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Sirius Black
[1/12/04 11:50 PM] AUGH GOD, I JUST REALIZED I FLIPPED REGIE'S AND BRENTS HAIR!! SO NOW I'M CHANGING IT!
Author's Note: The music link is here. You just can't listen to it yet, until the part where the lyrics show up. Cuz that'll ruin things. Plz don't ruin things for yourself. ^__^ so you'll get the link right before the lyrics. somewhere in this chapter. So READ! ^__^
----Chapter 4: Sirius Black----
“I’m not your manager anymore.”
Bags full of new clothe and items dropped to the finely polished floor with crinkling sounds as gasps of shock erupted from the talented mouths of the members of The End.
“Oooohh, Jerry, whyyyy?!” cried Amy, taking their blond ex-manager into her big embrace.
“My new boss assigned me to another group of fresh debuts. I’m going to miss you guys!” Jerry said, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
“What utter JACKASS boss did this despicable act?!” Justin yelled, his features contorting into a mask of fury. Everyone in The End was deeply attached to Jerry Jackson, their very funny, witty, interesting, nice, friendly, totally cool manager. In the short half year they had known him, he had grown on them. This sudden news was obviously devastating to them.
Harry patted Jerry on the back, his face full of sorrow.
“I’m sorry Jerry... I hope you enjoy the new band. Are you sure there’s no way to change this? You can hang out with us anytime, just show up. You know that, right?”
Jerry’s icy blue eyes teared up completely as he looked his object of admiration and friend in the eye. He managed to choke out an okay, trying to hold on to his dignity as a man and not bawl in front of them.
Justin flared up again at the broken look on Jerry’s face, his joy from before, having bought a new super cool guitar pick, vanishing completely.
“Seriously, what’s this jackass boss’s problem?!”
“If I may say so myself, this jackass boss has no problems yet, unless you wish to become one. Which, I assure you, you are quite close to becoming.”
Everyone snapped their head behind them. There, framed in the high-rising doorway, in his best creamy white business robe and a mischievous smirk fit for the Weasley twins, stood...
Harry gave a loud gasp. He couldn’t believe his eyes. His debut company’s new boss was... Draco MALFOY?!
Draco strolled in, ignoring Harry for the moment even though it took all his will power, and said coolly to Jerry, “Now that you’ve said your sweet farewells, I’d like you to go get introduced to your new band. Apparate here.” Draco handed him a picture of the band’s quarters, shooing a sad faced Jerry out of the room.
Turning back to face The End, Draco put on the best indifferent mask he could get under the glare of his long-lost rival.
“Well... introductions now, shall we? I, Draco Malfoy, am the new boss of your company. Since your band interests me the most, I have decided that I shall also be your personal manager too. So, nice to meet you all.”
After his short introduction, Draco looked to his right at the man with black hair with green streaks here and there. Justin, gathering that he was expected to introduce himself, started a bit wobbly.
“Uhh, m-my name’s Justin Retcher. I’m the guitarist.”
“I’m Amy Pink, the bass guitarist. Nice to meet you!” said Amy, ever the cheerful one.
“I’m Regie Grate, the keyboardist,” Regie nodded his head in greeting.
“My name’s Brent Callaway. The drummer. I’m the life of this band, seriously.” Brent stated jokingly, receiving a harsh punch from Amy.
Draco turned to Harry. Harry just stared back unblinkingly, as if contemplating Draco’s ulterior motives. Which, Draco thought, was quite possibly what he was doing.
After a bit of silence, Amy, not noticing the fierce looks passing between the two, nudged Harry, making him break his eye contact.
“You’re supposed to introduce yourself, Harry, dear oblivious one,” she said with a slight smile.
Harry sighed and stated matter of factly, “Harry. The singer and other guitarist.”
Draco smirked at Harry unwillingness to communicate civilly with him, but decided to let it slide.
“Well, I propose we have a little bit of a party, what, with all these new things. And also in celebration of our new tour plans,” said Draco.
Justin used ‘scourgify’ on his ear, trying to clean out any ear wax that might be obstructing his hearing.
“What, excuse me? Did you say new tour plans? Aren’t we going to France?”
“Yeah, France!” piped in Amy at the same time Brent muttered, “I like France...”
