I hope you all like the last chapter, I know it was a bit short I'm so sorry but I kind of needed to set the scene, this one should be a bit better.
On with the chapter
I own neither the phantom of the opera or the harry potter series
Chapter 2 auditions
The next week all the signup sheets simultaneously disappeared from the notice boards with a loud ping and appeared on the headmaster's desk.
Dumbledore smiled jovially and picked up the Gryffindor sign up sheet, he added the names to his schedule of auditions then did the same with each of the other houses, he then walked happily of to dinner sucking the best sweets in existence; lemon drops.
When he reached the hall he waited for silence.
"Students I have arranged a time for rehearsals they are on Wednesday, you will all miss a day of school for them as I need the professor's help in picking cast members and the majority of the students are auditioning anyway. This gives you 4 days to practise so you better start getting ready. Schedules will appear on your notice board after dinner" and with that Dumbledore sat.
He looked down at his fellow professors and saw Snape glaring at him.
"What?" Dumbledore asked
"You just volunteered me to help you judge the best from a bunch of dunderheads who I know cannot sing and who have no appreciation for opera" Snape practically yelled.
Dumbledore continued smiling as he replied "come now Severus, it will be fun"
Snape huffed and shrank into his chair murmuring something that sounded like lasso, phantom, and more fun.
Seeing he would not be getting a straight answer out of Snape as to his real reasons for not wanting to help Dumbledore turned back to his plate and to the second best food in existence
Pie
Harry sat in his dormitory trying to finish of his potions homework. It was Tuesday, the day before the auditions and He had been plagued all day by people coming in and asking for him to listen to them sing.
He had resorted to locking the dormitory door with spells that a fifth year definitely shouldn't know but he had learnt them from… a friend.
He had resorted to cotton wool to block out the sounds of the screeching coming from all over the tower at about 4pm, it was now 9pm.
He was seriously starting to get fed up with this. The school were going to ruin a timeless classic. There was no talent in this school what so ever from the sounds he could hear in the Gryffindor tower, and as far as he knew the school didn't even have a director!
The next term was going to be painful.
Dumbledore and the other teachers had turned the great hall into a full size auditorium for the auditions and harry had sneaked onto the balcony, no one was meant to watch but harry needed to see just how bad this play was going to be.
He sat through 2 hours of agonising torture as 2nd and 3rd years tried out for minor parts and chorus parts.
Finally they got onto the major parts and Harry hung his head wishing he'd brought his ear plugs. As he looked back up he noticed one of the judges with a look on their face that he was sure matched his own. He smiled at least some people had appreciation for the arts.
He suffered through Ron's audition as Raol singing all I ask of you, which harry had to admit could have been worse, he had the power to his voice but not the range.
He suffered through Hermione's rendition of think of me which was truly dreadful.
Then the unthinkable happened, talent appeared on the stage.
Ginny Weasley's audition was good, for someone who had never had singing lessons or acting lessons she had talent. Her vocal range was good and her voice powerful when needed, but harry felt no emotional connection with her and he sighed.
The entire performance was based on emotions, the actors needed to connect emotionally with the audience otherwise it was simply a play; it needed to be an emotional rollercoaster.
He sat through Ravenclaw auditions where he decided the only one with even a remote amount of talent was Cho, she was O.K at la Carlottas part, she seemed to have the accent down and she had the range in her voice but possibly not the power.
Finally there was only one audition left and harry was beginning to lose hope. There had been 3 auditions for the part of the phantom and they were all dismal.
Then Draco Malfoy strode onto the stage.
"I will be trying out for the part of the phantom" Draco announced
He sang the music of the night and he obviously impressed the judges but harry stormed out the second he began the first note.
He had experience with the part of the phantom and he could tell straight away that Draco would not be a good phantom he held no feeling in his voice, something crucial for the part of the phantom but he knew that Draco would be selected he had a better voice than all the others trying out for the part and was the only one with a voice loud enough to project it off the stage.
He sighed as he walked away from the auditions and towards the seventh floor, right now harry needed to relax and there was only one place where he could do that. He reached the room of requirement and began pacing. He opened the door and smiled at the grand piano sat in there.
He sat and began to play.
This was one side he always kept hidden. He loved music, singing playing acting everything. But he kept himself busy pretending to be their golden boy with an abusive past and the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Instead this was who he was; he smiled as he began to sing.
