A/N: I'm back again… already! I know… it's amazing. Anyway, thanks to those who have reviewed so far!! I'm glad that it's well liked thus far. So this next deleted scene will be "Good Morning Baltimore" from Hairspray!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Hairspray.
Harry Potter: A Hot New Musical!
Continuation of Memories
Phantom Commentary: This scene originally was supposed to follow Harry's memory of living on Privet Drive but unfortunately the actors once more rejected it. They are so gosh darn needy! Anyway, here is the removed scene.
-Black Out-
-Lights Back Up-
Harry, Dean, and Seamus were all huddled up in their beds as they reflected over Harry's depressing childhood.
"Well surely you were happy once growing up," Seamus insisted and the others leaned forward to hear Harry's answer. Harry pondered for a moment before a sly grin stretched across his features.
"There was ONCE…" he began and then dove into the memory.
The stagehands then dimmed the lights and rearranged the furniture so that it resembled a small shack.
A younger Harry sleeps in the middle of the floor, unperturbed by the giant sleeping on the large lumpy couch next to him. His thoughts were spinning and spiraling out of control as he dreamt, he just couldn't believe it! He was a wizard… a full-fledged wizard!
Suddenly, the sound of the waves beating against the small shack his uncle had rented to hide them from the Wizarding World seemed to take on a specific beat. It was steady and comforting. Then, Harry's alarm on his small wrist watch went off, signaling the start of a new day!
Harry sprang up from his spot on the floor, already awake and alert. He dusted the dirt off of his jeans and grinned madly as the orchestra began to follow the sound of the waves in a bright and boisterous beat that was instantly infectious.
"Oh, oh, oh!" the eleven-year-old burst out in his still high voice and happily went about surveying his "room" that he was soon going to leave. "Woke up today feeling the way I always do." Every morning until this one he had woken up in a house full of people who hated him, feeling alone in the world. It was hard to get out of that feeling.
"Oh, oh, oh! Hungry for something that I can't eat," little Harry continued as he spied a delicious sausage that the giant had made the night before. He snatched it up eagerly before feeling the letter still in his pocket. "Then I hear that beat!"
"That rhythm of a town is calling me down!" Harry paused in his munching to pause before turning his little head upward and raising his arms. "It's like a message from high above!" He then dropped the sausage to reach into his dirty pocket and pulled out the letter that had changed his entire life. "Pulling me out to the smiles and streets that I love!" he sang, thinking of his dear parents. Hagrid, the giant, stirred from his place on the couch and Harry laughed before reading the title of the school he was to attend.
"Good morning Hogwarts!" he cried euphorically before clutching the letter to his chest. "Every day is like an open door!" At this, Harry stood up and rushed to a dirty window. "Every night is a fantasy! Every sound is like a symphony!" he sighed and stared out the window to the open sea. Or, what the audience assumed as an open sea.
"Good morning Hogwarts!" Harry repeated though this time he was more thoughtful in his dreaming. "And one day when I learn all my stuff the world's gonna wake up and see!" Harry stopped to inhale a large breath. "Hogwarts and me!"
There then came a musical break and Hagrid got up from his couch and smiled down at Harry.
"Ready 'ter go?" he asked and Harry nodded his head eagerly. "Do you wanna say g'bye to yer Aunt and Uncle?" Harry thought for a moment before shaking his head. Hagrid laughed and swept Harry out the shack and into a nearby boat.
The stage is rearranged once again until it shows what appears to be a street lined with many odd shops. Diagon Alley.
Harry stands before the shops with a happy gleam in his eye and he approaches what seems to be a wand shop. Yet, there seems to be a nervous spasm in Harry's face and he stares at the door, trying to reassure himself.
"Oh, oh, oh! Look at my hair!" he says to himself frantically and looks at his messy head of hair. "What do could compare with mine today?" he wondered and took a deep steadying breath. "Oh, oh, oh! I've got my money and new ego…" Harry was now smiling at his reflection in the glass door. "I'm ready to go!" Before he can go in though he feels something tickling his feet.
There was a collection of rats escaped from a pet shop scampering across his shoes.
"The rats on the street all dance around my feet," Harry laughed. "They seem to say 'Harry, it's up to you!'!" A few passersby glanced at Harry curiously at his expression. "So, oh, oh! Don't hold me back because today all my dreams will come true!" Harry declared and grabbed the door handle firmly in his hands before giving a big tug. He was going to get a wand if it killed him.
During a miraculous set change, the door opens and Harry finds himself in a train station with luggage piled high on a dolly with a hooting owl to top it off.