“I’m sure you’ll love our new destination. I’ll tell you in a few days after I get all the final arrangements done,” Draco said, ending the subject.
***
As Draco suggested, The End got out the left over booze from yesterday’s party and started to drink and talk again. Harry, of course, sat opposite of Draco, never really meeting his eyes again.
Amy kept shooting personal questions at Draco, like if he was super rich (“Yes, of course. I’m rolling in it.”), where he lived (“You’re never going to know that.”), where he went to school (“Hogwarts” “REALLY?! SO YOU KNEW HARRY?!” “Yeah.”), and if he was married (“No!” [which was said a bit too quickly]). Before long, all four members of The End were getting drowsy from way too much alcohol which seemed to be accumulating from yesterday too, decided to go back to their own homes seeing that it was ten o’clock at night anyways. They were exhausted from their shopping trip and, well, the beer.
After everyone left, it was only Harry and Draco. Draco made to bid Harry a good night too, but found himself under an intense gaze worthy of coming from an Auror.
“Malfoy. What do you want with this band?” Harry accused, eyeing him critically.
“Nothing.”
Harry narrowed his eyes.
“Really, honestly, nothing. You know, Potter, you need to stop holding school grudges. The war is over. Besides, you know that I never joined that side anyways.”
“I’m still keeping an eye on you...” Harry said warily.
Draco rolled his eyes, “I’m SERIOUSLY not going to do anything bad to this band. You can trust me.”
Harry was surprised. There was an earnest look in Draco’s eyes, and Harry didn’t expect it to be there. A silent moment passed between the two, Harry thinking if he should relax a bit. He decided to give Draco the benefit of the doubt.
Running a hair through the hairs on the back of his neck, he asked awkwardly, “Uh... so how... have you been? I haven’t seen you in two years, right?”
Draco smiled, seeing that Harry was letting his guard down.
“I’ve been alright. I had to take over my father’s company and stuff since he died, you know.”
“Oh,” was all Harry said, still sitting there awkwardly.
“How about you? How did you start this band?”
Harry laughed a bit, “It’s a really long story. The shortened version is that I was karaoke-ing with some Gryffindor friends and, well. I discovered another talent other than Quidditch.”
“Oh yes, Quidditch,” Draco said, remembering how Harry had been a superb seeker in school, “have you played lately?”
“No. Don’t really have time.”
Draco quirked an eyebrow, “But you love Quidditch.”
Harry shrugged, “Yeah, I suppose I do.”
“So why not play once in a while? Even in my busy work schedule, I still find the time to fly around. Makes life a lot more interesting, you know.”
“Well, my life is already pretty interesting...”
Draco just realized that he had basically stated that his life was boring. Quite true, Draco thought, as I have just discovered how bland it really is. But he can’t know that. “Well, you won’t get anything bad out of playing. Nothing bad ever happens to you on a broom.”
Harry glared jokingly at Draco (Oh Godric, did he just jokingly look at Malfoy? Since when was he this friendly with him? thought Harry.). “Except that bludger incident in second year. And the dementors in third year, along with your little charade.”
“Hey!” Draco exclaimed, genuinely laughing for the first time in forever, “Your fear of dementors was practically calling for me to taunt it! Besides, you did something or other, and surprised us real bad and we ended up in giant trouble. So I say that evens it out.”
Harry sighed, “Whatever, Malfoy.” He looked at his watched and gave a start. It was already eleven o’clock, practically an hour after everyone else had left.
“Wow, it’s eleven already. Godric, I’m tired. I got to go, Malfoy. It was... interesting, and nice, I guess, meeting you again. You’ve changed,” Harry said, looking sincerely at Draco.
“Yeah, I guess. Nice seeing you again too,” Draco said, smiling.
“Well... see you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
As Harry walked out, pulling his jacket around him closer in the chill of the night, his mind reeled at the Malfoy he met today. He surely turned a new leaf. He was almost... pleasant.
I suppose my band can play something in welcome to him, thought Harry, smiling. And I know just the song. A certain little thing I wrote for fun during the summer between third year and fourth year...
----
Draco felt mighty good, having had a very pleasant conversation with Harry, excluding those uncomfortable moments. He went to bed looking forward to going to The End’s headquarters again tomorrow.