I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne ...
to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music ...
music...
You have come here, for one purpose, and one alone ...
I first heard you sing,
I have needed you with me, to serve me, to sing, for my music ...
my music ...
Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ...
Silently the senses abandon their defences ...
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour ...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ...
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before ...
Softly, deftly, music shall surround you ...
Feel it, hear it, closing in around you ...
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night.
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul
take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me ...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in to the power of
the music that I write - the power of the music of the night ...
You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night ...
He smiled. Singing was his release his way of showing his real emotions that and he needed to get Draco's awful singing out of his head it was for this reason he chose the music of the night. That and he needed to practise.
That flicked the switch and a fantastic idea began forming in his head.
Harry left the room of requirement and ran back to the Gryffindor tower; he had a letter to write.
Ron left his audition and made his way up to the Gryffindor common room to wait for Hermione and his sister to come back from their auditions. He sat in an armchair by the fire and watched the groups of little kids who were all bouncing around asking who they thought got which part.
Then Hermione and Ginny came in talking excitedly about the auditions. Apparently Hermione thought she'd been brilliant whereas Ginny felt she'd mucked up her audition. He turned from their argument back to the room.
As he watched harry rushed in from who knows where and ran full speed up to the dormitories. He returned not 30seconds later and ran back out of the portrait hole. Ron looked around and noticed that no one else had seen Harry's weird behaviour.
By now Ginny and Hermione had reached Ron and hat sat opposite him still arguing. Ron coughed and they looked up and asked "yes?" in unison.
"Aren't you going to ask how I thought my audition went?" Ron asked
Hermione sighed then asked "how did your audition go Ron?"
"It went well I think I'll get Raol" He replied
"Well you won't have to wait long apparently the cast list will be posted on our notice board at curfew tonight.
Others began to leave for dinner and Ron's tummy rumbled obviously agreeing to the sentiment. Ginny rolled her eyes and walked off to join her friends who were leaving whilst Ron and Hermione walked at a more sedate pace. At least, Hermione did Ron tried to drag her along faster as he became more hungry.
As they reached the entrance hall they noticed the strangest sight. Harry was walking up from the dungeons beside professor Snape and they seemed to be talking normally, laughing like all friends. Ron turned to Hermione eyebrows raised but she was simply staring in shock.
Harry and Snape walked into the great hall seeming to ignore Hermione and Ron who were still standing there until Ron snapped first as delicate smells wafted from the great hall. He grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her forwards taking a seat near harry he rapidly began to fill his plate and seeing Hermione wasn't hers as well.
He pushed the food in front of her and that seemed to break her trance, she murmured her thanks before turning to stare at harry like he was a puzzle he needed to crack. Ron ignored her and began shovelling food in his mouth.
Unknown to them they were being watched in amusement from the head table. Their watchers eyes flicked to harry where an almost identical smirk was found on his face to that of their watchers.
It was fun to make them work out the mystery sometimes.
When dinner was finished everyone rushed up to the common rooms as if that would make curfew come faster. Meanwhile a lone student and a professor roamed the halls talking about the very play that had everyone so worked up.
"It's ridiculous" said the professor "the first time the halls have been empty between dinner and curfew and it's because of a stupid play that this school physically cannot do justice"
"I didn't know you cared so much professor" his student teased.
The professor huffed back. "You care because of who you are, I care because I am who I am. Who are you to talk about caring?"
"To true" he returned with a small laugh.
They turned another corner and reached the corridor of the Gryffindor common room. The professor looked at his watch. "I believe this is your stop." He said
"Oh goody I get to go watch people laugh and cry and whoop with joy and become bitchy over a cast list." He replied sarcastically.
"Mmmm" replied the professor noncommittally "I wish you luck." The student turned to the portrait and was about to give the password when the professor who had by now reached the end of the corridor turned back and called to him
"Please remember it is only a school play not the real thing, if the people you think should have got a part have not got one it's not the end of the world" and with that he turned and continued walking.
The student smiled and turned back to the portrait and gave the password.
He entered to a completely silent common room all staring at a blank notice board. The portrait door shut behind him and he looked to his watch.
Perfect timing
So that's the end of this story please review and recommend me to your friends!
I will alternate updating this story with my Percy Jackson harry potter crossover story so this should go pretty fast!
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