Harry Potter and Goblet of Fire: The Musical
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,551
Reviews:
4
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The End....or is it?
The Wizengamot ajorned swiftly thereafter, the onlookers muttering in confusion about the singing. After a quiet moment, the Wizengamot members began filing out. An older witch noticed Harry was still seated, looking frozen.
“Mr. Potter, is something wrong?” She asked kindly.
Harry looked up, startled. “Oh, no ma’am, sorry. Its just...I went to school with Draco Malfoy. We were...sort of friends and I tried to...”
“Convince him to join us?” She guessed. Harry nodded miserably and the woman patted his shoulder in sympathy.
“I’m sure you did your best dear, now lets go, we have to feed those jackals from The Prophet.”
They stepped out into a brightly lit square, full of noise and confusion. A crowd had gathered and the ensuing celebration was closer to a riot.
“Good news! He’s dead! You-know-who is dead! The wickedest wizard there ever was, the enemy of all of those in the world, is dead! Good news! Good news!”
Suddenly a reporter noticed Harry blinking in the bright sunlight.
“Look! Its Potter!”
Everyone got quiet and looked at Harry expectantly.
“Fellow witches and wizards...” Harry began woodenly, unable to get Draco’s image out of his mind’s eye.
“...let us be glad. Let us be grateful. Let us rejoice, that goodness could subdue, the wicked workings of You-Know-Who. Isn’t it nice to know, that good will conquer evil? The truth we all believe’ll outlive a lie, for you and...”
Harry’s voice was drowned out, as the crowd grew vicious.
“No one mourns the wicked!”
“No one cries ‘They won’t return’”
No one lays a Lily on their grave”
Then the reporters joined the fray.
“The good man scorns the Wicked!”
And the group from Witch Weekly joined in.
“Through their lives our children learn...what you miss when you misbehave.”
The crowd quieted down and Harry took over again.
“And Goodness knows, the Wicked’s lives are lonely. Goodness knows the Wicked die alone. It just shows when you’re Wicked, you’re left only, on your own.”
But the rabid crowd completely missed Harry’s pensive tone.
Suddenly the other members of the Wizengamot piped up, purely for the benefit of the print media present, Harry was sure.
“Yes, Goodness knows, the Wicked’s lives are lonely. Goodness knows the Wicked die alone. Nothing grows for the Wicked, they reap only what they sow.”
Harry took the fore once again, desperately trying to make the others try to see his point.
“Are people born Wicked? Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them? After all, he had a father, he had a mother, as so many do...” Harry fell silent as he remembered what Draco had revealed in those few short months they had shared as friends.
The door was open and Lucius Malfoy stood in the doorway. Narcissia was seated in a chair facing him.
“How I hate to go and leave you lonely.”
“That’s alright it’s only for one night.”
“But know that you’re here in my heart when you’re out of my sight.”
Harry spoke from his reviere.
“And like every family...they had their secrets...”
The scene changed to reveal the real secret. Severus Snape seducing Draco’s mother.
“Have another drink my dark-eyed beauty, I’ve got one more night left here in town. So have another drink of this green elixir and we’ll have ourselves another mixer. Have another little swallow little lady and follow me down...”
Harry blinked back to reality. “And of course, from the moment he was born, he was...well...different.”
And then Harry was gone, lost once more in second-hand memories.
“Its coming!”
The midwife, Lucius, and Narcissa were all in the delivery room of St. Mungo’s.
“Now?”
“The baby’s coming!”
“And how!”
“I see a nose, and a curl. It’s a healthy, perfect lovely little...”
“Sweet Merlin!”
By the time of he husband’s startled shout, Narcissa was panicking rather severely.
“What is it? Whats wrong?”
But both the midwife and Lucius ignored her.
“How can it be?”
“What does it mean?”
We were wrong!”
“Its obscene!”
“Like a flouncing, fruity, fairy; the baby is unnaturally...”
They held the newborn up for his mother to inspect.
“Fey!” they all shouted in shock together.
“Take it away.” Lucius said quietly to the midwife, who looked confused. “Take it away!”
