RENT! Harry Potter Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

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A jumble of images. A man smoking and another one sleeping on the street. A brilliantly lit building.

"December 24, 1989, 9 p.m, eastern standard time. From here on in…" The voice sighed. "I shoot without a script. See if anything comes from it. Instead of my old shit."

A man drops a washcloth on car. He tries to squeegee it as the camera pulls away, revealing the same scene happening in real time. "Go on," the owner of the car called. "Get out of here. Hey! I said get off the window!" The rude driver drove past.

All this was viewed by a man with a camera that was recording all of this. He brought his head up, revealing a head with messy black hair, and glasses in front of green eyes. He got on his bike which was nearby, and after securing his camera in the bag he had, headed off into the street.

Harry

How do document real life

When real life's getting more

Like fiction each day?

He drove into an alley covered with a set of posters, all of them saying 'Eviction!'

Harry

Headlines, breadlines blow my mind and now this deadline

Eviction or pay!

Rent!

He passed a particular light pole covered in posters.

Then, in a strange building, sort of like a tenement, there was a man with a guitar. This building was not a tenement like the others, but the ex-Gryffindor tower, blown away from the school of Hogwarts by the now deceased Voldemort. Not many people lived in it, but there were maybe two other people who did. In the top room, the red-haired tall man sat atop a stool and fiddled with his guitar.

Ron

How do you write a song

When the chords sound wrong,

Though they once sounded

Right and rare?

The lights flickered and then went out. Ron headed toward the fuse box.

Ron

When the notes are sour,

Where is the power

You once had

To ignite the air?

Harry approached the building, which was affectionately named the Loft by him.

Harry

We're hungry and frozen

Ron flicked a switch, only to get a sparkle of electricity.

Ron

Some life that we've chosen.

Both

How we gonna pay?

Harry picked up his bike to get up the steps and as he went in, he tore off and kept an eviction notice.

Both

How we gonna pay

Last years rent?

Harry had reached the top where he saw his roommate, Ron. After Ron gave up on the fuse box, Harry showed him the poster. The phone rang. Harry ran to pick it up. "Hello?" he asked.

Outside, a round, black-haired boy with buck-teeth was on a payphone. "Hey, guess who's back in town," he said. "Neville, mate, throw down the key." He hung up the phone and walked straight ahead, in the front of the building, where Harry and Ron had a balcony with a huge glass door. He waited a few seconds, for Harry ran out and threw down a tiny thing.

Neville caught the keys and started walking towards the building, until he was stopped by a man asking for a light. If Neville had examined the piggish boy in front of him, he might have noticed it was the Notorious P.I.G. a.k.a. Dudley, a mugger. But alas, he just reached in his pocket, and got a punch in the ribs. Dudley's gang, scattered across the street ran to help, as Neville fought him off and ran into an alley. Unfortunately, he tripped, and after getting punched and kicked, he was robbed of his jacket and money.

At the Loft, Ron finished lighting dozens of candles and placed a trash can under a hole in the roof.

Ron

How do you start a fire

When theirs nothing to burn

And it feels like something's

Stuck in your flue?

Right after, he tore a different poster off the wall, showing a picture of himself with shorter hair. It said 'Ron Weasley: Acoustic Lessons." He tossed it in the can.

Harry, however, started putting his old scripts into the trash can.

Harry

How can you generate heat

When you can't feel your feet

With a combined effort, they jumped and ripped off the canvas that covered a hole in the roof.

Both

And they're turning blue?

Harry lit up the last remaining script with his lighter.

Harry

You light up a mean blaze

Ron

With posters

Harry

And screenplays

Ron lit all his posters with the blaze from the script. They tossed both into the can

Both

How we gonna pay

Last year's rent?

They basked in the warm glow.

Back in the alley, Neville managed to lean his body against the wall.

Neville

How do you stay on your feet

When on every street

It's trick or treat

And tonight it's trick

He put a hand on his face and then looked at it. Blood.

Neville

Welcome back to town

He heaved a groan.

Neville

Oh, I should lie down

Everything's brown

And, uh-oh,

I feel sick

Harry ran to the balcony and looked around.

Harry

Where is he?

Neville

Getting dizzy.

Ron joined Harry, and unbeknownst to them, at the apartment under them a girl with bushy brown hair and chestnut eyes was singing with them. And then, suddenly so was everyone else, all the people in the tenements across from them.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione

How we gonna pay

All the apartment owners.

How we gonna pay

Last years rent?

In unison, the dropped the lit pieces of paper onto the ground. Ron and Harry, getting an idea, ran inside. Harry grabbed one side of the trash can and waited for Ron to catch up.

Harry

The music ignites the night with passionate fire

They both added a bit more paper.

Ron

The narration crackles and pops with incendiary wit.

Both

Zoom in as they burn the path to the ground

And feel the heat of the future's glow

How do you leave the past behind,

When it keeps finding ways

To get to your heart?

They both heaved the hot can over to the balcony.

Both

It reaches way down deep

And tears you inside out

Till you're torn apart

Rent!

They tossed the flaming contents over the edge, letting them spill below.

Everyone

How can you connect in an age,

Where strangers, landlords, lovers,

Your own blood cells betray

A car drove down the street and parked, as people milled around it at a fast pace.

Everyone

What binds the fabric together,

When the raging, shifting winds of change

Keep ripping away?

The person in the car came out. He had slicked back hair, and a pale face. He headed towards the tower.

Draco

Draw a line in the sand,

And then make a stand

Harry and Ron glared at this newcomer.

Ron

Use your camera to spar

Harry

Use your guitar

Everyone except Draco

When they act rough,

You call their bluff

We're not gonna pay

Last year's rent

This year's rent

Next year's rent

Rent, rent, rent, rent, rent

We're not gonna pay rent

Cause everything is … Rent!

Everyone started jeering at Draco. There was a person on a car, black, with a red jacket and practically bald. He blew a kiss to the two starters, Harry and Ron before leaving.

"Hey, bum," Draco said to the person on his car. "Get your ass of the Firebolt."

"Hey, Draco," Harry called. "That attitude toward the homeless is exactly what Ginny is protesting.

"Ginny is protesting losing her performance space, not my attitude," he said, walking to the Bolt. "Come down, I want to talk to you."

Harry turned in, but Hermione, the girl under them caught Ron's eye. She looked up and grinned. Ron refused to remember the person whom Hermione reminded him of. Ron turned and went to the stairs to see what Draco wanted to say.