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My Evil Plan or Yours?
Chapter 5
Harry dragged himself to his room not bothering to change his clothes, he fell on to bed and begged for sleep. Teaching the eight boys how to cook wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. In fact it was ten times worst. They were in the kitchen seven hours! Hell he could have fed Hogwarts for two days breakfast, dinner, and supper in seven hours. All they had to do was one dish each and they couldn’t even get that right. Dean and Seamus did well, but they were up to something as they would trip him as he would walk by causing him to land on or near Malfoy. He finally had to pull them aside and threaten them, that if they didn’t stop it he would lose the next quidditch game against Slytherin on purpose.
Once he had the Gryffindors under control he had problems with the Ravenclaws. They were both pure-blood and were having trouble with the stove and using muggle measuring equipment. Harry had brought fool proof equipment but he guessed they weren’t wizard proof because the soup was turned into burnt sludge. Once he got them sorted out the Hufflepuffs. They would complain that it was too hard and it was too much work, and the dough they were working with came out hard and lumpy. It took a stinking hex set that every time they complain or stopped working they would get a shock to get their dish to come out right.
Harry rolled over and groaned as the last seven hour flash in his head. He knew teaching Malfoy would be hard but he hadn’t counted on how stubborn and hard head the Slytherin was. He turned a simple desert recipe into a time consuming with the complication of a Wolfsbane Potion! Even then the dessert came out with the consistently of goop. He was close to blasting the blond into the wall as the Slytherin accused him of not teaching them properly. After 2 hours of arguing and Harry doing the dessert to how he had explained it to the Slytherins, using small words for the prat to understand, did Draco finally cave to the wisdom of the smaller boy. Finally at Eleven O’clock did all of them master the four dishes and Harry swore he was never going to teach again. He never in his life thought that he would ever be this happy to leave the kitchen. The Gryffindor pulled the blanket over his tired body and waved the lights out letting the darkness take him.
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“Well how did the lads do?” Ron asked as Harry sat down next to him tiredly.
“I am never doing that again! I would rather do chores for the girls for the rest of the year than go through that hell again.” Harry glared hard at his best friend causing the red hair to shrink back in his seat.
“Come on it couldn’t have been that bad.” Ron squeaked and jumped back when Harry let out a growl that would make Moony proud.
“Potter! Kill you housemate on your own time now pay attention.” Snape snapped at the two Gryffindors. After the war Snape had mellow out just a little bit in his classes. He still favored Slytherins and was still very strict but he no longer took points needlessly. Harry glared at his other Godfather because he saw the laughter in his eyes. He knew that Snape was laughing at him again. Oh it was going to be a long day.
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“We are gathered here once again for a Challenge. Professor Snape and I will once again be judging the event you have one hour to produce a four course meal. We will each give ten points per dish presentation counts as well as taste. At the end the side with the higher score will win this Challenge. Now please give your Request for winning to Professor Snape.” Pansy and Ron approached the potion master with a slip of paper.
“The Ladies Request that the Gentlemen decorate the Hall for the Valentines Dance in two weeks.” All the boys shuttered at the thought. “The Gentlemen Have requested that the Ladies treat them to dinner on the next Hogsmead weekend. Are these terms acceptable?”
“Yes sir.” The girls were very confident that they would win, because without Harry to cook for them the boys couldn’t boil water with out burning it. The Boys were nervous but they wouldn’t back down as they spent most of the night learning to cook they would not fail. Harry on the other was in the crowd praying to every and any deity that would listen for the Lads to pull this challenge with out burning the castle down.
“Very well please will the teams take your places at your assigned table? Everything you requested has been provided. Alright you may begin.” Snape waved his wand at the huge hour glass at the judges table turned over. Suddenly the kitchen was a flurry of noise and excitement. Those that were watching were sitting in bleacher stands that Harry had put up earlier that afternoon. There was a lot of quite chatter mostly from the girls wondering since when did the boys know how to cook. From Harry’s point of view it looked like it was going to be a close match. The girls seemed to have a good menu and were more confident in their skills. He was starting to sweat as the hour was quickly coming to an end and the crowd was counting down.
“5-4-3-2-1!”
