Sorry this took so long guys, my account was frozen for a while and I had
just previously finished it and gotten it beta read. I hope you enjoy it.
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The days passed and now it was Saturday, the first day of rehearsals for Romeo and Juliet.
Breakfast had passed by quickly, too quickly by some people's standards because of the feelings all had toward The Boy Who Lived, as they trudged to the theatre situated deep within the walls of Hogwarts. The theatre was rarely used only every so often and never used enough in some peoples opinions.
Ron and Hermione were walking at the back of the crowd of participants, both deep in thought about the situation with Harry that had passed by in the few days that have been and gone.
"Ron, do you really think that Harry will become the new Dark Lord after he kills You-Know-Who." Hermione asked quietly so as though not to get any other intrusion into the conversation nobody would overhear their conversation.
"I don't know 'Mione, I really don't know. But after Harry lost his temper at us the other day for no apparent reason I don't know."
Hermione glared at Ron, "There was a reason for him to yell at us Ron. You got him started when you made that comment about it all going to his head just because he didn't want what he has, by saying that it doesn't revolve around him alone.
Well guess what Ron it does revolve around him, it always has and always will." Hermione explained to her boyfriend, conversation over.
Ron looked at Hermione, a dumbstruck look on his face from being told off again.
"You let your temper get away with you once again Ron; Harry doesn't have to tell us everything anymore, not after Sirius." Hermione spoke softly as the group had started to enter the theatre.
Upon entering, the students looked around in awe at the interior; upon the four walls were the banners of the fours houses.
The north wall was Slytherin green. On it hung the red and gold banner of Gryffindor, the griffin was prowling around its confines. Next to the banner was a portrait of the proud founder of Gryffindor with a phoenix on his shoulder and a griffin at his feet, Godric Gryffindor.
On the east wall, which was red was the yellow and black banner of Hufflepuff, the badger dozing lazily, ignorant of all the noise that had just entered the hall. Helga Hufflepuff gardening in her frame, stopping to wave at the students with a merry smile on her podgy face.
On the black southern wall was the blue and yellow banner of Ravenclaw, the raven with its wings outstretched to its full wingspan cawing at the audience. Rowena Ravenclaw attending to the same raven that was in the banner, cleaning its wings and feeding it seeds.
The blue western wall was draped with the banner of Slytherin. The silver basilisk slithering as it spoke to a Harry who was standing at the foot of the banner near the large stage. A portrait of Salazar Slytherin was next to the Slytherin snake, amusement on his face as Harry explained some things to the basilisk in his house banner.
Salazar looked over to the doorway when he heard students gasp as they watched Harry speak with the snake in parseltongue, raising his eyes brow at the students Salazar turned back to Harry.
"You have company Harry." He announce to the young man, authority in his voice even though he spoke softly.
Harry turned his attention from the basilisk and to the students that had entered,
"Good Morning everyone, how are you this morning, I trust that every one slept well," (This is parseltongue) he said, not slipping from parseltongue to English.
"Harry you are still speaking snake language." Godric admonished from his portrait, trying not to laugh from the expressions on the student and Professors faces.
Harry turned to look at Godric a smile on his face, "I know that Godric, but they already think that I'm the next Dark Lord once I kill Voldemort and are all afraid of me anyway. So why should I make them feel any better about it?" Harry questioned, turning back to the students.
"Welcome to the Hogwarts theatre, once use by the founders and their students long ago and to be used once more. So would you all please come in and sit in the seats in front of the stage and we'll get started." Harry announced as he jumped down from the stage.
Nobody moved. The students just stood in the doorway stopping anyone from coming in. Everybody seemed frightened of the whole situation, of Harry, the portraits and the speaking of Parseltongue.
"Oh for crying out loud you incompetent children, that is Harry Bloody Potter not the Bloody Dark Lord. Now get your bleeding arses into the seats." Professor Severus Snape said softly in his most threatening voice. He had just arrived and saw the gathering.
Professor Snapes' presence got the students and the Professors to move into the theatre and seated with their scripts out and on their laps.
Harry looked over at Professor Snape gratefully, who nodded his reply as he sat down and placed his script on his lap, Professor Lupin sitting next to him, away from the other Professors and the students.
