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 5

They opened the door as quietly as they could. Music reached their ears as they stepped in the room. It was an old theatre. There were red-carpet covered stairs to reach the stage. The scene was made of polished wood and was like a semi-circle. There were rows and rows of seats surrounding the stage with the respective paths to reach it. Red velvet curtains were on the sides and a black velvet curtain covered the furthest wall of the stage.

As quietly as they entered they walked down the stairs. In the front row there were five people. Four of them were watching the girl that was performing. The fifth was sprawled gracefully on their seat looking at the ceiling. Harry and Neville seated themselves a few rows behind whom seemed to the judges.

The final notes of the song resounded as the young woman finished her routine.

"We will call you, Miss Abbot." One of the judges said without looking at the girl.

She curtseyed to the judges and got down of the stage. She passed them without a look and exited the room.

"Mister Potter, on the stage, please." The same judge said.

Neville squeezed softly his hand and gave him an encouraging smile. Harry swallowed and nodded to himself. He got up and walked to the stage. He gave the CD to the judge that was sprawled on his seat. Said judge straightened and looked at him. It was the same guy he had seen in the club the night before. The young man had a black cap covering his blonde head. The judge next to him was dressed in all black and his face was a blank mask. There were two women and another man. One of the women was wearing a dark blood red dress and her hair was tied in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. The other woman had curly blond hair and was wearing a button up light yellow blouse and a long black skirt. The man seated on the other side was wearing a midnight blue suit and had grey hair.

"Hey." The blonde young man said. He was dressed in black shorts, trainers and shirt. Harry nodded and climbed up the stage. The young judge pressed the start button and the notes of the song filled the room.

Neville smiled from his seat. That song was Harry's favorite and he was the only one that had seen Harry dance it. It described his and Harry's life perfectly.

Heres the chance of life
Get ready, set, fly
High
Above the fear of you mind
Go for it its hit or miss
Too late for you to quit
You gotta show them how bad you really want this

Live your dreams
It's not as hard as it may seem
You gotta work to get the c.r.e.a.m
On your hopes you must lean
From your fears
You have to win yourself
It's all or nothing
Give your everything

You are what you believe
You've got to bring the heat
Set the pace
Competition: take the lead
This is it all eyes on you
So stay on point and prove
That you deserve what's long overdue

Live your dreams
It's not as hard as it may seem
You gotta work to get the c.r.e.a.m
On your hopes you must lean
From your fears
You have to win yourself
It's all or nothing
Give your everything

Harry danced with at the beat of the music. His braid moved sensually with every move he made. It was soft yet strong, sad yet with so much energy. It was intimate, passionate. Harry let the song take away his senses and become one with it.

My heart is still recovering
From Heartbreak of another kind
I'm still drying my tears
Getting over my own fears
In my life
I wanna make sure this time
That I'm strong enough
To give it my all

Live your dreams
It's not as hard as it may seem
You got to work to get the c.r.e.a.m
On your hopes you must lean
From your fears
You have to win yourself

It's all or nothing
Give your everything
Live your dreams

Live your dreams
It's not as hard as it may seem
(no, no)
You gotta work to get the c.r.e.a.m
On your hopes you must lean
From your fears
You have to win yourself
It's all or nothing
(I say it's all or nothing)
Give your everything

Live your dreams
(You gotta live your dreams)
It's not as hard as it may seem
You gotta work to get the c.r.e.a.m
On your hopes you must lean
From your fears
You have to win yourself
It's all or nothing
Give your everything

You know you've got to live your dreams
So don't you be afraid
Sacrifice
take the lead
It's your time to shine
Please believe

As the last notes ended Harry opened his eyes, he didn't remember closing them. He looked at the judges and was internally amused by the look in their faces. The women were out right gaping at him. The man on the farthest corner was looking at him with wide eyes. The sour man near the blonde had pleasant surprise shining in his black eyes. And the blonde was looking at him with a smug smile and was looking at him with something that made him quiver as chills went down his spine.

A cough woke the judges from their trance like state and the sour man spoke. "Thank you, Mister Potter. Please step down." He looked at the other judges and rolled his eyes at the blonde that was still looking at Harry. The other judges nodded.

"Mister Longbottom, on the stage, if you please." The severe looking woman said. Harry stepped down and gave Neville's shoulder a supportive squeeze as he passed. Neville smiled tremulously and climbed up the stairs on one side of the stage.

Harry handed the blonde young man another CD as he retrieved his.

"When you're ready, Mr. Longbottom." The same woman said. Neville looked at Harry and took a deep breath.

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The song is "All Or Nothing" by Athena Cage. If you've seen 'Save the Last Dance', the last routine of Sarah Johnson to enter Julliard… yeah, well, something like that.

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