Blood Calls to Blood Chapter 13: Singing Competitions, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 13-Singing Competitions

Albus Dumbledore stood and the Great Hall immediately fell silent. "Good morning everyone, I have some wonderful news! Our Head Boy Draco Malfoy came to me with the idea of a singing contest to help lift everyone's ones spirits and take their minds off certain happenings. The person in each house with the most nominations will be singing a week from Friday; they must be a seventh year student, however. The songs are to be selected by the Head Boy and Girl. Moreover, yes, I will be selecting four staff members to sing and what songs they will be presenting. The nominees will be announced at lunch. Be sure to vote on your way out. Miss Bones and Mr. Malfoy, please see me after breakfast so you can choose the songs for each student." He sat down and resumed eating. The staff were sending worried looks in his direction, each praying they were not to be one of the four. Both Severus and Minerva had the sinking feeling that Albus was going to pick them to participate; unfortunately, for them, Albus knew they were talented in singing and dancing. It was never a good idea to be a drinking buddy with your boss in situations like this.

All of the first years sent grins Hermione's way. Uh-oh. She was definitely going to be stuck singing. With all the first years and her friends voting for her she was going to have to reveal one of her hidden talents. Damn it to Hell. Damn it all there, she thought viciously as she grabbed her bag and quickly exited the Hall. All her friends grinned; they knew it would piss her off if they nominated her. They decided not to disappoint her.

Lunch came all too hastily for everyone's taste. The Hall suffered through the meal unusually hushed. Near the end, Dumbledore once again rose and the almost nonexistent conversations ceased.

"Please extend your congratulations to the following persons: Miss Susan Bones of Hufflepuff will be singing Hero by Mariah Carey. Mr. Terry Boot of Ravenclaw will be singing Broken by Seether featuring Amy Lee. Miss Hermione Granger of Gryffindor will be singing Anytime by Kelly Clarkson. Mr. Draco Malfoy of Slytherin will be singing Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus. Professor Flitwick will be singing Tears in Haven by Eric Clapton. Professor McGonagall will be singing The Trouble With Love by Kelly Clarkson. Professor Sprout will be singing So Emotional Baby by Whitney Houston. Professor Snape will be singing Meant to Live by Switchfoot. The said persons, if you need a copy of your music, I will be more than happy to provide it with you. Prepare yourselves for an awesome performance, yes costumes and movement while singing are required for each act, and have a great day, everyone."

The said persons looked like they had been hit over the head with a blunt object. Hermione knew that Draco had picked her song…she was going to throttle him within an inch of his life! She growled and only ceased when she noticed the scared looks the first and second years were sending her way. Well, she might as well practice, she had some free time before her next class. With her mind made up to blow everyone away, she strutted out of the Hall, completely unaware of the looks she was receiving. Several males were appreciating the way she strutted, Professor Snape included, though he did it more stealthily than the boys in the Hall did.

Oh, joy. It was the day of the competition. Hermione groaned, she did not want to get out of bed today. Ginny shook her forcibly. "Hermione you have a class to teach in fifteen minutes!"

"Bugger, thanks Ginny, I'll see you later!" Hermione ran as quickly as she could to get dressed.

As Severus woke, he promised that to reward himself for not killing Dumbledore he was going to get beyond intoxicated. Yes, that idea made him smile. He scowled when remembered the name of the song he was to sing. Damn Dumbledore's sense of humor. He of all people knew that Severus didn't feel he had a lot to live for outside of helping rid the world of the Dark Lord and the scum who associated with him. He idly wondered what he would have to live for after the Final Battle was over and all the Death Eaters were where they belonged.

"Ladies and Gentlemen: Our Head Girl, Miss Susan Bones representing Hufflepuff House singing Hero by Mariah Carey."

Susan took center stage (where the staff table normally is) dressed in a beautiful floor-length ball gown of her house colors. Everyone could tell she was nervous, she was normally a very private and reserved girl. This must be torture for her was the thought on everyone's mind. She bravely lifted her face and sang the best she could.

There's a hero if you look inside your heart, you don't have to be afraid of what you are.

