Chapter 2
Harry awoke with a start. "Harry!" exclaimed Ron. "Why did you awake with a start?"
"I forgot."
"Forgot what? Why you awoke with a start?" Asked Ron.
"No, no, no," Harry began. "I've forgotten what I forgot!"
"Why don't you go to the bathroom. I always do that when I've forgotten something."
"Good idea, does it work?"
"NO!"
There was a long pause. Ron broke the silence by whispering, "I have an idea!"
"Ron, why are you whispering?"
"Because Hermione told me that if I talk in more than a whisper while I tell an idea, You-Know-Who will disappear forever!"
"No." Said Harry.
"No what?"
"No, I don't know who"
Ron paused. "The guy who killed your parents and is after your blood, or the rest of it at least."
"Ohhhhhhh. Riiiiiiiiight. What were you saying?"
"I was saying, that Hermione told me that if I talk in more than a whisper while I tell an idea, You-Know-Who will disappear forever!"
"Wow. It's a good thing you caught that one. What is the idea?" Harry asked, also whispering now. But before Ron could answer, Hermione came in wearing leopard print boots that went to her knees, hot pink fishnet stockings, a red leotard, white satin gloves, and purple aviators. She had on black lipstick, and bright blue eyeshadow that went to her eyebrows. And she was wearing more 'bling bling' than Puff Daddy. What really made the entrance memorable was that she was riding on Luna's back while swinging a lasso above her head.
Harry saw them and squealed "POMEGRANATE!"
Ron began to clap. This was turning out to be one of the best days of his life. All it needed was everyone to sing a few rounds of 'There's a hole in my bucket', and all of his childhood fantasies would be complete. So he started to sing. Soon he was joined by Lupin and Harry. He was so happy that he knew that now he could die happy. Snape didn't care if Ron died happily, he just wished he WOULD die.
"So what's you're idea? You still haven't explained." whispered Harry.
"Oh yeah, I was going to suggest that you go ask your fiancée Snape what you forgot, he should know everything about your life." Whispered Ron
"Why are you guys whispering?" inquired Hermione.
"So Voldemort doesn't disappear!"
"Oh right, Ron's having an idea, it's hard to recognize, they arrive so infrequently."
"Yeah… Wait Ron, what did you just call Snape?" Harry asked.
"Your fiancée stupid!" Exclaimed Ron in a whisper.
Harry started to giggle, stupid wasn't his name, it didn't even sound like Harry. He then realized the seriousness of the situation. He had to do something about it. He must… TAP DANCE! Harry got on his tap shoes and tap danced up to Snape who was dressed as Neville's grandmother. He had decided that that lady had a hell of a sense of style.
"Are we… engaged?" asked Harry tentatively.
"No, I refused your offer, and became a cross-dresser."
"Thank you Captain Obvious," replied Harry who was downhearted about not even being able to get Snape. Yet he was also proud, he had driven a man to be gay.
AN) The brief mention of tap dancing is not the reason this fic is called Harry Potter, Lord of the Dance. Dancing is just a running theme that will play a more major part over the next few chapters.
And yes, I realize that all the characters are extremely OOC as has been pointed out to me. I already covered this in my profile.
TO BE CONTINUED! (You may or may not see this as a good thing.)