Hogwarts Musical by Laen Rating: G Genres: Drama, Romance Relationships: Harry & Hermione Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6 Published: 22/01/2007 Last Updated: 01/02/2007 Status: Paused Imagine... High School Musical - but Hogwarts style! Join Harry as he falls in love with Hermione, starting with the first note! 1. New Years Eve ---------------- **Title:** Hogswarts Musical **Author:** Laen **Chapter:** (1) New Years Eve **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:** All those who have the soundtrack—break it out! Listening to the song while reading the lyrics makes it easier to visualize all of this! ~*~ The snow fell was falling hard outside, and for the first time in his life Harry Potter was on vacation with the Dursleys. They were in New York, and while Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin were waiting for the ball to drop, Harry was in the lounge listen to people sing very off-key and writing up tactics for the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin. It was his final year at Hogwarts, and Gryffindor was just points away from winning both the Quidditch and House cup. He had just defeated Voldemort days ago, and as a suggestion from Dumbledore decided to join his `family' on the trip abroad. Of course, the so called `vacation' wasn't really with his family. While the Dursleys lived on the eleventh floor of the five star hotel Harry was staying at the top suite, enjoying the wonderful view. Harry had made it clear to the Dursleys before he came that he would be paying for himself, and after seeing the look of shock on their face when he pulled out his Visa, he was glad he took up Dumbledore's suggestion. *`But Harry, did you really come all this way just to worry about Quidditch?'* a familiar voice asked inside his head. Taking a deep breath and sighing, Harry closed his notes and shut his eyes. Sirius was right. Although his God-Father was busy with marking and tutorial lessons for other students during the winter break, Sirius Black had made it very clear that Harry was to relax on his trip to New York. After all, it was his first time aboard—anywhere! Sitting back and taking a good look at his surroundings, Harry noticed the time on the wall: 11:37PM; just under half an hour until midnight. Shifting his view around the room once again, he began to take in all that was happening. Mean while, across the room... “Hermione, it's New Years Eve. Enough reading,” a woman said before she took the book out of her daughter's hands. “Oh but, mum, I'm almost done!” Hermione cried out, jumping to her feet as she tried to get her book back. “No Hermione! It's nearly midnight! You're sitting in the middle of the lounge—where there is a party, and you're reading?” “Oh... fine, but can I at least have my book back?” Hermione asked with a pout. Jane Granger sighed before handing the book back to her daughter. “Your father and I will be—” “I know mum, don't worry.” Hermione cut in, giving her mother a smile for reassurance. Jane returned the smile, before giving her daughter a light pat on the shoulder and walking off. Hermione gave the cover of her book a quick glance before rolling her eyes and getting to her feet in search of a good place to sit; a place that had somewhat of a good view. Although she loved to read, she also respected her mother's wishes, and it wasn't very often that her mother would ask her to take a break from reading. After finding a good seat near the karaoke stage, Hermione sat down and watched the two people on stage finish singing their song. They were singing fairly off key, but she couldn't complain. She barely had the guts to get up there to begin with, who was she to comment? When the song finally came to an end, Hermione adjusted her attention to the game of pool that was happening a few feet away, not bothering to listen to the host. “All right! How about that for a couple of New Yorkers?” the crowd cheered loudly, and the host continued. `Yeah! Who's gonna rock the house next? Huh?” jumping off the stage, the host began to look through the crowd. Harry had been staring off into space just thinking about nothing when suddenly a bright light fell upon him. Next thing he knew, he was pulled up by two people, and thrown up onto the stage. “Wait? What?” he cried out, completely out of the loop as to what was happening. At the same time, Hermione was going through the same thing. “I can't—I really can't! No!” but it was too late, she had been shoved onto the stage. “You know, someday you two might thank me for this,” the host smiled at Harry, before handing him a microphone and noticing the look of panic on his face, “or not.” The look of panic on Harry's face was about to get worse when the boy who lived suddenly noticed the girl standing next to him. The expression on her face was unreadable, and it didn't look like she wanted to be there either. As the music began, Harry realized it was too late to step out now, so he might as well sing the first few lines before getting off. *“Living in my own world* *Didn't understand* *That anything can happen* *When you take a chance...”