There's an answer if you reach into your soul and the sorrow that you know will melt away.

And then a hero comes along with the strength to carry on.

And you cast your fears aside and you know you can survive, so when you feel like hope is gone, look inside you, and be strong.

And you'll finally see the truth, that a hero lies in you.

It's a long road when you face the world alone; no one reaches out a hand for you to hold.

You can find love if you search within yourself and the emptiness you felt will disappear.

And then a hero comes along with the strength to carry on.

And you cast your fears aside and you know you can survive, so when you feel like hope is gone, look inside you, and be strong.

And you'll finally see the truth, that a hero lies in you.

Lord knows dreams are hard to follow, but don't let anyone tear them away.

Hold on; there will be tomorrow in time you'll find the way.

And then a hero comes along with the strength to carry on.

And you cast your fears aside and you know you can survive, so when you feel like hope is gone, look inside you, and be strong.

And you'll finally see the truth, that a hero lies in you.

Everyone applauded for Susan, mostly because she had attempted to sing in front of the entire student body. It wasn't the best they had ever heard, but she wasn't too shabby. They all silently prayed that no one singing tonight was without some degree of talent.

"Ladies and Gentlemen: Mr. Terry Boot representing Ravenclaw House singing Broken by Seether featuring Amy Lee."

Terry stepped onstage looking very appetizing in red and black swirl of colors of muggle style. He smiled smugly, he knew he could sing better than Susan and nodded towards all of his screaming housemates. He clearly thought that this competition was his for the taking.

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh.

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.

I keep your photograph; I know it severs me well.

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open and I don't feel like that I am strong enough.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome and I don't feel light when you're gone away.

The worst is over now and we can breathe again.

I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away.

There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight.

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open and I don't feel like that I am strong enough.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome and I don't feel light when you're gone away.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open and I don't feel like that I am strong enough.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome and I don't feel light when you're gone away.

You're gone away, you don't feel me here anymore.

The Ravenclaws cheered loudly for their housemate. He had done a decent job of it. Terry bowed and made his way to his table very smug. He knew he had done an awesome job.

"Ladies and Gentlemen: Miss Hermione Granger representing Gryffindor House singing Anytime by Kelly Clarkson."

As Hermione stepped up, everyone went silent. Instead of wearing her house colors like Susan had, Hermione was dressed in a dress reminiscent of her Animagus form, all the first years shuddered slightly as they remembered the warning she had issued the first day teaching their respective houses. She was heart stopping in that tight feral-looking outfit; the thin, high black stilettos reaching up her slender calves just completed the look. "I dedicate this song to a certain Slytherin in the crowd tonight; the one who has so cleverly taken possession of my heart. Enjoy everyone."

Anytime you feel like you just can't hold on, just hold on to my love and I'll help you be strong.

But you're so afraid to lose, and baby I can't reach your heart.

I can't face this world that's keeping us apart when I could be the one to show you everything you missed before, just hold on now, 'cause I can be the one to give you more, let me know.

Anytime you need love, baby, I'm on your side (hey), just let me be the one to make it alright (I can make it alright).

Anytime you need love, baby, you're in my heart.

I can make it alright.

I look into your eyes, and I feel it coming through, I can't help but want you more than I want to.

So, baby, take all of your fears, cast them all on me, 'cause all I ever wanted was just to make you see that I could be the one to give you all that you've been searching for.

Just hold on to my love, and baby let me give you more.

You know, anytime.

Anytime you need love, baby, I'm on your side (hey), just let me be the one to make it alright (I can make it alright).

Anytime you need love, baby, you're in my heart.

I can make it alright.

Now there's no way out and I can't help the way I feel.

'Cause baby you're the fire and I'll be waitin' right here, you know my love is real.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Anytime you need love, baby, I'm on your side, just let me be the one to make it alright (I can make it, I can make it, I can make it alright).

Anytime you need love, baby, you're in my heart.

I can make it alright.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Anytime you need love, baby, I'm on your side (I'm on your side), you know

just let me be the one (Let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one, alright).