“So you see,” Harry cried desperately to the bloodthirsty crowd, “it couldn’t have been easy!”
But they wouldn’t be swayed.
“No one mourns the Wicked! Now at last, he’ll be dead and gone! Now at last theres joy throughout the land!”
Then the Wizengamot joined in again
“And, Goodness knows, we know what Goodness is. Goodness knows the Wicked die alone...”
Harry was nearly in tears. “He’ll die alone!”
“...woe to those, who spurn what Goodness is. They are shown, no one mourns the Wicked!”
“Good news.” Harry sang ironically, in defeat.
“No one mourns the Wicked!”
“Good news.”
“No one mourns the Wicked...Wicked...Wicked!”
The familiar music ground to a halt and the bewildered crowd looked up to Harry and the Wizengamot for a reason as to why they had suddenly broken out in song.
“We will take a few questions and then that’ll be all for today.” Harry said to the gathered reporters. “Yes, Danny.”
“Today The Wizengamot presided over the high profile trial of Draco Malfoy, what was the verdict?”
“Draco Malfoy was found guilty of several charges.” Harry replied, not really seeing anyone, lost as he was in his own memories. “Steve.” He called, gesturing to the next reporter.
“Yes, thank you Mr. Potter. Now, is it true? Were you his friend?”
At that question Harry chuckled quietly.
“Well, I suppose it depends on what you mean by friend. I did know him...I mean our paths did cross, at school.”
Steve nodded and scribbled accordingly.
“Right, Mark then Allen, and that’s all.”
Later that night, back at his flat, Harry sat on his sofa. He nursed a rather large tumbler of scotch, thinking of what he had had to do to Draco, when he was suddenly struck with an idea.
What good was it being the Savior of the Wizarding World if not to use his clout to bust old school chums out of prison?
Feeling much better about his actions, he slugged back the rest of his drink and held up the empty glass with a grin.
“Heres to you Draco,” He chucked the empty glass into the empty fireplace and his grin grew wider at the satisfying shattering sound, “and the Ministry can go fuck themselves.”
IT’S OVER!!
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A/N: Whew! Done! Well I was thinking of doing a non-musical sequel. I'm not going to give away any details, unless you lovely reviewers think I should do it?
“Mr. Potter, is something wrong?” She asked kindly.
Harry looked up, startled. “Oh, no ma’am, sorry. Its just...I went to school with Draco Malfoy. We were...sort of friends and I tried to...”
“Convince him to join us?” She guessed. Harry nodded miserably and the woman patted his shoulder in sympathy.
“I’m sure you did your best dear, now lets go, we have to feed those jackals from The Prophet.”
They stepped out into a brightly lit square, full of noise and confusion. A crowd had gathered and the ensuing celebration was closer to a riot.
“Good news! He’s dead! You-know-who is dead! The wickedest wizard there ever was, the enemy of all of those in the world, is dead! Good news! Good news!”
Suddenly a reporter noticed Harry blinking in the bright sunlight.
“Look! Its Potter!”
Everyone got quiet and looked at Harry expectantly.
“Fellow witches and wizards...” Harry began woodenly, unable to get Draco’s image out of his mind’s eye.
“...let us be glad. Let us be grateful. Let us rejoice, that goodness could subdue, the wicked workings of You-Know-Who. Isn’t it nice to know, that good will conquer evil? The truth we all believe’ll outlive a lie, for you and...”
Harry’s voice was drowned out, as the crowd grew vicious.
“No one mourns the wicked!”
“No one cries ‘They won’t return’”
No one lays a Lily on their grave”
Then the reporters joined the fray.
“The good man scorns the Wicked!”
And the group from Witch Weekly joined in.
“Through their lives our children learn...what you miss when you misbehave.”
The crowd quieted down and Harry took over again.
“And Goodness knows, the Wicked’s lives are lonely. Goodness knows the Wicked die alone. It just shows when you’re Wicked, you’re left only, on your own.”
But the rabid crowd completely missed Harry’s pensive tone.
Suddenly the other members of the Wizengamot piped up, purely for the benefit of the print media present, Harry was sure.
