Chapter 8 dress rehearsal
Harry had taken to carrying his invisibility cloak everywhere with him since he had performed in rehearsals, if the crowds of adoring fan girls weren't enough he also had Ron and Hermione hounding him.
Today was the dress rehearsal and harry was once again watching, though this time from under his invisibility cloak behind the two madams seats. He had his wand out and was currently recording Ginny singing.
As she finished the song he waved his wand and whispered a spell producing a CD. He slipped it into Madame Richeston's pocket along with a note and got the tiniest of nods in acknowledgment.
He continued to watch as scene after scene went by and he began to get bored. This was, in his opinion, another sign that this play was going to be rubbish. The audience shouldn't be yawning during a production of the phantom of the opera!
Harry sighed and shook his head as the cast finally finished their dress rehearsal and Dumbledore began praising them to the heavens. No wonder they were all so certain that they were brilliant if the old goat praised them like that after every rehearsal.
Harry had in fact lost count of the number of mistakes throughout that rehearsal but did Dumbledore point that out, no of course not. Rolling his eyes as the headmaster continued to layer it on thick harry slipped into the shadows behind him and crept out of the door.
Luckily no-one noticed the door open and close on its own; over the last few years harry had become a master of the shadows, often not even needing his invisibility cloak to disappear.
Harry made his way towards the room of requirement as he thought. His plans were going perfectly, the letter was due to arrive tomorrow and Madame Richeston would give the recording to the director so hopefully his other part of the plan would work out.
As he reached the room and conjured a small common room he pulled out his wand and began an enchantment. About 2 minutes later a carbon copy of him appeared and saluted. Harry smiled and passed the invisibility cloak to his copy who slipped it over his head and left silently.
As the door swung open and began to shut again a hand stopped it and Ginny walked into the room. Harry smiled at her and patted the seat next to him.
"Come, I have an exciting piece of news to tell you"
Ginny sat next to him and turned to face him once again thinking of how lucky she was to have Harry.
"So, not many people know this but the BOPDT is looking for a new lead female part, our old one is going into retirement. Now whilst some people from the company are trying out a few people may be invited to try out by any of our lead cast members or head coaches." Harry said
Ginny nodded then asked "but what does this have to do with me?"
"Well firstly, you have been recommended by not 1 but 4 of the cast members or coaches to audition and secondly, our director is looking for someone who will be able to emotionally connect with me on stage as I am the lead male in our company" Harry explained
Ginny raised her eyebrows and motioned as if to say 'carry on' harry smiled and continued
"Therefore it is my pleasure to tell you that this evening we, the 2 madams and I, recorded you singing and have sent that to the director in place of your lie audition. If he agrees with our assessment and offers you the job I can teach you the splitting spell and you can become part of the BOPDT" harry finished with a smile as he watched Ginny's jaw drop.
He gently leaned across and placed two fingers under her jaw pushing it closed. Ginny continued to stare at him in shock for a few more seconds before launching herself towards harry and hugging him round the neck.
"I guess you're happy then" harry joked
Ginny pulled back slightly and attacked his mouth kissing him passionately.
"Yes, yes I'd love to work there!" she exclaimed when she pulled back
Harry laughed and smiled at her "we should find out tomorrow as the director needs to send something else to Hogwarts tomorrow on my behalf, he can send his reply with it.
Ginny smiled at him and proceeded to thank him in her own way.
