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I have done it. I have officially gone insane!
Ok, Basically this fic is something that popped in my head after I listened to and acted in Seussical the musical. Hogwarts is performing Seussical the Musical because Dumbledore wanted to. Yes, in this fic I am ignoring the fact that Dumbledore died. I have that right, I'm the WRITER, so I have the power to do anything I want to, so there.
This, even though you may not beleive me, is not a silly story, like all the other "Hogwarts does a musical" stories. I'm doing my best to keep every one in character. If they're not, I apologize(I don't think I spelled that right.).
Well, enough of my babbaling. On with the story.
Ch.1:Prolgue,You've GOT to be Kidding!
Proffessor McGonagall sighed to herself as she made her way to the Headmaster's office. She had received a message from the Headmaster requesting the presence of all the heads of houses in his office to discuss a matter of interest to him.
This worried the Proffessor slightly. She trusted the Headmaster, yes, but usually interests of Dumbledore's had a tendency to be a little eccentric, if not weird. She could only imagine what this meeting would be about.
The last time the Headmaster had asked to see all the heads, it had been about the Triwizard Tournament, and just look at how that had turned out. One student dead, Dumbledore loosing his status with the ministry, Voldemort returned, and Harry Potter being ridiculed for an entire year. This only hightened her fears more.
As she reached the familiar gargoyle which guarded Dumbledore's office, she heard foot steps behind her, she turned and met Proffessor Sprout walking down the corridor.
"Ahh...Pomona, nice to see you, how have you been?" Proffessor McGonagall asked once joined by her collige.
"Oh...Very well, thank you Manerva, and yourself?" Proffessor Sprout returned with a smile.
"Oh...I've been alright." McGonagall aswered, and then added "Pepper Imps" to the gargoyle who sprang to life and jumped aside to alowe the two proffessors in.
"I don't supose that you know what this is all about do you?" Sprout inquired as they stepped on to the spiralling staircase.
"No, I'm afraid I don't." Proffessor McGonagall answered with a worried voice, as they continued to climb. Once at the top, Proffessor McGonagall knocked on the hard oak doors with large, griffin shaped knocker hanging on the door.
"Enter" They heard a deep voice say as the door opened. The two puzzeled women steped in to a large circular room with thousands of books and tiny silver instruments on the wooden tables. In the center of the room was a large desk and a tall golden perch with a large bird of crimson and gold. Sitting at the desk was a tall, thin man with a long white beard, and a matching main of hair and peircing blue eyes.
Standing on the far side of the room was a tall thin man leaning against the wall. His arms where folded across his chest and his face was staring moodily in their direction between two cirtains of greasy black hair. He seemed to be standing there, being forced to stay against his will, which, McGonagall thought to herself, was a posibility.
Sitting on the opposite side of the desk infront of Dumbledore, was Proffessor Flitwick. He seemed ready and alert, as always. He was always the only one ever that way during these meetings.
"Ahh...Excelent. We are now all here? Good. Then let us begin." Dumbledore spoke, snapping McGonagall back to her senses. "There is something I would like to discuss with you all, as you know. I assume you are all rather curious, as well as reluctant, considering the fiasco of three year ago." There was a murmur of assesment at this and Dumbledore nodded his head mutering. "Naturely, Naturely." "Well, there is no need to worry, I assure you." At this eveyone gave Dumbledore a rather doughtful look. "I understand your concerns, however, they are in vain."
"It is my wish that this year we should give the students a bit of a treat. You know, give them something else to think about, rather then Voldemort. You know, give them something to look forward to."
"Headmaster, I agree that the students would probebly need something to take their minds off the horrors that have plegued the outside world. But...What would you suggest we do." Proffessor Sprout asked, looking puzzeled.
"Ahh...Well, I have something very fun in mind. It is my wish that Hogwarts does something it has never done before. Something fun that I exspect the entire school to greet it with enthusiasm." Dumbledore paused to let the teacher soak all the information in. Proffessors McGonagall and Sprout where both looking bewilderd. Proffessor Flitwick was listening with rapted attention. Proffessor Snape was the first to speak.
"And just what would that be?" He inquired.
"Why...A musical Severous." Dumbledore answered with a smile.
All at once, every teacher present went still, as if they has just been petrified. Each had an exspression of shock, and in Snape's case, rage, on their faces. Proffessor McGonagall was first to recover.
"A...A musical Headmaster?" She asked, but before Dumbledore could answer, Snape asked his question.
"Just what the hell have you been smoking?" Snaped asked as if he disapproved of the Headmaster's proposal.
"Absolutely nothing Severous, what on earth gave you that idea...and yes Minerva, a musical." Dumbledore answered positively beaming at them all, then continued. "Hard as it may be for you to beleive. I think a musical would be a wonderful idea in, not just helping them with the goings on of the outside world, but also to unite the students as well."
"That may be, sir. But just what would make you think of this?"
"Acually, I did not think of this one Minerva, but rather a student in your house. She owled me with this proposition, and I quite agree with her."
"And which student would this be?" Snape asked, a rather sour note in his voice.
"Why, Miss Amelia Pain, Severous." Dumbledore answered cheerfully.
"What? She dosn't say two word to another student for the past six years, and now she wants to perform a musical with those students." Snape said in shocked rage.
"Acually Severous, the correct amount of words she has said to other students would be...twenty-four I beleive. And acually, she wants to direct the musical rather then be in it."
"You have got to be joking." Snape said in disbeleif.
"No, I assure you that I am not." Dumbledore stated pleasantly.
"But, Headmaster, she...she..."
"While it is true that she may have some social problems, Fineous. I beleive that this may be her way of opening up."
"Do you really think so?" McGonagall asked.
"Yes, I do."
"Alright, it's not as if we can stop you, not once your mind has been made up." Sprout stated in defeat.
"No, I don't beleive you can." Dumbledore answered with a smile. "All in favor."
At this all the Proffessors, while murmuring something along the lines of 'as if we have a choice', raised their hands, some more grudgingly the others (Snape).
"Alright, now that that has been decided. I hereby adjurn this meeting..."
"Wait, sir?" Proffessor Sprout, spoke up.
"Yes, Pomona?" Dumbledore politely questioned.
"Just what musical are we doing?" She asked
"I havn't told you already? How very rude of me, it must have sliped my mind. The Musical we are to perform is called Seussical."
END CHAPTER 1
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