The (Hogwarts) Voice!
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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3,595
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The (Hogwarts) Voice!
Title: The (Hogwarts) Voice!
Class: Chaptered Songfic
Subclass: 8th year
Pair: Harry/Draco
Summary: When the students return for their eighth year at Hogwarts, they're stunned to find that their respective vocal talents are put to the test.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story besides the plot. So don't sue. You'll only get a sad face.
Featuring lyrics from Lindsay Lohan (Rumors), Linkin Park (Numb), Fallout Boy (Sugar We're Going Down), Nickleback (Figured You Out, Rockstar, Burn It To The Ground), CrazyTown (Butterfly), Garth Brooks (Ireland), Abba (Thank You For The Music), Evenescence (Bring Me To Life), Avril Lavigne (Keep Holding On), Natalie Imbruglia (Torn) and Meredith Brooks (Bitch). I don't own those either, obviously. The concept of the competition The Voice, is owned by Mark Burnett and associates. I make zero money from this. Just awesome shivers.
*~*~*
Harry choked on his first sip of pumpkin juice, reading the letter that landed in front of him moments before. It was his first day back to Hogwarts, what could he have done now? The letter was monogrammed from the Headmistress's office. Groaning, he read further:
"Dear Mr. Potter,
This year the school will host a talent show, of sorts. In the light of the recent school year starting, the board of Governors requested that the staff host an interhouse friendly competition to ease the hostility between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Three Gryffindor students and three Slytherin students will audition in front of the school with a song of their choice, provided its not vulgar. As your Head, and I'd flatter myself to say, your friend, I would be pleased if you'd take this opportunity to help build unity. The remaining students chosen will meet tonight at seven pm in staff room just off of the Great Hall.
I encourage you to not just arrive, but be enthusiastic.
Headmistress McGonagall"
"She's joking, right?" Harry sputtered, looking up to the staff table. He met his Head's cool, stern eyes and sighed.
"But Harry...you're a great singer. I heard you and Ron really getting into it at Grimmauld Place before term. He's strangely obsessed with muggle rock..." Hermione said, bemused. Said redhead arrived just in time to catch the last sentence. He flushed red all the way to his ears as he flopped down.
"Hermione, please! Not so loud..." Ron hissed, darting his eyes side to side as if eavesdroppers were crawling out of the walls.
"Honestly Ron, it's nothing to be embarrassed at. So you like rock music. Plenty of students do. Harry does!" Hermione retorted, gesturing to the brunette. Harry nodded his agreement.
Ron considered this for a moment, eyeing Harry's recent style change with a grim eye. "Do I have to dress like that too, if I like rock?" He asked. Harry started laughing.
Harry had really blossomed since the war ended. He came into his own person, and it had just enough edge to make it appealing to the majority. Currently he sported a black ripped and tied muscle tee, the gaps in the rips along the front gave an onlooker tantalizing glimpses of bronze skin, but not enough to be considered, as McGonagall stated, vulgar. Adorning his lower half was a pair of ash grey pants, held together on the outside of his long legs by metal rings. The rings also teased the eye with more bronze skin. If anyone put what they were showing to mind, they'd realize the Gryffindor wore zilch under the denims. Completing the look were black combat boots, the lower leggings of the pants tucked into the leather boots.
"No, Ron. This is just me. You don't have to have a certain look to like a certain thing..." Harry said, trailing off with a sight frown. Hermione knew the double meaning to that frown and statement. She had figured it out fairly easy when Ginny came crying to her that Harry ended things a second time, citing a certain dysfunction. Hermione doubted it was a medical problem and more likely attributed to repressed sexual preferences. A wry smile crept across her pretty face, connecting her eyes with Harry's. He stared back, unease growing in his green depths. Ron busted the moment before it could get any more awkward.
"Then alright. Yeah. I'll admit I like rock. But hey listen, Seamus got this letter this morning up in the common room. McGonagall wants him to sing for the school or something. He's in a state, claiming he can't pick a single song. Can you believe that? Why would McGonagall want him to sing?" Ron asked, shaking his head before digging into his mounds of food. Harry fidgetted in place, then twitched his own letter over to Ron.
"I got a letter from her too..." Harry said. Just then a blur of red hair was making its way from the doors to the table.
"Guys guess what!" Ginny exclaimed, waving a letter of her own. Harry groaned, knowing this was probably the worst competition the board had come up with since the fated TriWizard...