Anytime you need love, baby, you're in my heart (you're in my heart).

I can make it alright.

Oh yeah…

Everyone was completely floored. Who would have ever believed that Miss Bookworm herself was capable of such an amazing song. She had obviously sung it straight from the heart. She was the recipient of a standing ovation complete with cheers and whistles. She blew a flirting kiss in the direction of the aforementioned Slytherin and sashayed off the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen: Our Head Boy, Mr. Draco Malfoy representing Slytherin House singing Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus."

Draco lifted his head and everyone did a double take. The pureblood Slytherin King was dressed up as a cowboy. The majority of the female student body let out whistles to show their appreciation of those tight-fitting jeans and sexy boots he was wearing. He winked and followed Hermione's example. "This goes out to a certain Gryffindor, the lovely and talented Miss Granger." Only a few select people in the crowd knew what he meant by that and had to cover their mouths to prevent their laughter from escaping.

You can tell the world, you never was my girl.

You can burn my clothes if I'm gone.

Oh, you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been and laugh and joke about me on the phone.

You can tell my arms go back into the farm.

You can tell my feet to hit the floor or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips they won't be reaching out for you no more.

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart.

I just don't think he'd understand.

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, he might blow up and kill this man. Ooh

During the musical interlude, Draco started two-stepping it and tipped his cowboy hat to a certain Gryffindor with a very provocative glance. Ginny blushed and sent him a wink.

You can tell your maw I moved to Arkansas.

You can tell your dog about my leg.

Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip he never really liked me anyway.

Or to your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please.

Myself I already knows I'm not okay.

Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind, it might be walking out on me today.

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart.

I just don't think he'd understand.

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, he might blow up and kill this man. Ooh

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart.

I just don't think he'd understand.

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, he might blow up and kill this man. Ooh

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart.

I just don't think he'd understand.

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, he might blow up and kill this man. Ooh

Draco ended by flinging his hat out to Hermione, bowed, and walked off stage with dignity. He smiled to himself, no one had done as well as him and Hermione. She was, without a doubt, going to make it to the final round of this singing contest.

"Ladies and Gentlemen: Professor Flitwick singing Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton."

The small wizard stepped onto a small platform in the middle of the stage which lifted him up so that everyone could see him. He knew Dumbledore had picked this song for a reason and he was determined to do his best without breaking down completely. He courageously lifted his head and did his best to stumble through this emotional song.

Would you know my name, if I saw you in Heaven?

Would it be the same, if I saw you in Heaven?

I must be strong and carry on 'cause I know I don't belong here in Heaven.

Would you hold my hand, if I saw you in Heaven?

Would you help me stand, if I saw you in Heaven?

I'll find my way, through night and day 'cause I know I just can't stay here in Heaven.

Time can bring you down, time bend your knee.

Time can break heart have you begging please, begging please.

Beyond the door, there's peace I'm sure and I know there'll be no more tears in Heaven.

Would you know my name, if I saw you in Heaven?

Would it be the same, if I saw you in Heaven?

I must be strong and carry on 'cause I know I don't belong here in Heaven.

Tears were running down everyone's cheeks, including the tiny wizard. It was a well-known fact that his wife had been murdered during the war against the dark wizard before Voldemort. They rose, one by one, and gave him a standing ovation, not for his singing talents, but for the strength it took to be able to finish a song like that without weeping. The tiny wizard leapt off the platform when it was a few inches off the ground and headed to his seat, wiping his eyes with his handkerchief as he walked, everyone made sure to clear him a path.

"Ladies and Gentlemen: Professor McGonagall singing The Trouble with Love by Kelly Clarkson."

Everyone giggled as Professor McGonagall stepped onstage wearing bright red dress robes with glitters on it. It was very strange to see her with her hair down and dressed in such outrageous clothing. The students whispered among themselves that she probably lost a wizard's bet; she didn't look comfortable in those foreign robes. She set her chin stubbornly and began to sing.

Love can be a many splendid thing, can't deny the joy it brings.

Dozen roses, diamond rings, dreams for sale, and fairy tales.