"Good morning Hogwarts!" Harry bellowed and pushed his luggage around, looking for Platform 9 and 3/4 . "There's the man who thinks I'm nuts!" Harry pointed out, motioning to a tubby little man who obviously worked at the train station and was glaring at Harry suspiciously. "There's a bum on a barroom stool!" he added and pointed to a small ginger haired man (someone who would later be known as Mundungus Fletcher). "They wish me luck on my way to school!" Harry lied as the two men glared over at the too happy little boy.
"Good morning Hogwarts!" Harry shouted yet again as he accidentally slipped through a barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, landing himself on Platform 9 and ¾. "And some day when I learn all my stuff the world's gonna wake up and see," again Harry had to stop and take a breath, "Hogwarts and me!" Then the train whistled a warning and Harry scampered towards the big red machine, towing his luggage after him.
When he finally made it aboard and had tucked his luggage away Harry began to dodge through the bigger students, trying to make it to a compartment.
"I know every step! I know every rhyme!" Harry muttered, thinking about the few programs on the television that had been about wizards and such. "I know there's a place where I belong!" he added and desperately hoped that he wouldn't be an outcast at Hogwarts.
"I see all of those wizard duels flashing ahead!" Harry cried as he finally found a compartment that was empty and threw himself into it dramatically. "So someone invite me before I drop dead!" Harry held the note as he flopped into a seat in exhaustion and stared out the window.
Out of nowhere, a few tall figures in skeletal masks crept up around the oblivious Harry and mimicked him dangerously.
"Before he drops dead!" the Death Eaters sang in unison, hissing and snarling before Harry snapped his head over and they disappeared out of sight. Harry shrugged and went to stare back out the window but jumped up in surprise when the train started to move.
"So, oh, oh! Give me a chance!" he cried as he shakily tried to find his seat again. It was his first time on a train. "Because when I cast a spell I'm a movie star!" Harry declared and ran his fingers through his hair, striking a pose in the mirror laughingly. "Oh, oh, oh! Something inside of me makes me strange when I get insane!" Harry remembered the time with the snake and how angry he had been and shivered at the unknown power he had.
"My wardens told me 'No!'" Harry remembered, thinking of his Aunt and Uncle scolding him for using the word 'magic'. "But my heart tells me 'Go!' It's like a drummer inside my heart!" Harry sang dramatically and finally flopped back down into his seat, eyes sparkling behind his taped up glasses.
But then, he had an idea. A crazy but brilliant idea. He opened his window and looked up to see how far it was to the top of the train. It wasn't too far…
"So, oh, oh! Don't make me wait one more moment for my life to staaaAAArt!" Harry sang and the stage went black for a moment, suggesting that Harry was now climbing up the side of the train.
When the lights came back up Harry was sitting on the top of a train and had his arms open as he shouted his excitement to the rest of the world.
"I love you Hogwarts!" he bellowed over the roar of the train, feeling very free. "Every day's like an open door! Every night is a fantasy! Every sound is like a symphony!" Harry sang again, feeling happier and that his life now had a purpose.
"And I promise Hogwarts that some day when I learn all my stuff the world's gonna wake up and see!" Harry promised and suddenly felt a burst of emotion and let his voice soar to another level. "Gonna wake up and see!" he repeated before finally finishing his statement. "Hogwarts and me!" The train was now slowing down and Harry could see the castle up ahead, his heart hammering with joy. "Hogwarts and me!" he repeated and began to prepare to climb back down. But before he did he looked once more and the large castle seemed to smile welcomingly at him.
"Hogwarts… and… me!" he finished with flourish as he stood up dangerously and beamed at his future. As the music died down he scampered down to his compartment and slid in, pulling on the mandatory black robes before anyone could notice he never had them on.
He was surprised to see two other students sitting in his compartment though… gaping at him. One was actually standing in the doorway of the compartment, her brown hair all wildy frizzy and her eyes stared back at him in shock. The other was a ginger haired boy who was sitting in the seat, a chocolate halfway to his mouth, and his eyes also bugged out.
"Are you the boy who was on the top of the train? Are you Harry Potter?" the boy asked, bewildered.
"Yes," Harry stuttered, feeling his face heat up. "To both."
"How did that work for you?" the girl asked, motioning to the ceiling of the compartment with arched eyebrows. Harry shrugged.
"Okay," he answered. The girl nodded and curtly left the room, shaking her head.
"Excellent," the boy whispered and stuck his hand out for a shake.
-BLACK OUT!-
Phantom Commentary: Yeah… Potter thought that it was too unfaithful to the book or something. It's called ART Harry! ART!! I think he was just afraid to make himself look like a silly little fool. Well guess what Potter… you've already done that on your own! So THERE!
A/N: So, let me know what you all thought! Thanks! And piratesswriter (you need to log in every now and then!) I've gotten your suggestion twice now. ;D I'll be sure to put it in. Thanks!