A Wandering Minstrel

A Wandering Minstrel and The Three Little School Girls

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and The Mikado are the property of their respective authors.

Off stage the air was filled the heady excitement of first night jitters, except for the main player. A feeling of imminent doom had settled around a lone figure slumped in the corner of the bustling stage. He was dreading what he was going to have to do in a few minutes.

Some how, he had been talked in to it. The great 'Harry Potter' in a musical, 'oh sorry' he couldn't forget how angry that made Draco. It was a 'theatrical opera',

"Five minutes to curtain"

Across the stage Seamus who had the classic clip board under one arm was looking at his watch and alerted the rest of the cast and crew, to what Harry secretly considered his final embarrassing doom.

Slumping even further down he could feel his costume crumple and pulled himself straight, he didn't want to see Lavenders face if he managed to ruin his costume, she'd kill him.

The bustling crowd began to bustle faster and Harry pulled back further into his corner to avoid getting crushed by scenery, worried cast, and an over anxious Trewalny who 'merlin know how' was the teaching supervision to this project of Draco's.

Some how, she had got it into her head that someone was going to die tonight, involving a chandelier. Harry wasn't surprised about the dying part. Even after all the practice and pleading, on his part, all Draco had to do to get him to do anything was look at him in that special way, he was going to hang himself before he took a step on stage.

But he wanted to know where she was going to get the chandelier from, in Hogwarts dining hall.

Trying not to chew his bottom lip and thus ruin the make up Terry had spent an hour on Harry stood up from his corner and slowly began to creep along the wall. He would have given anything for his invisibility cloak right about now, but Draco, the spoil sport had hidden it from him a month ago when he was missing too many practices.

Harry, couldn't see why he was to one who had to do this. He didn't even want to audition but, Draco and Hermione had talked him into it.
'A joke' they said,

'Something we can laugh about when we have to sit through it.'

As soon as he stood on stage he knew he had been set up because instead of Draco standing to the side ready to give him a consolation kiss he was already sitting next to Hermione who was sitting in the director chair with a pile of papers in front of her and an ascot around her neck.

It was a set up, he tried to sing badly but he knew Hermione had heard him sing. Once he jumped off the stage he strode out of the hall and through the doors. Only to be told later by Draco that he, Harry Potter, was playing 'Yum Yum' and Draco was going to be Nanki - Poo.

With this declaration, Harry remembered the look in Hermione and the female cast and crew who always seemed to be hanging around when he was practicing or at his costume fittings.

He tried to ask Hermione why all the girls, kept sighing when he was on stage, especially once the growth charm was placed on his hair and put into two school girl braids and he was in costume.

"Ah, ha. . ." A firm hand grabbed the back of Harry's neck. "You are not sneaking away. There are too many girls out in that audience that will lynch me if you don't turn up on stage."

Standing up straight Harry looked down at Neville who was the assistant director and was taking his job with extreme seriousness.

"If you try to sneak away one more time I'm going to have tell Hermione and you don't want me to do that." Pulling himself out of the grasp Harry sighed. He was well and truly trapped.

From the other side of the stage Seamus screamed his final warning. "Curtain up in one minute. Where's our Nanki- Poo?"

Harry and Neville were pushed to the side as the chorus lined up for the first number and their entrance.

With growing dread Harry watched as the opera began and when Draco appeared Harry's mouth watered and he wished that his boyfriend wasn't on stage and that they were alone in their rooms. Under the lights, Draco's hair shone and gave him the look of an angel that didn't so much fall as, he just fell in with the wrong crowd.

He seemed to be feeding off the attention of the crowd, glowing with each burst of applause. Unable to bite his lip in frustration Harry hoped his dress was baggy enough his hide his reaction to his boyfriend.

Enchanted by Draco, Harry would have almost missed his que if Neville hadn't pushed him into line with the chorus.

Stepping out on to the stage, the light's bright and the smell of welting wax was strong. Taking a deep breath Harry began to sing. And the applause began . . .

With the last ovation and the curtains drawn together for the final time Harry was leaning hard against Draco both panting and laughing Harry turned to his boyfriend who's arms were filled with flowers and smiled. "You know that wasn't that bad, what should we do next year?"

Authors Note
All I can say is that I was attacked by a vicious plot bunny. But it was soundly defeated and I can continue with my normal stories. I blame the blood in my sugar sytem for this story. Harry dressed as Yum Yum singing Three Little Maids . . .mmmmmm

ARTIST: Gilbert and Sullivan
TITLE: Three Little Maids from School
Lyrics


[Mikado]

Three little maids from school are we
Pert as a school-girl well can be
Filled to the brim with girlish glee
Three little maids from school

Everything is a source of fun
Nobody's safe, for we care for none
Life is a joke that's just begun
Three little maids from school

Three little maids who, all unwary
Come from a ladies' seminary
Freed from its genius tutelary
Three little maids from school
Three little maids from school

One little maid is a bride, Yum-Yum
Two little maids in attendance come
Three little maids is the total sum
Three little maids from school
Three little maids from school

From three little maids take one away
Two little maids remain, and they
Won't have to wait very long, they say
Three little maids from school
Three little maids from school

Three little maids who, all unwary
Come from a ladies' seminary
Freed from its genius tutelary
Three little maids from school
Three little maids from school