*~*~*
Seven pm came too quickly for Harry, and he made his way slowly down to the Great Hall, his heavy boots echoing down the deserted corridors with every slap. He stopped when he reached the door to the staff room, hand poised over the handle. He heard voices, excited voices. He steeled his nerves and pushed the door open, sauntering in with a look of boredom. One hand jabbed into his tight jeans pocket as he stood, taking in the suddenly quiet room with a glance.
"This ought to be interesting..." He stated, pitching his voice low and mysterious.
In the room stood two other Gryffindors and three Slytherins. The only one he was particularly happy to see was Seamus. Gathered around a round wooden table stood Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Seamus Finnegan and Ginny Weasley. Harry blinked a moment. The sixth was missing.
"You're joking..." came a flat, slightly deeper than he remembered, voice.
"Malfoy." Harry grumbled, half turning to leave. Just then McGonagall and Slughorn swept in, stalling further conversation.
"Students, I'm very pleased to see you all accepted the invitation to perform." McGonagall said, her eyes boring into Harry's. He heard a soft snicker behind him and bristled.
"As you all know, we'll be hosting this competition. Let me stress, this is a FRIENDLY competition. And magic will be restricted to music and backup vocals, if you need them. No voice altering charms or potions will be allowed. You'll be given the charm to turn the tip of your wand into a broadcasting implement, as muggle instruments still have problems functioning inside our wards. The competition will be in three rounds. Auditions, Battles, and Finale. The winner will receive an award displayed in the trophy room for "Special Services" to the school and the ability to turn an E into an O in one N.E.W.T test; and each runner up will be given the chance to likewise change one A to an E. Are there any questions?"
There was a silence before Ginny spoke up. "When will this start, Headmistress?"
"It will be all next week. Monday will be auditions, Tuesday will be the first round of eliminations. One from each house. Wednesday will be the battles, Thursday, the eliminations. Friday will be the finale and the winner chosen. Professor Slughorn and I will be the judges. We have agreed to be impartial to our respective houses to be as fair as possible to the talent. Tomorrow, the rest of the school will be informed, and that leaves you this weekend to prepare. Auditions will be an hour after dinner." She answered, an affirmative nod dipping her head. "If that is all...we'll leave you to prepare..." she concluded and swept out.
The room got quiet before a low, angry growl could be heard. The students looked around for the source but only realizing it came from Harry when he too, swept out, slamming the door as he went.
Class: Chaptered Songfic
Subclass: 8th year
Pair: Harry/Draco
Summary: When the students return for their eighth year at Hogwarts, they're stunned to find that their respective vocal talents are put to the test.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story besides the plot. So don't sue. You'll only get a sad face.
Featuring lyrics from Lindsay Lohan (Rumors), Linkin Park (Numb), Fallout Boy (Sugar We're Going Down), Nickleback (Figured You Out, Rockstar, Burn It To The Ground), CrazyTown (Butterfly), Garth Brooks (Ireland), Abba (Thank You For The Music), Evenescence (Bring Me To Life), Avril Lavigne (Keep Holding On), Natalie Imbruglia (Torn) and Meredith Brooks (Bitch). I don't own those either, obviously. The concept of the competition The Voice, is owned by Mark Burnett and associates. I make zero money from this. Just awesome shivers.
*~*~*
Harry choked on his first sip of pumpkin juice, reading the letter that landed in front of him moments before. It was his first day back to Hogwarts, what could he have done now? The letter was monogrammed from the Headmistress's office. Groaning, he read further:
"Dear Mr. Potter,
This year the school will host a talent show, of sorts. In the light of the recent school year starting, the board of Governors requested that the staff host an interhouse friendly competition to ease the hostility between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Three Gryffindor students and three Slytherin students will audition in front of the school with a song of their choice, provided its not vulgar. As your Head, and I'd flatter myself to say, your friend, I would be pleased if you'd take this opportunity to help build unity. The remaining students chosen will meet tonight at seven pm in staff room just off of the Great Hall.
I encourage you to not just arrive, but be enthusiastic.
Headmistress McGonagall"
"She's joking, right?" Harry sputtered, looking up to the staff table. He met his Head's cool, stern eyes and sighed.
"But Harry...you're a great singer. I heard you and Ron really getting into it at Grimmauld Place before term. He's strangely obsessed with muggle rock..." Hermione said, bemused. Said redhead arrived just in time to catch the last sentence. He flushed red all the way to his ears as he flopped down.
"Hermione, please! Not so loud..." Ron hissed, darting his eyes side to side as if eavesdroppers were crawling out of the walls.
