the gryffindor students were playing with their instruments - a banjo, a couple of violins, and a drumkit. Several empty bottles of firewhiskey were attributed to their giggles, hiccoughs and generally happy demeanour. Harry was playing on his fiddle, when suddenly something odd happened.
Ron and Hermione had been whispering for several minutes, and the room changed suddenly. Seamus leapt upon a newly appeared tree stump, with his violin, for some reason glinting gold, and he suddenly changed his appearance to a considerably more snake-demon hybrid lunatic look. Ron burst out into song...
Voldemort went down to Georgia
He was
lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind
'Cause he was way
behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
Harry started chuckling, knowing that this was his favourite time of night - the song changing and re-enactment.
When he came upon
Harry Potter
Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And ol'
Voldy jumped
Up on a hickory stump
And said boy let me tell you
what
Harry realised that tonight, he was a puppet, and relaxed into it. Hermione was an excellent puppeteer, and he'd had a lot of fun with this particular game before.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the
Dark Lord his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold
Against your
soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you
The boy said my
name's Harry
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet
And
you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever
been
Mouldyshorts opened up his case
And he said I'll start
this show
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he rosined up
his bow
Then he pulled the bow across the strings
And it
made an evil hiss
And a band of Death Eaters joined in
And it
sounded something like this
Instrumental
When
Voldemort finished
Harry said well you're pretty good old son
Just
sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's
done
He played Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
The
Dark Lords in the House of the Rising Sun
Snapey in a bread pan
pickin' out dough
Remus does your dog bite
No child,
no
Instrumental
Mouldy bowed his head
Because he
knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the
ground and Harry's feet
Harry said, Voldy just come on
back
If you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son
of a bitch
I'm the best there's ever been
He played Fire on
the Mountain
Run boys, run
The Dark Lords in the House of the
Rising Sun
Snapey in a bread pan pickin' out dough
Remus does
your dog bite
No child, no
Instrumental (to end of song)
Harry collapsed in fits of laughter, most of the rest of the common room doing the same, while Ron, his face so red from the effort of the fast paced song, collapsed gasping. Not before taking his bow to the crowd of hysterical gryffindor students.
A cheer came from the door, where several of the staff were applauding - Dumbledore (Who was twinkling and chuckling, as usual), Snape (Who was looking murderous) and McGonnagal (Who was laughing at the look on Snapes face). Dumbledore recovered his composure long enough to say:
"I think this is something I shall observe more closely. Magic is wonderful - and made even more so by music. Laughter is wonderful as well. All three together? Fifty points to Gryffindor! Harry, A word, if I may?"
"Sure sir" hiccoughed Harry through his laughter. Following the Headmaster through the portrait hole, he burst out laughing again when he saw the magical video camera in the headmasters hand. "You're going to send that to Tom, aren't you sir?"
"Now Harry, Would I do that?" Grinned Albus Dumbledore - Prankster and thorn in the Dark Lords side.
