A man walks down the street, in a nice perfect neigborhood, with all the houses alike, all in a row

All the characters are pretty much out of character, but overall this is a very. . . hmm. . interest piece of work. Ahh. . . it's a opera based on the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's (Philosopher's) stone.

A man walks down the street, in a nice perfect neighborhood, with all the houses alike, all in a row. He uses what looks like a cigarette lighter to turn off the lights. Then goes to a brick fence, where a black cat is sitting attentively.

Dumbledore:

Hello, my dear Minerva.

What a pleasant surprise to see you here!

After the deed is done,

Would you like to go get a beer?

McGonagall:

Nevermind that, is it true?

What are we going to do?

Is You Know Who

Really through?

Dumbledore:

True it is,

Lily and James are dead.

Voldemort has been defeated,

Leaving a scar on Harry's head.

They look up, at the sound of a distant rumbling, and step back, as a gigantic motorcycle lands, with a gigantic man sitting on top, with a little bundle in his hands.

Hagrid:

Sorry I arrived so late,

The Potter's house was a mess,

Had a bit of trouble,

Looking through the rubble.

Mcgonagall:

Oh really, Excuses, Excuses.

Now Hagrid, where'd you get that bike?

From Ray, or perhaps Mike?

Hagrid:

Sirius Black, that little slack.

Gave to me at the Potter's Shack.

Must give it back,

Or I'll receive a whack.

Dumbledore:

Hush, Shush,

Or they'll find out!

Quick, bring him to the steps,

Before anyone shouts.

McGonagall:

Sheesh, fine than,

Drop him off,

Like an unwanted pup.

Now leave me alone, so I can scoff.

The three adults set Harry down, staring after him, with sadness in their eyes.

Hagrid:

Well, that's done.

Let's go to the pub!

Before one.

Or we can hop in the tub!

McGonagall:

Er. . . Not the tub,

Thank you very much.

I've got to er. . . plant some shrubs.

A/N hee hee, okay, this is totally stupid. What can I say? I'm at my grandma's house and Totally bored.