"Nice to see you all here after all the bitching you've all been doing. Contemplating whether or not I'm going to turn on you all and join Voldemort, killing you all with out a second thought." Harry had started.
"For this play, all animosities and house prejudice WILL be put aside or a significant amount of house points WILL be taken from your houses, for in this room I have four extra sets of ears and they will tell me what has been said and who it was said by.
And I'm sure that Professor Snape will be more than happy to help with this?" Harry asked as he looked to the Professor who nodded in return.
"You can count me into that too Harry." Remus spoke from his place next to Snape.
Harry looked in surprise at the werewolf, surprised because the normally friendly and cheerful professor was not feeling as particularly cheerful and friendly as he had a few weeks ago.
"Of course Remus, if you wish to help then so be it." Harry replied, concern in his green orbs for his 'Uncle' figure before he continued to explain what he wanted from the Professors and students.
"Now I know that every one has homework from our classes and the professors with potion making, essay grading, ministry documents and any other business that the professors may have but I would like at least an hour spent on learning your lines each day or this production will not be a success.
I also plan to have the entire London Ministry and its people to be present at the production and I mean the entire."
Gasps came from all around the room at this announcement, knowing that it meant that the Minister of Magic would be there, along with numerous Death Eater parents, Muggle born wizard and witch parents and maybe even the Dark Lord himself.
The room became full of noise after the shock of the announcement had passed and arguments broke out around the room.
Harry sighed and went over to where Remus and Snape sat together quietly conversing about the happenings that have invaded Hogwarts within the last few days and plonked himself right down into the werewolf's lap, snuggling into the readily given embrace.
"So what were you and the Slytherin Basilisk talking about when we all came into the theatre?" Remus asked as he looked down at the head of hair under his chin.
"Well I had told the Basilisk that I had killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets and she started to yell at me for killing the living specimen of her. She IS the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets so we got into an argument and I ended up telling her everything that has happened to me from as far back as I remember.
Making Salazar and the Basilisk the only ones that know all of what I have been through and everything that I will end up going through, this play being one of them." Harry explained
"What does Lord Slytherin think of you being able to speak Parseltongue?" Snape asked, coming into the conversation.
"He thinks that it's wonderful and that he would like me to come down and talk to him more often, so do the other founders, having had no one to talk to for so very long and I said that I would.
I also offered having them moved to my quarters so that I may talk to them whenever I have nightmares. That way I won't have so far to travel to speak to them. They said that they'd consider the invitation."
Severus and Remus looked at the content boy, the students still bitching and whining at the announcement, very much not in favour of the implications that they held, Severus snorted and continued his conversation with Remus.
Harry, being as content as he was, was getting tired of all the noise that filled the hall and stood from his position and jumped back onto the stage and cast "Sonorus" on his throat before announcing attention to the hall.
All noise stopped.
Harry looked at them all in shock, "Oh my god, you can all actually follow instruction, well that's a first. Now I don't really care what any of you think about the arrangements that have been made for this production, I've already talked to the Headmaster about this and the proper arrangements will be made in time from the actual production.
So if you have all finished bitching I would like to get on with the reading of the scripts by those that are in the play, and I ask that every one else leave, but before that happens, we need a costume and background crew.
So if you are interested in one of these positions place your name on the papers on you way out of the room." Harry paused and waited for everyone but those in the cast to leave the room.
"Great, now we need to start practising and memorising all of our lines. So if the Capulets and the Montagues will please pair up and begin to recite your lines."
This got people moving into the assigned groups and had them flipping through their scripts to find the right passages and acts, Snape walking over to where Harry was standing.
"I believe you and I had best start with the scenes at the end of the play since it consists mostly of us being lovers Mr Potter. Do you have a lover Mr Potter?" breathed Snape is a seductive and sexy voice in Harry's ear.
Harry shivered, "Gods! That voice, if you do the scenes with that voice every women in the audience and half the men will be aroused.
And no Professor Snape, I've never had a lover, when would I have had the time? And who would want Harry. All they see is the Boy-who-Lived," he said bitterly.
Snape turned to look at Harry, the starting of a smile, "Well don't you think that we should proceed Mr. Potter?" he asked moving over to stand under the portrait of Salazar Slytherin.