Will make you hear a symphony and you just want the world to see, but like a drug that makes you blind, it'll fool you every time.

The trouble with love is it can tear you up inside, make your heart believe a lie, it's stronger than your pride.

The trouble with love is it doesn't care how fast you fall, and you can't refuse the call, see you've got no say at all.

I was once a fool its true, I played the games by all the rules, but now my world's a deeper blue.

I'm sadder, but I'm wiser too.

Swore I'd never love again, thought my heart would never mend. Said love wasn't worth the pain, but then I hear you call my name.

The trouble with love is it can tear you up inside, make your heart believe a lie, it's stronger than your pride.

The trouble with love is it doesn't care how fast you fall, and you can't refuse the call, see you've got no say at all.

Every time I turn around I think I've got it all figured out.

My heart keeps calling and I keep on falling, over and over again.

This sad story always ends the same: me standing in the pouring rain.

Seems no matter what I do it tears my heart in two.

The trouble with love is it can tear you up inside, make your heart believe a lie, it's stronger than your pride.

The trouble with love is it doesn't care how fast you fall, and you can't refuse the call, see you've got no say at all.

The trouble with love is, its in your heart, its in your soul.

You have no control, you have no say at all.

The trouble with love is…

They all politely applauded at the song's conclusion. Professor McGonagall's forte was not singing, but she did fairly well struggling through the song. Most of them were still trying not to laugh, only a few people were able to restrain themselves. She left the stage with her chin still set stubbornly.

"Ladies and Gentlemen: Professor Snape, who has informed me that no one can take a picture or record this in any way on pain of death, singing Meant to Live by Switchfoot."

Severus was, against his will he might add, in a muggle t-shirt of Slytherin green with black boots and black nice-fitting jeans. He looked human; he looked good. A few brave souls let out catcalls; Hermione was one of them; who would have thought that Professor Snape looked so incredibly sexy in normal clothing. He mentally promised himself that he would find a way to injure Minerva for picking this outfit, then again, he smiled to himself, she was more than likely very embarrassed by the outfit she had been forced to wear tonight.

Fumbling his confidence and wondering why the world has passed him by.

Hoping that he's bent for more than arguments and failed attempts to fly, fly.

We were meant to live for so much more, Have we lost our ourselves?

Somewhere we live inside, somewhere we live inside.

We were meant to live for so much more, Have we lost ourselves?

Somewhere we live inside.

Dreaming about Providence and whether mice or men have second tries.

Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open, maybe we're bent and broken, broken.

We were meant to live for so much more, Have we lost our ourselves?

Somewhere we live inside, somewhere we live inside.

We were meant to live for so much more, Have we lost ourselves?

Somewhere we live inside.

We want more than this world has to offer, we want more than this world has to offer, we want more than the wars of our fathers, and everything inside screams for second life, yeah.

We were meant to live for so much more, Have we lost our ourselves?

We were meant to live for so much more, Have we lost ourselves?

We were meant to life for so much more, Have we lost ourselves?

We were meant to live, we were meant to live.

The whole Hall rose to their feet, cheered, applauded. Severus was stunned; the Headmaster had done well when he had picked this song. It suited him. He remembered himself, remembered where he was, and stormed off stage.

Ladies and Gentlemen: Professor Sprout singing So Emotional Baby by Whitney Houston.

The dumpy Professor for once looked nice. Everyone was shocked, they had expected her to be in an embarrassing outfit just as Professor McGonagall had been. She was wearing a flattering color of deep violet. She smiled, they had no clue what was going to hit them it seemed to say. She took a breath and began.

I don't know why I like it, I just do. (spoken)

Whooo whooo whooo whooo.

I been hearing your heartbeat inside of me.

I keep your photograph beside my bed.

Living in a world of fantasies I can't get you out of my head.

I've been waiting all night for the phone to ring all night.

Why do you wanna make me feel so good?

I've got a love to hold me, shouldn't get so hung up on you.

I remember the way that we touch, I wish I didn't like it so much.

I get so emotional baby, every time I think of you.