***
Draco opened the door and looked around in shock. The usual plain off-white and brown colorings of the room had turned to Gryffindor and Slytherin colors. The band was warming up in the middle of the room, and Draco saw that they had Hogwarts robes on. What striked him as funny was that Justin had magiked his hair blond, and had it slicked back. Sort of like how he had his hair back in his previous years of Hogwarts. And Regie had made his dirty blond hair turn black, and it looked a bit... greasy. Amy looked suspiciously like Hermione, her black hair turned brown and wavy and her eyes not pink anymore, but a brown color. And then there was Brent, who’s original brown, wavy hair was now flaming red. Like Weasley’s.
Harry smiled when he saw Draco open the door and stare around in awe. It took a while to decorate the room like this, and for everyone to get in ‘costume’.
“Malfoy! This is your welcoming song!” Harry said, beaming, “Listen carefully, now. It’s pretty funny, if you ask me. Remember Sirius Black?”
Draco, having walked over to stand in front of the band, nodded dumbly, wondering what they were going to be playing.
“Well, this song is called Sirius Black (4). I wrote it during the summer between third and fourth year. I was mighty bored, as you will be able to tell. It's sort of like a parody of my whole third year. Enjoy!”
And with that, Draco was sat down on the couch and the band started.
Author's Note: OKAY LINK NOW!!
---> http://vobbo.com/video/upload/5628/1168647948.mp3
SERIOUSLY YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS!! ITS THE BEST SONG EVER!! oh yeah, and ignore the beginning where its like, this is blahblah and ur listening to the docter demento show or w/e.
Oh my Lord, Crabbe, Goyle, look at that Potter. He thinks he's so great just because the Dark Lord gave him a cut on his head twelve years ago. But, you know, who deserves to understand the Dark Lord anyway? He only talked to Potter through that book because he wanted to take care of unfinished business, okay? I mean, Potter's friends are just so revolting. I can't believe he hangs out with that mudblood girl. And that Weasley. And his hair. It's so... black!
(Harry:)
It's my third year and I cannot lie
You other wizards can't deny
After I broke free from the Dursleys' barge
Having blown up my Aunt Marge
I escaped with my hair all mussed
Got aboard the old Knight Bus
Its speed is so exciting
You'd think Keanu was driving
The minister said, "No problem"
In the Leaky Cauldron
I thought that I'd be finished
Faster than you could say ("Qui-Qui-Quidditch")
Diagon Alley with Ron and Hermione
That book of monsters
Bite my hand off it wants ta!
Crookshanks is after Ron's pet rat Scabbers
That cat, that rat, in a Tom and Jerry spat
I heard some dreadful news
There's a madman on the loose
He killed twelve muggles with just one spell
And now he's mad as hell
So Ron ("Yeah?") Ron ("Yeah?")
Who's the world's most wanted man? ("Dunno")
That prisoner ("Prisoner?") Prisoner ("Prisoner")
Who escaped from Azkaban
Sirius Black
(Toad chorus:)
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double double toil and trouble
Something wicked this way comes
(Harry: "Sirius Black")
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double double toil and trouble
Something wicked this way comes
(Harry:)
Dementors on the train drive me insane
I just can't help myself, I'm cold and I've fainted
My brain is tainted
With memories of ("AAAAA!") VOLDEMORT ("AAAAAAA!")
I'm not talking bout Malfoy
His father's just one of Voldy's toys
Professor Trelawny's a Seer
But if you ask me her lesson's just a bunch of guessin
She tells me I'll die any second
So I'm in class with Remus
Boggart's gone with "Riddikulus!"
If I study bonus I'll produce a full Patronus
They took away the broom I got for Christmas
Want to check it for jinxes
Can't even go to Hogsmeade unless I've got the Marauder's Map
Malfoy's full of crap, and I want to go after Black
They say he'll kill at will
But I'd rather fry the guy
'Cause he's bad, and he's mad
He betrayed my mom and dad!
So Hermione ("What?") Hermione ("What?")
I'd rather find him than have him find me ("Harry...")
He's one bad mugglef- ("Shut your mouth!")
Even Malfoy's got to shout
Malfoy: Sirius Black, you know Potter, when it comes to the dark arts that Sirius guy's got nothing on my extended family.
Harry: Shut up, Malfoy, this is my rap!
Malfoy: Scared, Potter?
