Title: Hogswarts Musical
Author: Laen
Chapter: (2) Return to School
Summary: Imagine High School Musical... Harry Potter style!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, and if High School Musical did belong to me heaven knows I wouldn't be writing this =P the songs are from the High School Musical soundtrack... I did not write them, so DON'T SUE!
Author's Note: It's a day late... but I have a good reason!! I JUST finished my English and my Math final, and studying had completely killed me so... I crashed >__<. However, I made this chapter a bit more... interesting, so I hope it makes up for the lateness~ It will be curving away from the original movie (ever so slightly), but in the end... it's all good xD this chapter won't include any HSM music, but as you continue reading, you'll noticed there's A LOT of Harry~
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Harry James Potter was a funk; he had been in a funk ever since the first day of the new year. Why? The reason was simple: he met a beautiful girl the night before, but let her slip away before he had to chance to really get to know her.
Although he had gotten her cell phone number, for some reason she wasn't picking up. Harry kept getting the same annoying message about how "the customer you are currently calling is unavailable" and how he should call back later.
However, after calling back once every hour for an entire afternoon and evening, Harry became grumpy. He had approached the front desk and asked for the room number of someone named "Hermione", but there was no one under that name. Harry assumed her name didn't appear because she was there with her family, but when he tried to ask any further questions he was told customer information was confidential.
To say that he was unhappy about the situation would have been an understatement. Unfortunately, there was nothing Harry could do, and a week later he was back in Scotland, preparing for the start of school at Hogwarts.
The snow outside had stopped falling, and although Harry had been invited several times by Ginny for a snowball fight, or a stroll around the school, or a visit to the kitchens for a snack, he had denied her invitation each time.
At the end of his sixth year Snape was discovered by Harry to be a spy for the other side. By the time Dumbledore was alerted, Snape had already kidnapped several students and even a teacher from the school. Ginny was one of the students. Although it took the Order a short two hours to find the whereabouts of the group and send a rescue team, but the damage had been done.
Professor McGonagall had died protecting the students-more specifically Ginny. Snape had tried to torture the youngest Weasley to get information about Harry, but the Gryffindor Head stepped in and dueled with Snape for a bit before falling honorably. The loss of Minerva McGonagall had hit Harry hard, as the Transfigurations professor was the one who gave Harry the chance to begin playing Quidditch. McGonagall was the one who had given Harry his first broom, and allowed him to have a childhood of joy and happiness.
Words of bitterness were thrown between Harry and Ginny, most of them from Ginny as Harry was too tired to try to argue or explain. The next few months between the two Gryffindors were awkward, as Ginny clung onto Harry and refused to let go. When the final battle finally took place at Hogwarts, the youngest Weasley had tried to join Harry on the battlefield. However, her attempts failed when Ron stunned her and locked her up with the rest of the students in Gryffindor tower.
Almost immediately after Harry had defeated Voldemort, Ginny approached him with the idea of getting back together. But six months had changed Harry, and the seventeen year old boy-no, man, knew that Ginny wasn't the one. Winter break arrived four days later, and as a suggestion from Dumbledore, Harry left the country to relax.
Now that he had returned to Hogwarts, Ginny continued her hunt, and Harry resorted to moping around the castle. No one knew why Harry was in this `funk' , not even Sirius Black, who had pulled Harry aside the day he was back to ask what was wrong.
Harry's best friend, Ronald Weasley had tried cheering him up, but only succeeded after realizing Harry didn't really want to talk about his winter break. The two Gryffindors had spent the first few days before the school year going over Quidditch plays on the field, despite the cold weather. By the time the day before class rolled by, Harry had finally convinced himself that pining over a girl he didn't know that well wasn't worth it.
He was in the Gryffindor common room working on his Charms essay when Neville, Seamus, Dean and Ron strolled in, talking loudly about new transfer students. Harry wasn't too concerned, as Dumbledore had mentioned some students would be transferring to Hogwarts since the war was finally over.
The Patil twins were apart of the group of students that were transferring to Hogwarts. They were returning from Beaubaxton, after their parents switched them over in the summer. The two of them were part of the six students that had been kidnapped by Snape back in June. The Gryffindor boys were happy to see them return, as Lavender was the only Gryffindor female in seventh year after Pavarti had left, and she already had a boyfriend.
Harry wasn't at all interested, but the talk of dating and girls brought back thoughts of Hermione, and that threw him back into his funk. He was staring off into space when the amount of chatter increased in the Gryffindor common room. It seemed the new students had arrived. Two loud squeals told him that Lavender and Parvati had requited, and the gasps from a few transfer students told him they had finally noticed him.
"Bloody hell it's Harry Potter!" a kid, who looked like he was in his third year, cried out before running towards Harry with a piece of parchment and a quill.
"Could I have your autograph?" he asked, ignoring the laughter that came from the boys from Harry's year.
Ron stepped up and swung his arm around Harry, giving the new kid a smile.
"You know what, you're in luck. All of Harry's mates who fought with him in the war are here. We'll all give you our autographs-for free too."
A look of shock appeared onto the kid's face as he recognized Ron for who he was.
"Ronald Weasley? Aren't you the reserve keeper for the Cannons?"
Dean, Seamus, Neville and Harry all burst into laughter from the expression on Ron's face, as the youngest male Weasley had been waiting for someone to acknowledge it. The rest of the Gryffindors hadn't mentioned it to avoid hearing Ron rant about the Cannons, but it was obvious this kid was a fan.
"Gimme that parchment, what's your name?" Ron asked, grabbing the piece of parchment and the quill out of the kid's hands and beginning to write.
"James. James Wing. I was named after your dad, Mr. Potter." James said, turning his attention back at Harry.
"Call me Harry," the Gryffindor Quidditch captain mumbled, shutting his charms textbook.
He still had seven inches to go on his essay, and the suddenly addition of people in the common room was making it difficult to concentrate.
"Your dad saved my family, I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for him," James continued, as if Harry hadn't spoken.
"I've been told he was a great Auror." Harry said, with a forced smile.
He suddenly wanted to get out of the common room. The opportunity arrived when Ron finished signing the parchment. Harry grabbed the quill out of Ron's hand and scribbled something quickly to James, before getting up to leave.
"Here you go. I'd love to stay and chat, but I have a Charms essay to complete." Harry handed the parchment and quill back to James, before throwing his stuff into his bag and heading towards the common room exit.
The crowd moved to let him pass, but Harry had to stop when someone suddenly stepped into his view.
"Harry?"
He looked up, and found himself staring into chocolate brown eyes. The same chocolate brown eyes he had seen back in New York on New Years Eve. Shock flashed through his eyes, but his expression remained the same.
"Hermione."
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