Disclaimer: I don't own anything, perhaps just the idea to mix up HP with the movie of Jon Chu in this story. Harry Potter and Step up 2: The streets aren't mine!

Warnings: Slash (male-male and female-female relationships), maybe lemon or lime. HPDM obviously!!!! RLSB and others!!!!

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Chapter 4

A constant beeping filled the small bedroom. The person in the bed started to wake up. A black mop of hair appeared from underneath the covers and a rosy white hand tapped the nightstand looking for the annoying thing making the noise. The covers were pushed to the side and a teenager rose from the bed. Sleepily, the young man made his way to the bathroom.

As he rinsed his hair, Harry Potter came to the conclusion that he was more than a little nervous about the interview on Hogwarts. He hoped Remus and Sirius would be there… or close to where the interview was taking place. He closed the taps and stepped out of the shower. Absentmindedly he picked up a fluffy white towel from the shelf and wrapped it around his hips. On one of his hands he had a smaller towel and he put it on his head. He was drying his hair as he entered his room. His mind lost in thought. He dressed in the same state and took off. He walked in auto-pilot to the school and stopped right in the walk-side in front of the building. He heard his name being called. It sounded as if the person calling him was far, far away.

"Harry!" He turned around slowly. He saw his friend running to him. Even though he was a bit clumsy, he had lost the chubbiness and his boyish looks. He was now a tall handsome young man with his straight wheat blonde hair and his sky-blue eyes. His skin was flawless and creamy white.

"Neville? What are you doing here?" Harry asked confused. His friend had his hands on his knees and was panting heavily. Once he recovered his breath he looked up and straightened.

"Hmm… uhh… Well, when Gran heard you were going to attend Hogwarts she prepared an interview for me too. She felt it was for the best." He shrugged and grinned. Harry gave him a weak smile. "Don't worry, Ri. Ron can't do anything to you." He commented giving the black haired youth shoulder a light squeeze and a concerned glance.

"Yeah, yeah. You're right. It's just… that… hard, you know. We've always been together and when we were accepted on the crew… it all became clear, like it was what we've been looking for, even at the cost of our pride and somehow our freedom." Harry said softly. Neville sighed sadly and looked up to the sky. Harry and he had been together since their parents died in the same car accident. They lived near and had been like brothers ever since.

"It felt like we belonged somewhere, like the family we've yearned to be a part of. Our dreams became true… but once we tasted it, it was… disappointing." Neville said and looked at Harry's green eyes. They shared a sad glance and looked at the building on in front of them. It was a huge building almost ancient but it was taken care of. It looked like an old 1600's palace-like mansion made of stone. It was surrounded by a brick wall and there were beautiful gardens around the walk-path to the school.

"Ready?" Harry asked. Neville smiled at him and nodded.

"Bring it on, mate" he said teasingly and they walked to the school.

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Walking to the school was both awe-inspiring and dreadfully tiring. The big oak doors were open. They arrived to a big Entrance Hall with marble floors and stone walls adorned with paintings, from the ceiling hung a big crystal chandelier giving the Hall an eerie light. Right in front of them were a set of stairs that reached a rest floor, with a big window, that lead to two sets of stairs; one on the right and the other on the left.

"May I help you?" a voice to their left said. Startled, they turned to look at the source of the voice. A young Italian man was standing there. He was dressed neatly I what seemed the school uniform: black smart trousers, a white button up shirt, black silk Nehru jackets and polished black leather shoes. He was quite handsome. He had tanned skin, ash blond hair and greenish gray eyes. Even with the uniform, they could tell the young man's body was toned and athletic.

"I'm Harry Potter and he's Neville Longbottom, we're here for the auditions." Harry said shyly. He felt underdressed. He was wearing loose black denim trousers, a black t-shirt and black sport moccasins. His long black hair was tightly done in a French braid; while Neville was dressed the same way but all white. They looked quite stunning together. And the brunette youth took notice. Said brunette smiled at them.

"Blaise Zabini, a pleasure. Well you're right on time. The auditions are about to start. Please, follow me." He said. The baritone tone of his voice makes him all the more delightful. He turned and glided through a hallway that they failed to notice upon entering the school.

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After what seemed like hours of walking they reached a pair of double oak doors.

"Well, gents, here we are. I hope I see you two soon?" he asked and left before either of the other two could answer.

"Well, to nothing." Neville said with a soft a bit unsure voice.

"To nothing." Harry mumbled. And they opened the door to their new destiny together. What they were hoping to see was nothing to what they found behind the doors.

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