Harry: You wish
Malfoy: Come on, give up the mike!
Harry: I said no.
Malfoy: Professor! Potter's not lettin' me represent for the Dark side!
Snape: Potter, let Malfoy kick it old school or it's detention!
Malfoy: I've got a weak arm you know
Harry: Alright fine, here it is!
Malfoy: Heh, this one's for all the Slytherins, bi-otch.
So you think you can curse or damn me
Or say my acting's hammy
But if you want me to care then understand me:
My pureblood family
Don't want buds unless they're not mudbloods!
When they intermarry with muggles
It just makes me sick to my gut
I bought my way into Quidditch
You can do that when your father's rich
It's power I desire - you don't see me sing in no choirs!
When an animal bites my arm
I can do it far more harm
'Cause my dad can claim that it maimed the students
And then execute it
Some wizards want to go to Gryffindor
But me I want a little bit more
Than the small, meek and measley
Like the bottom-feeders Weasley
They love non-magic folk
Is it any wonder they're broke?
Now this Sirius guy has come kickin'
And I understand if you're chicken
But Potter if it were me, I'd want revenge you see
I'd curse his ass and send him back
Into the Shrieking Shack, Sirius Black!
(Toad chorus:)
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron...
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
(Harry:)
Why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?
Draco was almost doubling over in laughter by the end of this song. It was so damn FUNNY and so ACCURATE of how annoying he had been (Yes, he did acknowledge that he was a git in school)! He loved the impression of Snape. Oooh, that was RICH.
Harry laughed along with Malfoy, pushing the thought that it was weird laughing with Malfoy instead of at him to back of his head. The rest of The End just chuckled, not knowing the whole story behind this song.
After calming down, Draco, who had never laughed so hard in his life and was still grinning as an aftereffect, told them how talented they were and gave encouraging words.
“Now, no matter how talented you guys are, you’ll have to keep in tip-top shape. Especially during our tour.”
“Oh yeah, the tour! Are you going to tell us where we’re going to go now?” asked Amy, her eyes, now pink again, shining excitedly.
Draco smiled, and uttered four words that left everyone gasping and wholly excited at the tour they were to go on in just three more weeks.
“United States of America.”
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TBC!!!!!!!
(4) Sirius Black by Tony Goldmark. I'm in love with this song. Seriously. My favorite part was when Draco said "bi-otch" and started rapping. ^__^
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----Chapter 4: Sirius Black----
“I’m not your manager anymore.”
Bags full of new clothe and items dropped to the finely polished floor with crinkling sounds as gasps of shock erupted from the talented mouths of the members of The End.
“Oooohh, Jerry, whyyyy?!” cried Amy, taking their blond ex-manager into her big embrace.
“My new boss assigned me to another group of fresh debuts. I’m going to miss you guys!” Jerry said, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
“What utter JACKASS boss did this despicable act?!” Justin yelled, his features contorting into a mask of fury. Everyone in The End was deeply attached to Jerry Jackson, their very funny, witty, interesting, nice, friendly, totally cool manager. In the short half year they had known him, he had grown on them. This sudden news was obviously devastating to them.
Harry patted Jerry on the back, his face full of sorrow.
“I’m sorry Jerry... I hope you enjoy the new band. Are you sure there’s no way to change this? You can hang out with us anytime, just show up. You know that, right?”
Jerry’s icy blue eyes teared up completely as he looked his object of admiration and friend in the eye. He managed to choke out an okay, trying to hold on to his dignity as a man and not bawl in front of them.
Justin flared up again at the broken look on Jerry’s face, his joy from before, having bought a new super cool guitar pick, vanishing completely.
“Seriously, what’s this jackass boss’s problem?!”
“If I may say so myself, this jackass boss has no problems yet, unless you wish to become one. Which, I assure you, you are quite close to becoming.”
Everyone snapped their head behind them. There, framed in the high-rising doorway, in his best creamy white business robe and a mischievous smirk fit for the Weasley twins, stood...
Harry gave a loud gasp. He couldn’t believe his eyes. His debut company’s new boss was... Draco MALFOY?!
Draco strolled in, ignoring Harry for the moment even though it took all his will power, and said coolly to Jerry, “Now that you’ve said your sweet farewells, I’d like you to go get introduced to your new band. Apparate here.” Draco handed him a picture of the band’s quarters, shooing a sad faced Jerry out of the room.
