A/N: Well, what do you know? Another chapter up already! Hope you enjoy it.
And finally, I get to tell the story of how and why Harry formed his band.
Maximilian- Seamus was only old in flash forwards. The chapter was about him remember his time with Harry and telling parts of to the next generations.
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The Rise and Fall of Harry Potter and the Wizards From Mars
Chapter VII: Star
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Harry had never been to a muggle concert before. The closet he had come was the Yule Ball in his fourth year. This was different.
He had never seen anything like this. People were cheering, screaming, dancing, and even singing a long. He couldn't understand it. They only had five years left, but he couldn't remember seeing so many people looking so happy.
During a break, he turned to Dudley and asked, "are all muggle bands this popular?"
"No, not all them. But some are. Ever here of the Beatles?"
"No."
"You should listen to some of their music sometime. They were loved by everybody. All over the world, people still listen to them."
A grin spread across Harry's face as an idea came to him.
"Dudley?"
"Yeah?"
"I'll see you later."
He got up and ran off, leaving Dudley, Jackie and the rest confused.
"I'd better go after him," Dudley said to the rest of them. "Oi, Potter! Wait up!"
"I coming, too," Jackie decided.
The rest, who still couldn't understand why they weren't beating Harry up anymore, just shrugged and stayed at the concert.
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It took a while, but Dudley and Jackie finally caught up with Harry at a bus stop.
"Mind telling us what you're on about?"
"Sure thing, Dud. Actually, I have you credit for this idea. I couldn't thought of it without you."
"What are you talking about?"
"I know how to save the world. You said it yourself. If the Beatles can speak to that many people with their music, why can't I. And if I can speak to that many people, why can't I get them to love?"
"That won't work, Harry," Jackie said after a long pause.
"Why not?"
"Because the Beatles and hell of a lot of bands back in the sixties tried that. And, you know what, I didn't even for few years. They failed completely."
Harry fell a little bit, but brightened up.
"Well, I have more to lose then they did."
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"Ok, Potter, this is going to fail in so many different ways, but if you're dead set on doing this, I'll do every I can to help you."
"That means a lot to me, Dudley. Where do we start?"
"First, you need to decide what music you want to play."
"Any suggestions?"
"Rock is probably the most popular."
"Alright then, question answered. What's next?"
"Hold on. There are different types of rock. Hard rock, soft rock, punk rock, classic rock-"
"Ok, ok, I get the idea. So, how do I decided?"
Dudley grinned and answered, "Behold, Harry, the power of cable."
For the next three days, Harry and Dudley did little else except watch the music channels on the TV and listen to the rock stations of the radio. Harry couldn't believe how many different bands there were. By the time the stretch was over, Harry had heard the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Cake, Elton John, Elvis, Kiss, No F/X, Green Day, Less Than Jake, The Get Up Kids and many others he would never remember.
Harry was particularly fond of glitter rock stage, so he decided that that would the basis for his music.
The next step was to pick and instrument to play. They decided on a guitar for a few of reasons. First, they thought that a guitar would be easier to transport than pianos or drums. Also one-man bands were more often guitar players than pianists or drummers. Finally, guitars were the symbol of rock and roll, and Harry would have to become symbol if he was to succeed.
Harry bought a cheap six string guitar from a pawn shop and a book of simple songs to practice. After a week, Dudley asked to hear Harry play.
"Here goes nothing, Harry said before starting a song.
After he was finished, Dudley said, "you've memorized the chords, the problem is that you play too slow."
"I thought so. I guess there's nothing I can but keep practicing. I hope I'm not-"
"Harry, switch."
"What?"
"Switch hands. Strum with your right hand and play the chords with your left hand."
"I'm right-handed, Dud."
"I know that. Just do it."
Sighing, Harry switched hands and played the same song again. To his amazement, he played it at the right speed.
"I can't believe it!"
"I can. It's a magic arm, it's stands to reason you can more with it.
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Ron, Seamus and Neville hadn't heard from Harry since before his battle with Voldemort. So it surprised them when they each got an owl from Harry inviting them to the Dursley's house.
That's how they all found themselves in the Dursley's living room, waiting for Harry to explain why they were there.
"I suppose you all wondering why I called you here today."
Not getting an answer, or even a groan, Harry continued.
"As you all know, Voldemort has cast a spell to kill the earth. We have less than five years left. But there's hope. I've talked to Dumbledore and he thinks that Love can all save us."
"So what," Ron interrupted, "are we going to tell people to love each other?"
"Yes, Ron, that's exactly what we're going to do."
Not giving them a chance to wonder if he was crazy or not, he went on.
"In the 1960's, bands all over the world tried to bring world peace. They failed, but we can succeed! We have more to fight for. Are you with me?"
It was long time before anyone spoke. Surprisingly, it was Neville who broke the silence.
"What are we going to call our band?"
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While all of this was happening, Harry working on another part. For all of his confidence, he still had no idea how his band would succeed where others failed.
He thought that the answer could be, like his aunt suggested, in religion. He went to library and borrowed every book on religion he could find. But after reading the Bible, the Qur'an or even several books on mythology, he still didn't have any ideas.
The problem was, he decided, was that there so many different religions and mythologies, that reconciling them in a way that people would accept would be nearly impossible.
After another long day at the library, he came home to find Dudley watching TV.
"Hey, Harry. Where you been?"
"Library. What's this?"
"One of those shows about UFOs. They've got a guy on it that claims aliens are abducting people to help us evolve."
A grin spread across Harry's face as an idea came to him.
"Dudley?"
"Yeah?"
"I'll see you later."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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A/N: As always, please read and review!