“Yes, Goodness knows, the Wicked’s lives are lonely. Goodness knows the Wicked die alone. Nothing grows for the Wicked, they reap only what they sow.”
Harry took the fore once again, desperately trying to make the others try to see his point.
“Are people born Wicked? Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them? After all, he had a father, he had a mother, as so many do...” Harry fell silent as he remembered what Draco had revealed in those few short months they had shared as friends.
The door was open and Lucius Malfoy stood in the doorway. Narcissia was seated in a chair facing him.
“How I hate to go and leave you lonely.”
“That’s alright it’s only for one night.”
“But know that you’re here in my heart when you’re out of my sight.”
Harry spoke from his reviere.
“And like every family...they had their secrets...”
The scene changed to reveal the real secret. Severus Snape seducing Draco’s mother.
“Have another drink my dark-eyed beauty, I’ve got one more night left here in town. So have another drink of this green elixir and we’ll have ourselves another mixer. Have another little swallow little lady and follow me down...”
Harry blinked back to reality. “And of course, from the moment he was born, he was...well...different.”
And then Harry was gone, lost once more in second-hand memories.
“Its coming!”
The midwife, Lucius, and Narcissa were all in the delivery room of St. Mungo’s.
“Now?”
“The baby’s coming!”
“And how!”
“I see a nose, and a curl. It’s a healthy, perfect lovely little...”
“Sweet Merlin!”
By the time of he husband’s startled shout, Narcissa was panicking rather severely.
“What is it? Whats wrong?”
But both the midwife and Lucius ignored her.
“How can it be?”
“What does it mean?”
We were wrong!”
“Its obscene!”
“Like a flouncing, fruity, fairy; the baby is unnaturally...”
They held the newborn up for his mother to inspect.
“Fey!” they all shouted in shock together.
“Take it away.” Lucius said quietly to the midwife, who looked confused. “Take it away!”
“So you see,” Harry cried desperately to the bloodthirsty crowd, “it couldn’t have been easy!”
But they wouldn’t be swayed.
“No one mourns the Wicked! Now at last, he’ll be dead and gone! Now at last theres joy throughout the land!”
Then the Wizengamot joined in again
“And, Goodness knows, we know what Goodness is. Goodness knows the Wicked die alone...”
Harry was nearly in tears. “He’ll die alone!”
“...woe to those, who spurn what Goodness is. They are shown, no one mourns the Wicked!”
“Good news.” Harry sang ironically, in defeat.
“No one mourns the Wicked!”
“Good news.”
“No one mourns the Wicked...Wicked...Wicked!”
The familiar music ground to a halt and the bewildered crowd looked up to Harry and the Wizengamot for a reason as to why they had suddenly broken out in song.
“We will take a few questions and then that’ll be all for today.” Harry said to the gathered reporters. “Yes, Danny.”
“Today The Wizengamot presided over the high profile trial of Draco Malfoy, what was the verdict?”
“Draco Malfoy was found guilty of several charges.” Harry replied, not really seeing anyone, lost as he was in his own memories. “Steve.” He called, gesturing to the next reporter.
“Yes, thank you Mr. Potter. Now, is it true? Were you his friend?”
At that question Harry chuckled quietly.
“Well, I suppose it depends on what you mean by friend. I did know him...I mean our paths did cross, at school.”
Steve nodded and scribbled accordingly.
“Right, Mark then Allen, and that’s all.”
Later that night, back at his flat, Harry sat on his sofa. He nursed a rather large tumbler of scotch, thinking of what he had had to do to Draco, when he was suddenly struck with an idea.
What good was it being the Savior of the Wizarding World if not to use his clout to bust old school chums out of prison?
Feeling much better about his actions, he slugged back the rest of his drink and held up the empty glass with a grin.
“Heres to you Draco,” He chucked the empty glass into the empty fireplace and his grin grew wider at the satisfying shattering sound, “and the Ministry can go fuck themselves.”
IT’S OVER!!
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A/N: Whew! Done! Well I was thinking of doing a non-musical sequel. I'm not going to give away any details, unless you lovely reviewers think I should do it?