Turning back to face The End, Draco put on the best indifferent mask he could get under the glare of his long-lost rival.
“Well... introductions now, shall we? I, Draco Malfoy, am the new boss of your company. Since your band interests me the most, I have decided that I shall also be your personal manager too. So, nice to meet you all.”
After his short introduction, Draco looked to his right at the man with black hair with green streaks here and there. Justin, gathering that he was expected to introduce himself, started a bit wobbly.
“Uhh, m-my name’s Justin Retcher. I’m the guitarist.”
“I’m Amy Pink, the bass guitarist. Nice to meet you!” said Amy, ever the cheerful one.
“I’m Regie Grate, the keyboardist,” Regie nodded his head in greeting.
“My name’s Brent Callaway. The drummer. I’m the life of this band, seriously.” Brent stated jokingly, receiving a harsh punch from Amy.
Draco turned to Harry. Harry just stared back unblinkingly, as if contemplating Draco’s ulterior motives. Which, Draco thought, was quite possibly what he was doing.
After a bit of silence, Amy, not noticing the fierce looks passing between the two, nudged Harry, making him break his eye contact.
“You’re supposed to introduce yourself, Harry, dear oblivious one,” she said with a slight smile.
Harry sighed and stated matter of factly, “Harry. The singer and other guitarist.”
Draco smirked at Harry unwillingness to communicate civilly with him, but decided to let it slide.
“Well, I propose we have a little bit of a party, what, with all these new things. And also in celebration of our new tour plans,” said Draco.
Justin used ‘scourgify’ on his ear, trying to clean out any ear wax that might be obstructing his hearing.
“What, excuse me? Did you say new tour plans? Aren’t we going to France?”
“Yeah, France!” piped in Amy at the same time Brent muttered, “I like France...”
“I’m sure you’ll love our new destination. I’ll tell you in a few days after I get all the final arrangements done,” Draco said, ending the subject.
***
As Draco suggested, The End got out the left over booze from yesterday’s party and started to drink and talk again. Harry, of course, sat opposite of Draco, never really meeting his eyes again.
Amy kept shooting personal questions at Draco, like if he was super rich (“Yes, of course. I’m rolling in it.”), where he lived (“You’re never going to know that.”), where he went to school (“Hogwarts” “REALLY?! SO YOU KNEW HARRY?!” “Yeah.”), and if he was married (“No!” [which was said a bit too quickly]). Before long, all four members of The End were getting drowsy from way too much alcohol which seemed to be accumulating from yesterday too, decided to go back to their own homes seeing that it was ten o’clock at night anyways. They were exhausted from their shopping trip and, well, the beer.
After everyone left, it was only Harry and Draco. Draco made to bid Harry a good night too, but found himself under an intense gaze worthy of coming from an Auror.
“Malfoy. What do you want with this band?” Harry accused, eyeing him critically.
“Nothing.”
Harry narrowed his eyes.
“Really, honestly, nothing. You know, Potter, you need to stop holding school grudges. The war is over. Besides, you know that I never joined that side anyways.”
“I’m still keeping an eye on you...” Harry said warily.
Draco rolled his eyes, “I’m SERIOUSLY not going to do anything bad to this band. You can trust me.”
Harry was surprised. There was an earnest look in Draco’s eyes, and Harry didn’t expect it to be there. A silent moment passed between the two, Harry thinking if he should relax a bit. He decided to give Draco the benefit of the doubt.
Running a hair through the hairs on the back of his neck, he asked awkwardly, “Uh... so how... have you been? I haven’t seen you in two years, right?”
Draco smiled, seeing that Harry was letting his guard down.
“I’ve been alright. I had to take over my father’s company and stuff since he died, you know.”
“Oh,” was all Harry said, still sitting there awkwardly.
“How about you? How did you start this band?”
Harry laughed a bit, “It’s a really long story. The shortened version is that I was karaoke-ing with some Gryffindor friends and, well. I discovered another talent other than Quidditch.”
“Oh yes, Quidditch,” Draco said, remembering how Harry had been a superb seeker in school, “have you played lately?”
“No. Don’t really have time.”
Draco quirked an eyebrow, “But you love Quidditch.”