“Alright time is up; please bring your dishes forward.” Snape said as he watched the competitors like a hawk making sure there was no last minute cheating. The girls presented stuff mushroom puffs as their appetizer, a traditional chicken noodle soup with Salisbury Steak and potatoes with Crème Brulee as their dessert. It was going to be hard to beat. Even though Harry knew he could beat that menu given the chance, but he also knew the lads couldn’t with their skills and they were forced to go with a simpler menu.
The Gryffindor look to the plates that were being served and he was very proud at their presentation. Maybe they actually learned something last night. The boys severed Fried Breaded Cheese Ravioli as their Appetizer and the Soup was a simple Hungarian Cherry Soup, it was a recipe that Harry had picked up when his Aunt wanted to impress her tea club with international flare. He spent a month at the book stored studying all the different cook books and cooking different dishes till she was please with the menu, just for her to take the credit and praise for his hard work. Shaking the bitterness from his heart he looked back to the boy’s service. They were now severing the Main course which was Pork chops stuffed with Fontina and Prosciutto with sautéed squash and asparagus. The dessert was simple, but Harry was worried, because of the fight he had with Malfoy about it. He was sweating bullets as they brought the fudge Brownies with homemade ice cream on top drizzled with melted chocolate.
The crowd waited with baited breath for the decision. Remus and Snape had no expressions as they ate the food. It was hard to tell what they like or didn’t like, and this had everyone on the edge of their seats. After about twenty minutes of eating and writing down and adding the scores the potions Snape rose from his seat and cleared his throat.
“Each team has the possible score of 80 points. Taste and presentations are a major part of the scoring. Now here are your scores. They Ladies have scored a total of 72 points.” The girls cheered the boys groaned as they were afraid they lost again. “The Gentlemen have scored a total of 78 points. They win this Challenge.”
The boys jumped up and cheered running over to the winning teams. The girls were shocked. Harry on the other hand slumped in his seat with relief. There would no chores to do this time and he had done the impossible and taught Baboons to cook. The girls knew that the professors were being fair, but it just didn’t seem possible. Hermione and Pansy went to Draco’s station where there were brownies still left it the pan. They each ate a small piece and nearly died from the chocolate heaven that melted in their mouths.
“Alright how did you do it? There is no way you guys can cook this good! It tastes like something Harry would make.” Hermione Glared at the winners.
“That’s because it was Harry’s recipes.” Dean Smiled.
“And Harry taught us how to cook!” Seamus said smugly. “You said Harry couldn’t cook in the competition you said nothing about him helping us.”
“He’s right Granger. Who knew they would be smart enough to find the loop hole.” Pansy sneered as she glared at the smirking Slytherins.
“Now, now Pansy you’ll get wrinkles if you glare like that.”
“Shut up Draco. You’re lucky Potter has a soft spot for losers. Come on girls let’s go check out bank books make sure we can afford to feed them and Weasley.” The Slytherin girl called out leading them out of the kitchen.
“Hey I don’t eat that much!”
“Yes, you do!” the crowd of Guys shouted before breaking into laughter.
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It was a nice crisp cool morning perfect for Quidditch. Harry jumped up of bed and began to stretch his muscles. He was happy that his team one the cook-off now it was up to him to win against Ravenclaw. That wasn’t much of a problem but he had to say that they did have a better seeker than they did last year. He dressed in his Quidditch robes and gear and headed down to the dungeons to have breakfast with his godfathers.
“Good morning Harry, you look happy this morning.” Remus greeted as Harry came through the door.
“Yes I’m very happy with last night’s miracle. No chores, a free dinner and a perfect day for quidditch what could be better than that?”
“Yes, it was a miracle Potter. You manage to teach pure-blooded wizards to cook like muggles. It was difficult to judge as they were all very well made. You must be very proud of your students.” Snape said as he sipped his coffee.
“I am. Actually I was just happy they didn’t burn down the castle. It wasn’t easy to teach them and I promise you I am never doing that again. Wild Thestreals could drag me to another cooking class.” Harry stated as he munched on a bit of toast and jam.
“Well I am sure the girls won’t choose that challenge again. So is Gryffindor going to throw another victory party? I hear you have a band.”
“Yeah, some of us have jam sessions and lately we’ve been playing at our victory parties. At first I was embarrassed when Ron threw my on stage and told me to start singing, but I didn’t get booed off and I really had fun.”