* Turning around about preparing to leave, Harry was left breathless when he heard the girl next to him sing. *“I never believed in* *What I couldn't see* *I never opened my heart...”* *“Whoa...”* Harry suddenly jumped in. *“To all the possibilities...* *I know that something has changed...* *Never felt this way* *And right here tonight**...”* *“This could be the start* *Of something new* *If feels so right* *To be here with you... whoa...* *And now looking in your eyes* *I feel in my heart* *The start of something new...”* The crowd cheered loudly, and every pair of eyes in the room was suddenly locked onto the two teenagers. *“Now who'd of ever thought that* *We'd both be here tonight... yeah...* *And the world looks so much brighter... brighter...* *With you by my side* *I know that something has changed* *Never felt this way* *I know it* *for real* *This could be the start* *Of something new* *It feels so right* *To be here with you... whoa...* *And now looking in your eyes* *I feel in my heart* *The start of something new...”* It was at that moment, did Harry decide he was going to `*get into it**'*. Grabbing the stand his microphone was on, he continued the song. *“I never knew that it could happen* *Till it happened to me... whoaaaa yeah!”* His actions seemed to have helped the girl standing next to him loosen up, cause the next lines were filled with passion. *“I didn't know it before* *But now it's easy to see...”* *“It's a start* *Of something new* *It feels so right* *To be here with you* *And now looking in your eyes* *I feel in my heart...* *That it's the start* *Of something new* *It feels so right* *To be here with you* *And now looking in your eyes* *I feel in my heart* *The start of something new...”* *“Start of something new...”* *“The start of something... new…”* Panting and gasping for air, Harry stared at the girl standing in front of him in amazement. He had never heard anyone sing like that before in his life. At the same time, Hermione stood across from him with her heart pounding. She couldn't believe she managed to make it through the first few lines without fainting! Holding his hand out towards the girl in front of him, Harry introduced himself. “Harry.” “Hermione.” The girl said, her accent causing Harry to raise his eyebrows. The two of them stepped down from the stage as the host returned to lure more unsuspecting teenagers, searching for a much quieter location to continue their conversation. “You um, did a really great job up there!” Harry said with a smile on his face. Hermione blushed and shook her head lightly. “No, seriously, you have an amazing voice,” Harry stated as the two of them made their way up the stairs and towards the balcony. “Not really...” Hermione mumbled, turning red from the compliment. “You're a singer, right?” Harry asked, his smile widening when Hermione nodded to confirm his guesses. “I'm in the choir at Bau—I mean, at school, that's all. I tried to do a solo last year and nearly fainted.” Hermione confessed. “Really? Why is that?” Harry asked. “I took one look at all the people staring at me and the next thing I knew I was staring at the ceiling. End of solo career.” Hermione laughed. Harry stared at her with a look of shock on his face before continuing. “With the way you sang tonight, that's pretty hard to believe.” “Well that was the first time I did that.” Hermione blurted out, “I mean it was brilliant!” “I know! Completely!” Harry agreed. “Well you sounded like you've sung a lot, too.” Hermione commented, watching as Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Yeah sure. My showerhead is very impressed with me.” Hermione laughed, finding herself enjoying the conversation between Harry and her. The conversation however, was cut short when suddenly... “9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4...” “3...” Harry joined in. “2...” Hermione whispered before throwing a glance towards Harry, and feeling butterflies in her stomach when she noticed him staring back. “1... HAPPY NEW YEARS!” Fireworks could be seen in the sky, and Harry laughed when he saw the sight. “Um, I guess I better go find my parents and wish them a happy new year.” Hermione said, mentally preparing herself for whatever Harry could say next to her. “Oh, um, yeah... uh... I'll call you—tomorrow! If that's alright...” A smile appeared onto Hermione's face before she pulled her cell phone out. “Yeah, definitely!” she said, exchanging phones with Harry. “Here, put your number in,” Harry said before he pushed a few buttons on the cell phone and taking a photo of himself. “Here you go... oh, hang on a sec...” Harry took a photo of Hermione, and saved it into his cell phone memory before recognizing the brand of phone Hermione had. “Hey, it's that a Weasleys Wizard Wheezes model—” he turned around, but found no one. Staring down at his magical cell phone and taking a good look at the photo he had taken of Hermione, he smiled weakly. “Hermione.” --> 2. Return to School ------------------- **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~ ~*~ 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.” -->