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The days passed and now it was Saturday, the first day of rehearsals for Romeo and Juliet.
Breakfast had passed by quickly, too quickly by some people's standards because of the feelings all had toward The Boy Who Lived, as they trudged to the theatre situated deep within the walls of Hogwarts. The theatre was rarely used only every so often and never used enough in some peoples opinions.
Ron and Hermione were walking at the back of the crowd of participants, both deep in thought about the situation with Harry that had passed by in the few days that have been and gone.
"Ron, do you really think that Harry will become the new Dark Lord after he kills You-Know-Who." Hermione asked quietly so as though not to get any other intrusion into the conversation nobody would overhear their conversation.
"I don't know 'Mione, I really don't know. But after Harry lost his temper at us the other day for no apparent reason I don't know."
Hermione glared at Ron, "There was a reason for him to yell at us Ron. You got him started when you made that comment about it all going to his head just because he didn't want what he has, by saying that it doesn't revolve around him alone.
Well guess what Ron it does revolve around him, it always has and always will." Hermione explained to her boyfriend, conversation over.
Ron looked at Hermione, a dumbstruck look on his face from being told off again.
"You let your temper get away with you once again Ron; Harry doesn't have to tell us everything anymore, not after Sirius." Hermione spoke softly as the group had started to enter the theatre.
Upon entering, the students looked around in awe at the interior; upon the four walls were the banners of the fours houses.
The north wall was Slytherin green. On it hung the red and gold banner of Gryffindor, the griffin was prowling around its confines. Next to the banner was a portrait of the proud founder of Gryffindor with a phoenix on his shoulder and a griffin at his feet, Godric Gryffindor.
On the east wall, which was red was the yellow and black banner of Hufflepuff, the badger dozing lazily, ignorant of all the noise that had just entered the hall. Helga Hufflepuff gardening in her frame, stopping to wave at the students with a merry smile on her podgy face.
On the black southern wall was the blue and yellow banner of Ravenclaw, the raven with its wings outstretched to its full wingspan cawing at the audience. Rowena Ravenclaw attending to the same raven that was in the banner, cleaning its wings and feeding it seeds.
The blue western wall was draped with the banner of Slytherin. The silver basilisk slithering as it spoke to a Harry who was standing at the foot of the banner near the large stage. A portrait of Salazar Slytherin was next to the Slytherin snake, amusement on his face as Harry explained some things to the basilisk in his house banner.
Salazar looked over to the doorway when he heard students gasp as they watched Harry speak with the snake in parseltongue, raising his eyes brow at the students Salazar turned back to Harry.
"You have company Harry." He announce to the young man, authority in his voice even though he spoke softly.
Harry turned his attention from the basilisk and to the students that had entered,
"Good Morning everyone, how are you this morning, I trust that every one slept well," (This is parseltongue) he said, not slipping from parseltongue to English.
"Harry you are still speaking snake language." Godric admonished from his portrait, trying not to laugh from the expressions on the student and Professors faces.
Harry turned to look at Godric a smile on his face, "I know that Godric, but they already think that I'm the next Dark Lord once I kill Voldemort and are all afraid of me anyway. So why should I make them feel any better about it?" Harry questioned, turning back to the students.
"Welcome to the Hogwarts theatre, once use by the founders and their students long ago and to be used once more. So would you all please come in and sit in the seats in front of the stage and we'll get started." Harry announced as he jumped down from the stage.
Nobody moved. The students just stood in the doorway stopping anyone from coming in. Everybody seemed frightened of the whole situation, of Harry, the portraits and the speaking of Parseltongue.
"Oh for crying out loud you incompetent children, that is Harry Bloody Potter not the Bloody Dark Lord. Now get your bleeding arses into the seats." Professor Severus Snape said softly in his most threatening voice. He had just arrived and saw the gathering.
Professor Snapes' presence got the students and the Professors to move into the theatre and seated with their scripts out and on their laps.
Harry looked over at Professor Snape gratefully, who nodded his reply as he sat down and placed his script on his lap, Professor Lupin sitting next to him, away from the other Professors and the students.