“That’s really great Harry we’re happy for you. Oh, look at the time you had better head out to the pitch it’s getting late.” Remus smiled. He was glad that Harry was happy at least for now. His godson never was happy for longer than a day or two. The moody teen seemed to think he wasn’t allowed to be happy or enjoy life.
“Oi! You’re right! I better go before Ron gets his knickers in a twist. I’ll see you two later.” And the Gryffindor ran out as if hell’s demons were nipping at his feet.
“Severus you never told me why you took two points off of Malfoy’s desert.” Severus choked on his coffee as his husband questioned him.
“Their presentation was off.”
“Don’t. Lie. Severus.” The werewolf growled.
“Fine I took two points off because Harry knew Brownies and Ice cream are my favorite and he was bribing me by teaching them how to make it! I didn’t want to show favoritism so I took one point off for taste and one point for presentation.” Remus was surprised. It was a good reason but how did Harry know the potion master’s weakness. “And before you ask Harry found me hording all the brownies and eating all the ice cream he had made for your birthday last year.”
“I see that’s why I only got a cup cake with a candle in it. It was all you left.” Snape blushed as his mate’s merry laughter filled their Quarters.
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It was great game they beat Ravenclaw 370 to 140. Harry had Dobby send up food to the Gryffindor common and Ron would be back from Hogsmead with the butter and fire whiskey soon. Dean, Seamus, and Neville along with the Creevy brothers were tuning and warming up their instruments. He waves his arms around the room and suddenly the room doubled in size. With the extra power he had it was easier to manipulate Hogwarts and expand areas in the castle when he needed it. It was a skill that usually only the headmaster or at least two wizards together could do. ‘Finally there is an upside to having the extra power instead of just blowing up my pillows.’
“Great dance floor Harry.”
“Thanks Hermione. The guys are almost ready, the food and drinks will soon be here and you’re as pretty as a galleon what more could we want.” He smiled as Hermione giggled.
“Oi! Harry quit flirting with my girlfriend and help me with the Butter beer.”
“Coming Ron!”
“Hermione, luv, you want to help us out?”
“Sure Seamus what do you need.” Hermione wandered over to where Seamus and Dean were turning their guitars.
“We want to set Harry up with Malfoy.” Dean whispered.
“What?!”
“”Shhh… we don’t want Ron to hear.” Seamus covered her mouth with his hand and looked to see if any one heard.
“Sorry, but how did you about Harry’s crush?”
“It’s obvious. They are always at each others throat they both are always showing off to one another and the sneaking looks aren’t that sneaky. Plus two gay guys can spot other gay guys in love kilometers away.” The Irishman smirked.
“That and Harry’s singing.” added Dean. “We want you to broadcast to night’s concert because he’s happy today and he’ll be singing out that joy. Maybe if Malfoy hears it’s a Gryffindor singing he’ll come looking for Harry. We’ve notice how he seems to space out when he hears Harry but till now only Gryffindors know its Harry singing. He might not show up tonight but the idea will be planted in his head.”
“I see it might work it might not but alright I’m in. I’ll cast the spell on the Mic he uses. If it doesn’t work I have other plans already in motion for the two love birds.”
“Thanks Hermione, we should have know you were already on the case. Now if only we could do something about his clothes.”
“Oh leave that to me and the girls we’ll have him drop dead gorgeous in time for the Valentines Dance.” Dean and Seamus shrank back as Hermione was giving them a smirk worthy of a Slytherin.
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It wasn’t long before the Party was well on its way to a full out rock concert. The food was great the drinks were flowing and everyone was having a great time. Soon Harry stopped the music charm and took to the stage. The moment his hand touched the Mic the spell was activated and he vice rang through out the castle.
“How’s it going? Everyone having a good time?” the Gryffindors cheered and screamed. “Good. Now is the time for our Gryffindor Band to take the stage. We’re going to rock the tower tonight! Let’s get this Party Started!” the crowd went wild once again. Harry was smiling as the band began to play. He clapped his hands to the beat and began to dance to the music and counted the beat before he let his voice soar.
I have an evil plan
to save the world for every man,
and I think it's better than the way it's being run.
Oh, the ground works laid,
no don't be afraid,
I'm sure that I can fix it,
when I figure out the physics.
My evil plan to save the world,
just you wait 'till it's unfurled,
it'll go down in history.
It's prophetic, no it's not pathetic.
