Title: Sing It Again!
Summary: A spell gone awry makes the residents of Hogwarts spontaneously burst into song and dance, revealing their thoughts, emotions, and deepest, darkest secrets. Chaos ensues. But what do the souls of two certain enemies hold, and what will happen when they are forced to confront their feelings?
Warnings: Slash!! And incessant singing and dancing.
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or locations that you recognize from the Harry Potter books, the entire little HP world belongs to JK Rowling and her affiliates. The idea and plot stems vaguely from Buffy the Vampire Slayer's musical episode, Once More With Feeling, and I do not own that either – Joss Whedon and his affiliates have that honour. Songs used in this story will be credited to the respective artists, cause, guess what? I don't own those either. However, the entire story in itself, the original compositions, as well as the manipulations of songs, do belong to me.
Now, on with the show...
Sing It Again!
Prologue: Oh, Shite!
"Mate, are you sure you're doing that right?"
A hushed whisper sounded from an empty classroom, where only the glowing tip of a wand illuminated a pair of heads, one dark and one fairly sandy, huddled together in the far corner, away from the prying eyes of any passers-by.
"Pretty sure I am." A second voice replied, sounding rather nonchalant.
"Then why isn't anything happening?"
"Hmm. I'm not sure. Maybe we should try it again."
"That might not really be the smartest thing to do, mate. If it's already failed…" The first voice trailed off anxiously.
"Now, now, don't jump to conclusions. How can you tell that it's failed?"
"The lack of the intended result kind of tipped me off."
"Pfft." The second voice was dismissive. "Small matter. I'm sure I'll get it this time."
"Alright…but are you sure you got the right spell, mate?"
"Well, I think I do…the incantation is biboo, right?"
The second voice sounded a little desperate. "Right?"
"We're screwed." The first voice came out strangled, with no small amount of panic thrown in, and a rising note of hysteria. The second was quick to refute.
"No, no, no…don't say that. What's wrong? What did I do wrong?"
There was a loud sigh, then the first voice muttered darkly, "I knew I should have been the one to cast it. You barely passed Charms as it was."
"Hey, I'm getting much better." The second voice was defensive, then a little hesitant as it continued. "What did I do wrong?"
A sort of growl issued from the first voice. "The incantation is bibo, you git!"
There was a long pause.
"Oh, shite. Then what the hell did I just do?"
It was two hours later before the extremely worn-out forms of one Seamus Finnigan, and one Dean Thomas dragged themselves into the Gryffindor common room.
The next morning at Hogwarts was unforgettable.
It began innocently enough. It was breakfast time, and all the students were gathered, and Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, had stood up to make a general announcement, as he always did.
That was when the chaos began.
As he clinked on his glass lightly and opened his mouth to speak, there was a sudden flute-like melody, then a very jaunty sort of tune piercing the air, sounding throughout the Great Hall as if blared from those Muggle speakers, and yet coming from no discernable source. Then the entire hall fell into complete darkness, except for a spotlight – again from an unknown source – that fell onto the Headmaster, who then proceeded to make his announcement – completely in verse, and in tune with the rather pretty, if outdated, music in the background, that seemed to serve as an accompaniment to his singing.
"Good morning, dear students,
I trust you all slept well?
No matter, really, dear friends,
This day will still be swell!
I shan't take up too much time today,
I'll get straight to the point -
There will be a Quidditch match on Friday
And you're all welcome to join.
The match will be with Slytherin
Playing against Ravenclaw,
If you want to watch who wins,
Show up at the pitch at four!
Now please bear with me,
This won't last much longer
For I know you must be hungry
But I have one last reminder -"
But that wasn't the oddest part.
The oddest part was when he reached what appeared to be the chorus.
We are striving for
So you must all
Put aside your differences
Lay away prejudices
Forget all preconceptions
Ignore misguided notions
And strive for
As this began, other spotlights fell onto the rest of the staff table, and the entire staff had stood up, linked arms, and began to sway from side-to-side, singing along with Dumbledore. At the last line, they all simultaneously threw their hands into the air and did 'jazz hands'.
Throughout it all, the students had taken out their wands, and with the ends lit, begun waving them side to side, creating hundreds of little flickering glows in the pitch-blackness.
And then, as abruptly as it began, it all ended.
The Hall was back to its usual state of early morning; the music and spotlights had vanished. The Headmaster and all the teachers, were, however, all still standing up, and all the students still had their wands out.
There was a brief moment of silence, during which the students exchanged curious and confused glances, and the professors took the opportunity of to sit down with as much dignity as they could muster.
Then a great buzzing spread across the tables:
"What just happened?"
"That was freaky - "
" – couldn't control myself - "
" – like being possessed - "
" – you see Snape?"
" – where'd the lights come from?"
" – dark magic - "
" – funny song, though."
A few minutes of this, and a quick discussion with the staff, later, Dumbledore stood up again, claiming everybody's attention. Before he began talking, the Headmaster quickly shot a look up around him, ensuring that he wasn't about to break out into song again.
"Er, may I have your attention once again, students?" A quick glance across the hall showed that he already did, so he quickly continued, his gaze flickering up to the ceiling every once in a while, although he remained completely composed, and that darned twinkle was still in his eyes.
"Thank you. Well, that was rather unexpected, and I know several of you are fearing the worst, but I can assure you that while the source remains unknown as of yet, you have nothing to fear. We have not detected any dark magic in this. It is most likely a prank or spell gone awry - " At this, he cast a subtle glance to the Gryffindor table, at two boys in particular, his eyes never losing their twinkle. "And will eventually resolve itself in due time."
And at the Gryffindor table, said boys exchanged glances, before one leaned over to the other.
"Don't know how he knows it was us, but guess we know what your spell did, mate."
The dark haired, dark skinned boy seemed almost amused. The sandy-haired boy, on the other hand, was an unearthly shade of white.
AN: So, that's how this all begins...This is why you shouldn't mess with magic, kids. Anyway, let me know what you thought of this story with a review, pretty please?
AN: Oh, and the song in this chapter does belong to me, just in case it wasnt obvious enough in its appaling-ness. Review! Thanks!