Harry shrugged, “Yeah, I suppose I do.”
“So why not play once in a while? Even in my busy work schedule, I still find the time to fly around. Makes life a lot more interesting, you know.”
“Well, my life is already pretty interesting...”
Draco just realized that he had basically stated that his life was boring. Quite true, Draco thought, as I have just discovered how bland it really is. But he can’t know that. “Well, you won’t get anything bad out of playing. Nothing bad ever happens to you on a broom.”
Harry glared jokingly at Draco (Oh Godric, did he just jokingly look at Malfoy? Since when was he this friendly with him? thought Harry.). “Except that bludger incident in second year. And the dementors in third year, along with your little charade.”
“Hey!” Draco exclaimed, genuinely laughing for the first time in forever, “Your fear of dementors was practically calling for me to taunt it! Besides, you did something or other, and surprised us real bad and we ended up in giant trouble. So I say that evens it out.”
Harry sighed, “Whatever, Malfoy.” He looked at his watched and gave a start. It was already eleven o’clock, practically an hour after everyone else had left.
“Wow, it’s eleven already. Godric, I’m tired. I got to go, Malfoy. It was... interesting, and nice, I guess, meeting you again. You’ve changed,” Harry said, looking sincerely at Draco.
“Yeah, I guess. Nice seeing you again too,” Draco said, smiling.
“Well... see you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
As Harry walked out, pulling his jacket around him closer in the chill of the night, his mind reeled at the Malfoy he met today. He surely turned a new leaf. He was almost... pleasant.
I suppose my band can play something in welcome to him, thought Harry, smiling. And I know just the song. A certain little thing I wrote for fun during the summer between third year and fourth year...
----
Draco felt mighty good, having had a very pleasant conversation with Harry, excluding those uncomfortable moments. He went to bed looking forward to going to The End’s headquarters again tomorrow.
***
Draco opened the door and looked around in shock. The usual plain off-white and brown colorings of the room had turned to Gryffindor and Slytherin colors. The band was warming up in the middle of the room, and Draco saw that they had Hogwarts robes on. What striked him as funny was that Justin had magiked his hair blond, and had it slicked back. Sort of like how he had his hair back in his previous years of Hogwarts. And Regie had made his dirty blond hair turn black, and it looked a bit... greasy. Amy looked suspiciously like Hermione, her black hair turned brown and wavy and her eyes not pink anymore, but a brown color. And then there was Brent, who’s original brown, wavy hair was now flaming red. Like Weasley’s.
Harry smiled when he saw Draco open the door and stare around in awe. It took a while to decorate the room like this, and for everyone to get in ‘costume’.
“Malfoy! This is your welcoming song!” Harry said, beaming, “Listen carefully, now. It’s pretty funny, if you ask me. Remember Sirius Black?”
Draco, having walked over to stand in front of the band, nodded dumbly, wondering what they were going to be playing.
“Well, this song is called Sirius Black (4). I wrote it during the summer between third and fourth year. I was mighty bored, as you will be able to tell. It's sort of like a parody of my whole third year. Enjoy!”
And with that, Draco was sat down on the couch and the band started.
Author's Note: OKAY LINK NOW!!
---> http://vobbo.com/video/upload/5628/1168647948.mp3
SERIOUSLY YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS!! ITS THE BEST SONG EVER!! oh yeah, and ignore the beginning where its like, this is blahblah and ur listening to the docter demento show or w/e.
Oh my Lord, Crabbe, Goyle, look at that Potter. He thinks he's so great just because the Dark Lord gave him a cut on his head twelve years ago. But, you know, who deserves to understand the Dark Lord anyway? He only talked to Potter through that book because he wanted to take care of unfinished business, okay? I mean, Potter's friends are just so revolting. I can't believe he hangs out with that mudblood girl. And that Weasley. And his hair. It's so... black!
(Harry:)
It's my third year and I cannot lie
You other wizards can't deny
After I broke free from the Dursleys' barge
Having blown up my Aunt Marge
I escaped with my hair all mussed
Got aboard the old Knight Bus
Its speed is so exciting
You'd think Keanu was driving
The minister said, "No problem"
In the Leaky Cauldron
I thought that I'd be finished
Faster than you could say ("Qui-Qui-Quidditch")
Diagon Alley with Ron and Hermione
That book of monsters
Bite my hand off it wants ta!