I can't believe I made it up myself.
“This is like listening to a concert on a muggle radio.” Remus Laughed as the Music flooded their rooms.
“It reminds of when you dragged me to that Stones concert just as load and noisy” Snape complained but he wasn’t too upset. Harry did have an amazing voice and the Gryffindor band seemed to have some talent. He hoped his Slytherin would sound least this well if not better at the talent show.
I have an evil plan, to save the world you understand,
the exemplary feat,
you'd think I'd have to cheat.
I'd make Voltaire proud, deep and furrow browed.
Uncanny and so clever,
it's 'Our Newest Plan Ever!'
Got tired of whining,
a grander scheme with silver lining,
for every boy and girl.
We can't be responsible,
for all that's wrong with this world.
“That Voice is in GRYFFINDOR!”
“That’s what it sounds like Dray looks like we’ll have serious competition at the talent show.” Draco ignored Blaise’s comment and began to think about who the voice might be. It was like he knew who the voice was but he couldn’t see the face. He wanted to go up there and crash the party just to see who it was but he knew he would get tossed out before he even made it though the door. All he could do was sit there and enjoy the music but he promised himself he would find he voice no matter what.
My evil plan to save the world,
just you wait 'till it's unfurled,
it'll go down in history.
It's prophetic, no it's not pathetic.
I can't believe I made it up myself.
Harry was having a ball; he danced up to Seamus and they started singing together as the crowd danced and cheered them on.
Starving children in pain,
you can't believe in that God.
The world's not spinning your way,
does every dog still get his day?
Then he pulled Ginny on stage and they danced during the Creevy brothers solo.
My evil plan to save the world,
just you wait 'till it's unfurled,
it'll go down in history.
It's prophetic, no it's not pathetic.
I can't believe I made it up myself.
The crowd went Wild and Harry was grinning like there was no tomorrow. Yes he was happy and he decided to show the world if not then just then just his house mates as he continued to sing long into the night.
AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I’m sorry I forgot to put a note in the last chapter about the song Harry sings. It is called “Creep” by Radiohead. The song in this Chapter is called “My evil plan to save the world” by Five Iron Frenzy. Thanks for reading keep reviewing.
Harry dragged himself to his room not bothering to change his clothes, he fell on to bed and begged for sleep. Teaching the eight boys how to cook wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. In fact it was ten times worst. They were in the kitchen seven hours! Hell he could have fed Hogwarts for two days breakfast, dinner, and supper in seven hours. All they had to do was one dish each and they couldn’t even get that right. Dean and Seamus did well, but they were up to something as they would trip him as he would walk by causing him to land on or near Malfoy. He finally had to pull them aside and threaten them, that if they didn’t stop it he would lose the next quidditch game against Slytherin on purpose.
Once he had the Gryffindors under control he had problems with the Ravenclaws. They were both pure-blood and were having trouble with the stove and using muggle measuring equipment. Harry had brought fool proof equipment but he guessed they weren’t wizard proof because the soup was turned into burnt sludge. Once he got them sorted out the Hufflepuffs. They would complain that it was too hard and it was too much work, and the dough they were working with came out hard and lumpy. It took a stinking hex set that every time they complain or stopped working they would get a shock to get their dish to come out right.
Harry rolled over and groaned as the last seven hour flash in his head. He knew teaching Malfoy would be hard but he hadn’t counted on how stubborn and hard head the Slytherin was. He turned a simple desert recipe into a time consuming with the complication of a Wolfsbane Potion! Even then the dessert came out with the consistently of goop. He was close to blasting the blond into the wall as the Slytherin accused him of not teaching them properly. After 2 hours of arguing and Harry doing the dessert to how he had explained it to the Slytherins, using small words for the prat to understand, did Draco finally cave to the wisdom of the smaller boy. Finally at Eleven O’clock did all of them master the four dishes and Harry swore he was never going to teach again. He never in his life thought that he would ever be this happy to leave the kitchen. The Gryffindor pulled the blanket over his tired body and waved the lights out letting the darkness take him.
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“Well how did the lads do?” Ron asked as Harry sat down next to him tiredly.
“I am never doing that again! I would rather do chores for the girls for the rest of the year than go through that hell again.” Harry glared hard at his best friend causing the red hair to shrink back in his seat.
