Rent

by Irishelf

A collection of oneshots that invlove the students singing out some of the best of RENT. As the music play's to bringing you into the world of Hogwarts with a musical twist. Better then it sounds Strong T and not all Draco and Ginny.

3. Seasons Of Love

SEASONS OF

LOVE

All around there was destruction, dead bodies were scattered over the ground. The smell of death and magic filled the air with a fowl stench that would stay with those who took it in for the rest of their lives. The ruins of what use to be Hogsmead lay across the landscape. The air was clouded with smoke of all different colors from spells long since cast and potions long since failed. Deatheaters and students bodies laid everywhere no one immune to the destruction of the final battle between the Dark Lord and the Order of the Phoenix. In the middle of the scene stood a boy or more appropriately a man he stood over the body of what was once the most feared wizard in the world. This one man had once held so much power that people feared his very name. But now the Dark Lord was no more then one more dead body in a battlefield filled with so many. Looking out into the face's of his follow survives those who had fought by his side, some who didn't seem old enough hold a wand let alone fight in a war. And as Harry looked out onto these faces he could only say one thing. "Its over we've won" the history would later read how amazing it was that such a rag tag army had done just that, gone up against the Great Dark Lord and won. "But at what coast?" a girl's voice cried out. Looking out Harry saw that it was Ginny and she was crying over George's body Draco stood behind her his hand on her shoulder. A hush went out over the crowed at her question. It was broken by one voice singing, which soon became many until the whole of the survivors where singing had Harry let the song, wash over him.

ALL

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Six hundred minutes,

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Moments so dear.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Six hundred minutes

How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights

In cups of coffee

In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand

Six hundred minutes

How do you measure

A year in the life?

How about love?

How about love?

How about love? Measure in love

Seasons of love. Seasons of love

All the survivors began to walk toward Harry and the center. Those who couldn't walk on there own the was who could helped them to the canter. It was then that all fell silent as one voice sang out. Hermione who had Ron leaning on her sang heart out on aware it was her voice alone that held them mesmerized.

Hermione

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Six hundred minutes!

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Journeys to plan.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Six hundred minutes

How do you measure the life

Of a woman or a man?

Harry took a deep breath and sang guiding all of them to him threw the ruble and the smoke to where he stood waiting for them.

Harry

In truths that she learned,

Or in times that he cried.

In bridges he burned,

Or the way that she died.

ALL

It's time now to sing out,

Tho' the story never ends

Let's celebrate

Remember a year in the life of friends

Remember the love!

Remember the love!

Seasons of love!

Once again Hermione's voice rose above them to assure them and take their minds from the death of the battlefield to the hope of the future and life.

Hermione

Oh you got to got to Remember the love! remember the love,

You Measure in love know that love is a gift from up above Seasons of love.

Share love, give love spread love Measure measure you life in love.

And as they all finally made it to the canter all fell quiet, taking in this moment. Soon they would all be haled as heroes their grandchildren would brag of their grandparents fighting in this battle. The history books would call this an epic battle poets would write sonnets that would make you fall to your knees and weep. But at that moment none of that mattered the future the past. For in that moment they got their first feel of real freedom of peace as they took in all that it took to get them their all it had coast. For this moment it all came to rest in the present the future and the past sat in this moment. The rag tag army had won not only the battle but they also had won hope.