Disclaimer: As I have mentioned before, Harry Potter is not owned by me.

A STAR IS BORN

Upon leaving the Dursley's, Harry had strapped his trunk to his broom and flown off to the Burrow for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Though he tried not to show it, he suspected that this wedding was to be the last normal event of his life until either he or Voldemort was dead.

Harry spent the rest the afternoon and most of the night flying. It seemed that, having never actually flown to the Burrow by himself, he had no idea how to get there. Six hours after setting out, he had to swallow his pride and ask directions from a wizard on a broom he passed in mid-air. Fortunately, this wizard had some idea of the general direction of the Burrow, for he was none other than Mundungus.

Mundungus seemed to be wearing clothes sewn from canvas sacks. His hair's ginger colour wasn't even visible under the dirt matted in it. His eyes seemed a little unfocused and was acting slightly drowsy.

"Er…Dung, shouldn't you be heading to the wedding?" Harry inquired after listening to Mundungus's directions.

"Uh, yeah, I guess I should be…" Mundungus murmured in between yawns. Then he began to mutter something about needing a suit and being out all night before zooming off into the night.

Harry found the burrow without too much difficulty just ads the first rays of sun peeked over the horizon. His feet had only just touched the patchy lawn when several red-haired persons bounded across the grass to meet him.

"Harry!" Ginny cried, throwing her arms around her neck and kissing him (Ron looked away). Harry, however, was too tired to react. Indeed, it took him several minutes to realize that a certain bushy-haired person was missing.

"Ron, where's Hermione?" Harry asked when the greetings subsided. Ron looked confused.

"I dunno, she was supposed to come straight here from the train, but we got separated. I did send Errol with a letter to her." He added.

The Weasley children and Harry simultaneously rolled their eyes. Errol was ancient, and would serve greater purpose as a dust mop than a letter owl.

As if on cue, what appeared to be a muggle ambulance came barrelling down the road. Ron swore and began running to meet it. Feeling bewildered, Harry followed.

"What's wrong?" Harry panted. He could barely keep up with Ron's long strides.

"Owl Rescue Squad" Ron yelled over his shoulder before sprinting the rest of the way to the van.

By the time Harry reached the vehicle, Ron was already talking to witches and a wizard in clean white robes. Behind them lay Errol, flopped onto a bed and surrounded by more witches and strange looking magical implements.

"…need to keep him for a few more days. We'll bring him back when he's ready." concluded the wizard. He handed Ron a white envelope and climbed back into the van with the witches, then drove off again. Even from several feet away, Harry could distinguish Hermione's neat handwriting on the envelope.

"What's going on?" Harry asked with concern.

"Poor Errol's delivered his last letter." Ron replied remorsefully," He was too old to cover that distance. I never should've used him."

"What about Pig?"

"They've got him too." Ron sighed," That's the Owl Rescue Squad that just picked Errol up. They take care of stranded and injured owls; they're a part of the Owl Squad, who are in charge of all things to do with owls. The Owl Squad's checking Pig to figure out why he's so…you know…"

Harry was spared a response due to the fact that he was too busy being greeted by Mrs. Weasley, who had dashed unseen from the house toward him.

"Harry, dear, it's so good to see you! She cried, sweeping him into a hug. By the time she released him, Harry was severely winded and not altogether sure that his ribs were entirely intact.

The Weasleys began leading him to the house. All but one.

Harry turned around when he realized that Ron had not moved. He was rooted to the spot, staring at the opened letter in his hand with amazement.

Harry broke away from the Weasleys and went over to Ron, who handed him the letter without a word. As Harry had thought, it was from Hermione and read:

Dear Ron (and Harry if you're there),

I'm afraid I'm not going to arrive until sometime next week, probably on the day before the wedding. I've taken up as a punk rock superstar, and of course I'm the president of the newly founded S.P.E.W. foundation. I'm about to do a charity concert for S.P.E.W., and then attending the conference of all members. We're just over a hundred members! After that I'm afraid I'll have to resign as president, because I'll be far too busy touring. If you watch the new Wizarding Music Network, you'll probably see me. I wish you all the best of times while I'm gone.

Your friend,

Hermione

P.S. Errol was looking a bit ill when he arrived. You really should've sent Pigwidgeon, Ron.

When Harry finished reading the letter he shared a look of pure amazement with Ron. Ron finally broke the silence.

"A punk rocker? Her?"

"I didn't know she could sing." came Harry's stunned reply.

"Over a hundred members? Of S.P.E.W.?" Ron babbled.

"Who knew there were nutters like her in the world?" Harry agreed.

"Whatcha got there, Ron, letter from your girlfriend?" Fred teased as he snatched the letter from Ron's grasp.

"None of your beeswax." Ron growled. He tried to grab the letter from Fred, but failed miserably and Fred triumphantly held the letter out of Ron's reach.

But as the twins read the letter, their grins slowly receded. By the time they were finished, they were asking the same questions the Harry and Ron had.

"Has she lost her mind?" Fred wondered.

"Let's put on the Wizarding Music Network and find out." George grinned.

Soon the five friends had burst through the door, dashed to the living room and were settled around the television set.

"Which channel?" Harry asked.

"267 ½" Ginny answered. Harry, who by now was accustomed to al the strange things in the wizarding world, did not bother to ask how this was possible.

Before long, Ginny had located the correct channel and they watched in silence as a strange woman with blue hair and jewellery in strange places trooped onstage and began to belt out a punk rock anthem. Harry watched her for a moment, then his mind returned to Hermione. 'What if fame's changed her?' came his panicked thoughts 'What if she abandons us for her new career?'

Once again, Harry was rudely interrupted from his thoughts as the blue haired lady marched offstage and the host of the show came forward.

"That was Hermione Granger, everybody. What a voice! I'm sure we'll hear more from her. Next up, please welcome…"

Harry didn't hear what the host said next. All he heard was his own scream. And Ginny's scream. And Ron's scream. And the twin's screams. They screamed without stopping even for air. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley ran in to see what was the matter, but of course, no one stopped to explain that Hermione had transformed into a scary punk girl. About five minutes later, when they had all begun to turn blue, several more people entered the room. Unfortunately, Harry couldn't identify any of them, having lost the ability to think after three and a half minutes without oxygen.

Shortly after these people came in, Harry and his friends passed out.

A/N: There's the second chapter of that. Hope you're enjoying this, even though I may be murdering the story as I go along. But nonetheless, please review. Please? You know you want to.