Angel or Devil?

Chapter 2: We're Going to Do WHAT?

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The night seemed to pass faster than usual. Before they knew it, they were finished with the marvelous feast and Dumbledore stood up.

"This year, something very special will take place here at Hogwarts. We shall be performing a play at the end of the year. The play shall be a Muggle musical, "The Phantom of the Opera", which happens to be a personal favorite of mine. All students and teachers are welcomed to the audition. Auditions will be held here in the Great Hall Friday of next week. You be asked to sing a song and read and act out a few lines, so it would be prudent to come prepared. Now, it is time for bed. Prefects, please lead you houses to their common rooms. Goodnight everyone!"

At first, no one really began scrambling out of the Great Hall Doors to get to their common rooms quickly; they just stared dumbstruck at Dumbledore like he was mad. First of all, no one-except Hermione-had even heard of the musical "The Phantom of the Opera"! It would seem that the library would be swamped for the next couple of days.

Finally, the prefects snapped out the trance of shock and started rounding up all the students in their houses. Hogwarts would never be the same again.

Harry's POV

We're doing WHAT!

That was the very first thing that popped into Harry's head after Dumbledore had finished. Out of all his speeches he had heard from him. This one topped it all, for being the craziest and weirdest one.

Harry scrambled to get up when everyone else in Gryffindor quickly got up from the table and began filing out with the other houses. He made his way through the crowd, hoping to find Hermione and Ron. His eye caught a flash of bouncing copper fire and smiling, he turned his head to see Ron also making his way toward him.

"Hey, mate," said Ron.

"Your hair is like a beacon, Ron," Harry teased him and Ron mumbled about something shaving off his hair and Harry commented that by saying his head would like an egg. They gave each other a few whacks before Ron had to help Hermione out with prefect duty leaving Harry by himself and his thoughts. His mind wondered to Dumbledore's speech and "The Phantom of the Opera". It seemed silly really, all the Hogwarts students trying out for musical, why the only people he knew who could sing would be the Hogwarts chorus and he barely knew any of them!

"What is Dumbledore up to?" muttered Harry, shaking his head, "I wonder if this musical will really be a hit." Just imagining some of the people he knew trying to sing cracked a grin in Harry. As long as the Fat Lady wouldn't hear of it and tried to audition, he was alright with whatever the musical might bring. Perhaps the play wouldn't be so bad after all.

Ron's POV

Has he gone mental?

That question repeated itself over and over again in Ron's head. Ron was never reader, much less a musical guy who liked opera music. In fact, he didn't knew those types existed. All Ron was interested in was Quidditch and getting past school. He got up with the rest of his fellow Gryffindors and headed to their common room. At the corner of his eye he saw Harry making his way through to crowd to get to him. Ron shoved and squeezed past several Gryffindors before reaching Harry.

"Your hair is like a beacon, Ron," his friend teased him and he flushed a pale pink.

"Maybe I should shave my head and then I won't be a beacon," he mumbled but Harry overheard it anyways.

"You'll look like an egg, Ron. Don't go for it, George and Fred will be howling and laughing at you for months to come." he pointed out to him and he grunted back in response. Noticing Hermione rounding up the first-years, he suddenly realized his prefect job. Bidding Harry good-bye, Ron rushed up to Hermione and helped her gather up the rest of the first years. He didn't think about the play much until he was in bed and half asleep.

Hermione's POV

Oh my god this will be so awesome! Hermione thought excitedly. I've always loved The Phantom of the Opera! I'm so trying out for Christine; she is my all-time favorite character.

Hermione saw Harry and Ron talking over at the other side of the common room. She started to go toward them, but suddenly she stopped. She always felt nervous when she when she was around Ron; she had a crush on him since first year.

"Oh Ron, if only you knew how much I love you," Hermione said softly to herself, "you're the only guy I've ever truly loved…" She trailed off, thinking about what happened on the train. Or are you? Could I love…no I couldn't, never, not in a million years. Hermione, while deep in thought, gathered up the rest of the first years. She didn't even notice Ron, who had come to help her with the first years, staring at her like she was a goddess.

Draco's POV

"What the fuck does Dumbledore think he's doing?" said Draco Malfoy angrily to his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, and his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, "putting on a Muggle musical, it's despicable!"

"Oh Drakie," Pansy crooned, "Why don't you try out for the part of the Phantom? You have the loveliest singing voice."

"Pansy are you a true Slytherin or not? Our parents would be very pissed if they found out you support the Muggles." Draco gave her a disgusting look. He and Pansy were engaged; their parents had arranged for them to be married. Ever since she had heard the news, she had been hanging annoyingly on his arm every second of every day. Draco wasn't very happy about it though. He hated that ugly pug-faced, annoying little bitch. He had tried to persuade his parents to call off the wedding, but his father had punished him dearly when he had asked.

"No Drakie, please don't tell. I'll do anything you ask, just please don't tell!"

"How many times have I told you not to call me that you ugly slut! Now get out of my sight before I make your face break out in acne, it might even help you look better." Pansy burst into tears and ran down the corridor. Good riddance Draco thought. He entered the Slytherin common room not wasting any more of this time thinking about The Phantom of the Opera.