“Come on it couldn’t have been that bad.” Ron squeaked and jumped back when Harry let out a growl that would make Moony proud.
“Potter! Kill you housemate on your own time now pay attention.” Snape snapped at the two Gryffindors. After the war Snape had mellow out just a little bit in his classes. He still favored Slytherins and was still very strict but he no longer took points needlessly. Harry glared at his other Godfather because he saw the laughter in his eyes. He knew that Snape was laughing at him again. Oh it was going to be a long day.
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“We are gathered here once again for a Challenge. Professor Snape and I will once again be judging the event you have one hour to produce a four course meal. We will each give ten points per dish presentation counts as well as taste. At the end the side with the higher score will win this Challenge. Now please give your Request for winning to Professor Snape.” Pansy and Ron approached the potion master with a slip of paper.
“The Ladies Request that the Gentlemen decorate the Hall for the Valentines Dance in two weeks.” All the boys shuttered at the thought. “The Gentlemen Have requested that the Ladies treat them to dinner on the next Hogsmead weekend. Are these terms acceptable?”
“Yes sir.” The girls were very confident that they would win, because without Harry to cook for them the boys couldn’t boil water with out burning it. The Boys were nervous but they wouldn’t back down as they spent most of the night learning to cook they would not fail. Harry on the other was in the crowd praying to every and any deity that would listen for the Lads to pull this challenge with out burning the castle down.
“Very well please will the teams take your places at your assigned table? Everything you requested has been provided. Alright you may begin.” Snape waved his wand at the huge hour glass at the judges table turned over. Suddenly the kitchen was a flurry of noise and excitement. Those that were watching were sitting in bleacher stands that Harry had put up earlier that afternoon. There was a lot of quite chatter mostly from the girls wondering since when did the boys know how to cook. From Harry’s point of view it looked like it was going to be a close match. The girls seemed to have a good menu and were more confident in their skills. He was starting to sweat as the hour was quickly coming to an end and the crowd was counting down.
“5-4-3-2-1!”
“Alright time is up; please bring your dishes forward.” Snape said as he watched the competitors like a hawk making sure there was no last minute cheating. The girls presented stuff mushroom puffs as their appetizer, a traditional chicken noodle soup with Salisbury Steak and potatoes with Crème Brulee as their dessert. It was going to be hard to beat. Even though Harry knew he could beat that menu given the chance, but he also knew the lads couldn’t with their skills and they were forced to go with a simpler menu.
The Gryffindor look to the plates that were being served and he was very proud at their presentation. Maybe they actually learned something last night. The boys severed Fried Breaded Cheese Ravioli as their Appetizer and the Soup was a simple Hungarian Cherry Soup, it was a recipe that Harry had picked up when his Aunt wanted to impress her tea club with international flare. He spent a month at the book stored studying all the different cook books and cooking different dishes till she was please with the menu, just for her to take the credit and praise for his hard work. Shaking the bitterness from his heart he looked back to the boy’s service. They were now severing the Main course which was Pork chops stuffed with Fontina and Prosciutto with sautéed squash and asparagus. The dessert was simple, but Harry was worried, because of the fight he had with Malfoy about it. He was sweating bullets as they brought the fudge Brownies with homemade ice cream on top drizzled with melted chocolate.
The crowd waited with baited breath for the decision. Remus and Snape had no expressions as they ate the food. It was hard to tell what they like or didn’t like, and this had everyone on the edge of their seats. After about twenty minutes of eating and writing down and adding the scores the potions Snape rose from his seat and cleared his throat.
“Each team has the possible score of 80 points. Taste and presentations are a major part of the scoring. Now here are your scores. They Ladies have scored a total of 72 points.” The girls cheered the boys groaned as they were afraid they lost again. “The Gentlemen have scored a total of 78 points. They win this Challenge.”
The boys jumped up and cheered running over to the winning teams. The girls were shocked. Harry on the other hand slumped in his seat with relief. There would no chores to do this time and he had done the impossible and taught Baboons to cook. The girls knew that the professors were being fair, but it just didn’t seem possible. Hermione and Pansy went to Draco’s station where there were brownies still left it the pan. They each ate a small piece and nearly died from the chocolate heaven that melted in their mouths.
“Alright how did you do it? There is no way you guys can cook this good! It tastes like something Harry would make.” Hermione Glared at the winners.