"Nice to see you all here after all the bitching you've all been doing. Contemplating whether or not I'm going to turn on you all and join Voldemort, killing you all with out a second thought." Harry had started.
"For this play, all animosities and house prejudice WILL be put aside or a significant amount of house points WILL be taken from your houses, for in this room I have four extra sets of ears and they will tell me what has been said and who it was said by.
And I'm sure that Professor Snape will be more than happy to help with this?" Harry asked as he looked to the Professor who nodded in return.
"You can count me into that too Harry." Remus spoke from his place next to Snape.
Harry looked in surprise at the werewolf, surprised because the normally friendly and cheerful professor was not feeling as particularly cheerful and friendly as he had a few weeks ago.
"Of course Remus, if you wish to help then so be it." Harry replied, concern in his green orbs for his 'Uncle' figure before he continued to explain what he wanted from the Professors and students.
"Now I know that every one has homework from our classes and the professors with potion making, essay grading, ministry documents and any other business that the professors may have but I would like at least an hour spent on learning your lines each day or this production will not be a success.
I also plan to have the entire London Ministry and its people to be present at the production and I mean the entire."
Gasps came from all around the room at this announcement, knowing that it meant that the Minister of Magic would be there, along with numerous Death Eater parents, Muggle born wizard and witch parents and maybe even the Dark Lord himself.
The room became full of noise after the shock of the announcement had passed and arguments broke out around the room.
Harry sighed and went over to where Remus and Snape sat together quietly conversing about the happenings that have invaded Hogwarts within the last few days and plonked himself right down into the werewolf's lap, snuggling into the readily given embrace.
"So what were you and the Slytherin Basilisk talking about when we all came into the theatre?" Remus asked as he looked down at the head of hair under his chin.
"Well I had told the Basilisk that I had killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets and she started to yell at me for killing the living specimen of her. She IS the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets so we got into an argument and I ended up telling her everything that has happened to me from as far back as I remember.
Making Salazar and the Basilisk the only ones that know all of what I have been through and everything that I will end up going through, this play being one of them." Harry explained
"What does Lord Slytherin think of you being able to speak Parseltongue?" Snape asked, coming into the conversation.
"He thinks that it's wonderful and that he would like me to come down and talk to him more often, so do the other founders, having had no one to talk to for so very long and I said that I would.
I also offered having them moved to my quarters so that I may talk to them whenever I have nightmares. That way I won't have so far to travel to speak to them. They said that they'd consider the invitation."
Severus and Remus looked at the content boy, the students still bitching and whining at the announcement, very much not in favour of the implications that they held, Severus snorted and continued his conversation with Remus.
Harry, being as content as he was, was getting tired of all the noise that filled the hall and stood from his position and jumped back onto the stage and cast "Sonorus" on his throat before announcing attention to the hall.
All noise stopped.
Harry looked at them all in shock, "Oh my god, you can all actually follow instruction, well that's a first. Now I don't really care what any of you think about the arrangements that have been made for this production, I've already talked to the Headmaster about this and the proper arrangements will be made in time from the actual production.
So if you have all finished bitching I would like to get on with the reading of the scripts by those that are in the play, and I ask that every one else leave, but before that happens, we need a costume and background crew.
So if you are interested in one of these positions place your name on the papers on you way out of the room." Harry paused and waited for everyone but those in the cast to leave the room.
"Great, now we need to start practising and memorising all of our lines. So if the Capulets and the Montagues will please pair up and begin to recite your lines."
This got people moving into the assigned groups and had them flipping through their scripts to find the right passages and acts, Snape walking over to where Harry was standing.
"I believe you and I had best start with the scenes at the end of the play since it consists mostly of us being lovers Mr Potter. Do you have a lover Mr Potter?" breathed Snape is a seductive and sexy voice in Harry's ear.
Harry shivered, "Gods! That voice, if you do the scenes with that voice every women in the audience and half the men will be aroused.
And no Professor Snape, I've never had a lover, when would I have had the time? And who would want Harry. All they see is the Boy-who-Lived," he said bitterly.
Snape turned to look at Harry, the starting of a smile, "Well don't you think that we should proceed Mr. Potter?" he asked moving over to stand under the portrait of Salazar Slytherin.