"Honestly Ron, it's nothing to be embarrassed at. So you like rock music. Plenty of students do. Harry does!" Hermione retorted, gesturing to the brunette. Harry nodded his agreement.
Ron considered this for a moment, eyeing Harry's recent style change with a grim eye. "Do I have to dress like that too, if I like rock?" He asked. Harry started laughing.
Harry had really blossomed since the war ended. He came into his own person, and it had just enough edge to make it appealing to the majority. Currently he sported a black ripped and tied muscle tee, the gaps in the rips along the front gave an onlooker tantalizing glimpses of bronze skin, but not enough to be considered, as McGonagall stated, vulgar. Adorning his lower half was a pair of ash grey pants, held together on the outside of his long legs by metal rings. The rings also teased the eye with more bronze skin. If anyone put what they were showing to mind, they'd realize the Gryffindor wore zilch under the denims. Completing the look were black combat boots, the lower leggings of the pants tucked into the leather boots.
"No, Ron. This is just me. You don't have to have a certain look to like a certain thing..." Harry said, trailing off with a sight frown. Hermione knew the double meaning to that frown and statement. She had figured it out fairly easy when Ginny came crying to her that Harry ended things a second time, citing a certain dysfunction. Hermione doubted it was a medical problem and more likely attributed to repressed sexual preferences. A wry smile crept across her pretty face, connecting her eyes with Harry's. He stared back, unease growing in his green depths. Ron busted the moment before it could get any more awkward.
"Then alright. Yeah. I'll admit I like rock. But hey listen, Seamus got this letter this morning up in the common room. McGonagall wants him to sing for the school or something. He's in a state, claiming he can't pick a single song. Can you believe that? Why would McGonagall want him to sing?" Ron asked, shaking his head before digging into his mounds of food. Harry fidgetted in place, then twitched his own letter over to Ron.
"I got a letter from her too..." Harry said. Just then a blur of red hair was making its way from the doors to the table.
"Guys guess what!" Ginny exclaimed, waving a letter of her own. Harry groaned, knowing this was probably the worst competition the board had come up with since the fated TriWizard...
*~*~*
Seven pm came too quickly for Harry, and he made his way slowly down to the Great Hall, his heavy boots echoing down the deserted corridors with every slap. He stopped when he reached the door to the staff room, hand poised over the handle. He heard voices, excited voices. He steeled his nerves and pushed the door open, sauntering in with a look of boredom. One hand jabbed into his tight jeans pocket as he stood, taking in the suddenly quiet room with a glance.
"This ought to be interesting..." He stated, pitching his voice low and mysterious.
In the room stood two other Gryffindors and three Slytherins. The only one he was particularly happy to see was Seamus. Gathered around a round wooden table stood Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Seamus Finnegan and Ginny Weasley. Harry blinked a moment. The sixth was missing.
"You're joking..." came a flat, slightly deeper than he remembered, voice.
"Malfoy." Harry grumbled, half turning to leave. Just then McGonagall and Slughorn swept in, stalling further conversation.
"Students, I'm very pleased to see you all accepted the invitation to perform." McGonagall said, her eyes boring into Harry's. He heard a soft snicker behind him and bristled.
"As you all know, we'll be hosting this competition. Let me stress, this is a FRIENDLY competition. And magic will be restricted to music and backup vocals, if you need them. No voice altering charms or potions will be allowed. You'll be given the charm to turn the tip of your wand into a broadcasting implement, as muggle instruments still have problems functioning inside our wards. The competition will be in three rounds. Auditions, Battles, and Finale. The winner will receive an award displayed in the trophy room for "Special Services" to the school and the ability to turn an E into an O in one N.E.W.T test; and each runner up will be given the chance to likewise change one A to an E. Are there any questions?"
There was a silence before Ginny spoke up. "When will this start, Headmistress?"
"It will be all next week. Monday will be auditions, Tuesday will be the first round of eliminations. One from each house. Wednesday will be the battles, Thursday, the eliminations. Friday will be the finale and the winner chosen. Professor Slughorn and I will be the judges. We have agreed to be impartial to our respective houses to be as fair as possible to the talent. Tomorrow, the rest of the school will be informed, and that leaves you this weekend to prepare. Auditions will be an hour after dinner." She answered, an affirmative nod dipping her head. "If that is all...we'll leave you to prepare..." she concluded and swept out.
The room got quiet before a low, angry growl could be heard. The students looked around for the source but only realizing it came from Harry when he too, swept out, slamming the door as he went.