“That’s because it was Harry’s recipes.” Dean Smiled.
“And Harry taught us how to cook!” Seamus said smugly. “You said Harry couldn’t cook in the competition you said nothing about him helping us.”
“He’s right Granger. Who knew they would be smart enough to find the loop hole.” Pansy sneered as she glared at the smirking Slytherins.
“Now, now Pansy you’ll get wrinkles if you glare like that.”
“Shut up Draco. You’re lucky Potter has a soft spot for losers. Come on girls let’s go check out bank books make sure we can afford to feed them and Weasley.” The Slytherin girl called out leading them out of the kitchen.
“Hey I don’t eat that much!”
“Yes, you do!” the crowd of Guys shouted before breaking into laughter.
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It was a nice crisp cool morning perfect for Quidditch. Harry jumped up of bed and began to stretch his muscles. He was happy that his team one the cook-off now it was up to him to win against Ravenclaw. That wasn’t much of a problem but he had to say that they did have a better seeker than they did last year. He dressed in his Quidditch robes and gear and headed down to the dungeons to have breakfast with his godfathers.
“Good morning Harry, you look happy this morning.” Remus greeted as Harry came through the door.
“Yes I’m very happy with last night’s miracle. No chores, a free dinner and a perfect day for quidditch what could be better than that?”
“Yes, it was a miracle Potter. You manage to teach pure-blooded wizards to cook like muggles. It was difficult to judge as they were all very well made. You must be very proud of your students.” Snape said as he sipped his coffee.
“I am. Actually I was just happy they didn’t burn down the castle. It wasn’t easy to teach them and I promise you I am never doing that again. Wild Thestreals could drag me to another cooking class.” Harry stated as he munched on a bit of toast and jam.
“Well I am sure the girls won’t choose that challenge again. So is Gryffindor going to throw another victory party? I hear you have a band.”
“Yeah, some of us have jam sessions and lately we’ve been playing at our victory parties. At first I was embarrassed when Ron threw my on stage and told me to start singing, but I didn’t get booed off and I really had fun.”
“That’s really great Harry we’re happy for you. Oh, look at the time you had better head out to the pitch it’s getting late.” Remus smiled. He was glad that Harry was happy at least for now. His godson never was happy for longer than a day or two. The moody teen seemed to think he wasn’t allowed to be happy or enjoy life.
“Oi! You’re right! I better go before Ron gets his knickers in a twist. I’ll see you two later.” And the Gryffindor ran out as if hell’s demons were nipping at his feet.
“Severus you never told me why you took two points off of Malfoy’s desert.” Severus choked on his coffee as his husband questioned him.
“Their presentation was off.”
“Don’t. Lie. Severus.” The werewolf growled.
“Fine I took two points off because Harry knew Brownies and Ice cream are my favorite and he was bribing me by teaching them how to make it! I didn’t want to show favoritism so I took one point off for taste and one point for presentation.” Remus was surprised. It was a good reason but how did Harry know the potion master’s weakness. “And before you ask Harry found me hording all the brownies and eating all the ice cream he had made for your birthday last year.”
“I see that’s why I only got a cup cake with a candle in it. It was all you left.” Snape blushed as his mate’s merry laughter filled their Quarters.
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It was great game they beat Ravenclaw 370 to 140. Harry had Dobby send up food to the Gryffindor common and Ron would be back from Hogsmead with the butter and fire whiskey soon. Dean, Seamus, and Neville along with the Creevy brothers were tuning and warming up their instruments. He waves his arms around the room and suddenly the room doubled in size. With the extra power he had it was easier to manipulate Hogwarts and expand areas in the castle when he needed it. It was a skill that usually only the headmaster or at least two wizards together could do. ‘Finally there is an upside to having the extra power instead of just blowing up my pillows.’
“Great dance floor Harry.”
“Thanks Hermione. The guys are almost ready, the food and drinks will soon be here and you’re as pretty as a galleon what more could we want.” He smiled as Hermione giggled.
“Oi! Harry quit flirting with my girlfriend and help me with the Butter beer.”
“Coming Ron!”
“Hermione, luv, you want to help us out?”
“Sure Seamus what do you need.” Hermione wandered over to where Seamus and Dean were turning their guitars.
“We want to set Harry up with Malfoy.” Dean whispered.