Crookshanks is after Ron's pet rat Scabbers
That cat, that rat, in a Tom and Jerry spat
I heard some dreadful news
There's a madman on the loose
He killed twelve muggles with just one spell
And now he's mad as hell
So Ron ("Yeah?") Ron ("Yeah?")
Who's the world's most wanted man? ("Dunno")
That prisoner ("Prisoner?") Prisoner ("Prisoner")
Who escaped from Azkaban
Sirius Black
(Toad chorus:)
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double double toil and trouble
Something wicked this way comes
(Harry: "Sirius Black")
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double double toil and trouble
Something wicked this way comes
(Harry:)
Dementors on the train drive me insane
I just can't help myself, I'm cold and I've fainted
My brain is tainted
With memories of ("AAAAA!") VOLDEMORT ("AAAAAAA!")
I'm not talking bout Malfoy
His father's just one of Voldy's toys
Professor Trelawny's a Seer
But if you ask me her lesson's just a bunch of guessin
She tells me I'll die any second
So I'm in class with Remus
Boggart's gone with "Riddikulus!"
If I study bonus I'll produce a full Patronus
They took away the broom I got for Christmas
Want to check it for jinxes
Can't even go to Hogsmeade unless I've got the Marauder's Map
Malfoy's full of crap, and I want to go after Black
They say he'll kill at will
But I'd rather fry the guy
'Cause he's bad, and he's mad
He betrayed my mom and dad!
So Hermione ("What?") Hermione ("What?")
I'd rather find him than have him find me ("Harry...")
He's one bad mugglef- ("Shut your mouth!")
Even Malfoy's got to shout
Malfoy: Sirius Black, you know Potter, when it comes to the dark arts that Sirius guy's got nothing on my extended family.
Harry: Shut up, Malfoy, this is my rap!
Malfoy: Scared, Potter?
Harry: You wish
Malfoy: Come on, give up the mike!
Harry: I said no.
Malfoy: Professor! Potter's not lettin' me represent for the Dark side!
Snape: Potter, let Malfoy kick it old school or it's detention!
Malfoy: I've got a weak arm you know
Harry: Alright fine, here it is!
Malfoy: Heh, this one's for all the Slytherins, bi-otch.
So you think you can curse or damn me
Or say my acting's hammy
But if you want me to care then understand me:
My pureblood family
Don't want buds unless they're not mudbloods!
When they intermarry with muggles
It just makes me sick to my gut
I bought my way into Quidditch
You can do that when your father's rich
It's power I desire - you don't see me sing in no choirs!
When an animal bites my arm
I can do it far more harm
'Cause my dad can claim that it maimed the students
And then execute it
Some wizards want to go to Gryffindor
But me I want a little bit more
Than the small, meek and measley
Like the bottom-feeders Weasley
They love non-magic folk
Is it any wonder they're broke?
Now this Sirius guy has come kickin'
And I understand if you're chicken
But Potter if it were me, I'd want revenge you see
I'd curse his ass and send him back
Into the Shrieking Shack, Sirius Black!
(Toad chorus:)
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron...
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
(Harry:)
Why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?
Draco was almost doubling over in laughter by the end of this song. It was so damn FUNNY and so ACCURATE of how annoying he had been (Yes, he did acknowledge that he was a git in school)! He loved the impression of Snape. Oooh, that was RICH.
Harry laughed along with Malfoy, pushing the thought that it was weird laughing with Malfoy instead of at him to back of his head. The rest of The End just chuckled, not knowing the whole story behind this song.
After calming down, Draco, who had never laughed so hard in his life and was still grinning as an aftereffect, told them how talented they were and gave encouraging words.
“Now, no matter how talented you guys are, you’ll have to keep in tip-top shape. Especially during our tour.”
“Oh yeah, the tour! Are you going to tell us where we’re going to go now?” asked Amy, her eyes, now pink again, shining excitedly.
Draco smiled, and uttered four words that left everyone gasping and wholly excited at the tour they were to go on in just three more weeks.
“United States of America.”
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TBC!!!!!!!
(4) Sirius Black by Tony Goldmark. I'm in love with this song. Seriously. My favorite part was when Draco said "bi-otch" and started rapping. ^__^
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