“What?!”
“”Shhh… we don’t want Ron to hear.” Seamus covered her mouth with his hand and looked to see if any one heard.
“Sorry, but how did you about Harry’s crush?”
“It’s obvious. They are always at each others throat they both are always showing off to one another and the sneaking looks aren’t that sneaky. Plus two gay guys can spot other gay guys in love kilometers away.” The Irishman smirked.
“That and Harry’s singing.” added Dean. “We want you to broadcast to night’s concert because he’s happy today and he’ll be singing out that joy. Maybe if Malfoy hears it’s a Gryffindor singing he’ll come looking for Harry. We’ve notice how he seems to space out when he hears Harry but till now only Gryffindors know its Harry singing. He might not show up tonight but the idea will be planted in his head.”
“I see it might work it might not but alright I’m in. I’ll cast the spell on the Mic he uses. If it doesn’t work I have other plans already in motion for the two love birds.”
“Thanks Hermione, we should have know you were already on the case. Now if only we could do something about his clothes.”
“Oh leave that to me and the girls we’ll have him drop dead gorgeous in time for the Valentines Dance.” Dean and Seamus shrank back as Hermione was giving them a smirk worthy of a Slytherin.
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It wasn’t long before the Party was well on its way to a full out rock concert. The food was great the drinks were flowing and everyone was having a great time. Soon Harry stopped the music charm and took to the stage. The moment his hand touched the Mic the spell was activated and he vice rang through out the castle.
“How’s it going? Everyone having a good time?” the Gryffindors cheered and screamed. “Good. Now is the time for our Gryffindor Band to take the stage. We’re going to rock the tower tonight! Let’s get this Party Started!” the crowd went wild once again. Harry was smiling as the band began to play. He clapped his hands to the beat and began to dance to the music and counted the beat before he let his voice soar.
I have an evil plan
to save the world for every man,
and I think it's better than the way it's being run.
Oh, the ground works laid,
no don't be afraid,
I'm sure that I can fix it,
when I figure out the physics.
My evil plan to save the world,
just you wait 'till it's unfurled,
it'll go down in history.
It's prophetic, no it's not pathetic.
I can't believe I made it up myself.
“This is like listening to a concert on a muggle radio.” Remus Laughed as the Music flooded their rooms.
“It reminds of when you dragged me to that Stones concert just as load and noisy” Snape complained but he wasn’t too upset. Harry did have an amazing voice and the Gryffindor band seemed to have some talent. He hoped his Slytherin would sound least this well if not better at the talent show.
I have an evil plan, to save the world you understand,
the exemplary feat,
you'd think I'd have to cheat.
I'd make Voltaire proud, deep and furrow browed.
Uncanny and so clever,
it's 'Our Newest Plan Ever!'
Got tired of whining,
a grander scheme with silver lining,
for every boy and girl.
We can't be responsible,
for all that's wrong with this world.
“That Voice is in GRYFFINDOR!”
“That’s what it sounds like Dray looks like we’ll have serious competition at the talent show.” Draco ignored Blaise’s comment and began to think about who the voice might be. It was like he knew who the voice was but he couldn’t see the face. He wanted to go up there and crash the party just to see who it was but he knew he would get tossed out before he even made it though the door. All he could do was sit there and enjoy the music but he promised himself he would find he voice no matter what.
My evil plan to save the world,
just you wait 'till it's unfurled,
it'll go down in history.
It's prophetic, no it's not pathetic.
I can't believe I made it up myself.
Harry was having a ball; he danced up to Seamus and they started singing together as the crowd danced and cheered them on.
Starving children in pain,
you can't believe in that God.
The world's not spinning your way,
does every dog still get his day?
Then he pulled Ginny on stage and they danced during the Creevy brothers solo.
My evil plan to save the world,
just you wait 'till it's unfurled,
it'll go down in history.
It's prophetic, no it's not pathetic.
I can't believe I made it up myself.
The crowd went Wild and Harry was grinning like there was no tomorrow. Yes he was happy and he decided to show the world if not then just then just his house mates as he continued to sing long into the night.
AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I’m sorry I forgot to put a note in the last chapter about the song Harry sings. It is called “Creep” by Radiohead. The song in this Chapter is called “My evil plan to save the world” by Five Iron Frenzy. Thanks for reading keep reviewing.