Dumbledore's Insane, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the songs.

AN: AHHH!! Another musical!! Well, technically, it's a karaoke fic. Whatever. I've still gone insane. James Potter's Bloody Awesome Notebook, is yet again being held off. I guess I'm just lazy. Well, for those of you who were waiting for it, TOO BAD!! MUA-HA-HA-HA-HA!! I've been hanging around with Fred, George and Sirius too much, haven't I? Anyway, the moral of this ridiculously long monologue is that the lyrics are in italics.

Dumbledore's Insane

Dumbledore was innocently sitting in his office, when BAM!

The best idea he had ever had, hit him.

It was the end of Harry's fifth year, and everyone knew that Voldemort, or as Dumbledore liked to call him, Cupcake, was back.

The students needed a HUGE boost in morale, so what other way to do it then karaoke?

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It was the end-of-the-year feast, and everyone looked gloomy.

That is, until Dumbledore yelled, "KARAOKE TIME!!"

No one, other than Dumbledore knew about this, so everyone was puzzled, except for the muggle-borns, when Dumbledore brought a black box up onto the stage.

"Alright, Dumbledore said," Dumbledore said.

Everyone was puzzled at Dumbledore's sudden inclination towards talking in the third person. But, they shrugged it off. Dumbledore was one mad hatter. Have you seen his hat collection?

Anyway, Dumbledore went on to explain what karaoke was, and then finally said, "If you want to, write your name on a slip of paper, and put it in my purple cashmere Dolce and Gabbana limited edition holidays hat of 1967. We will draw names out, to decide who goes next. Don't worry. Everyone who puts in his or her name will get to go. The rules are, no curse words, and you must dedicate your song to someone."

The students looked a bit apprehensive, like they did at all of Dumbledore's 'genius' ideas, but looked excited anyway. Hordes of students rushed up to put in their names.

"Okay…" drawled Dumbledore. "The first student is… Draco Malfoy!"

Draco sauntered up, and said into the microphone (which Dumbledore had insisted upon using, with a mad glint in his eyes, for authenticity), with a sultry look in his eye, "This is for you Harry James Potter."

Harry backed away, behind Ron and Hermione, looking quite scared.

You told me

You'd wait here patiently but

I wonder if he's kidding

Well maybe he could be serious now

Maybe not

Because

Love is crazy

Pretty baby

Take it real slow

My feelings show

All you have to do

Is never ever let it go

My feelings show

And I want you to know

I'm sorry it's taking me so long

To find out what I'm feeling

I wonder if it will come to me

Maybe not

Because

Love is crazy

Pretty baby

Take it real slow

My feelings show

All you have to do

Is never ever let it go

My feelings show

And I want you to know

My feelings show

I want you to know

What I'm trying to say is that

I'm feeling a change and

I'll let it take over

If you need time away

I won't ask you to stay

But I don't want to lose you

Love is crazy

Pretty baby

Take it real slow

My feelings show

All you have to do

Is never ever let it go

My feelings show

Love is crazy

Pretty baby

Take it real slow

My feelings show

All you have to do

Is never ever let it go

My feelings show

And I want you to know

My feelings show

Never ever let it go

My feelings show

Never ever let it go

My feelings show

Never ever let it go

My feelings show

"Okay," said Dumbledore. "That was Draco Malfoy singing Feelings Show."

"I will never love you!" Harry called from behind Ron and Hermione. "I love-"

Here Harry broke off, blushing.

"Yeah!" shouted a voice from the Ravenclaw table. "Harry's MINE!!"

Everyone turned around to see an angry Terry Boot jump on a gloomy Malfoy, trying to rip his hair out.

Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini could be seen running out of the hall, sobbing what could be deciphered as "Stupid-Draco-not-loving-me-I-HATE-YOU-HARRY!!"

Oblivious to what was happening with the students, Dumbledore called Harry to go next.

"Umm…" Harry started. "I guess this is dedicated to the fact that I didn't fit in till Hogwarts."

Whatever you do, I'll do it too

Show me everything and tell me how

It all means something

And yet nothing to me

I can see there's so much to learn

It's all so close and yet so far

I see myself as people see me

Oh, I just know there's something bigger out there

I wanna know, can you show me?

I wanna know about these

Strangers like me

Tell me more, please show me

Something's familiar about these strangers like me

Every gesture, every move that she makes

Makes me feel like never before

Why do I have

This growing need to be beside her?

Ooo, these emotions I never knew

Of some other world far beyond this place

Beyond the trees, above the clouds

I see before me a new horizon

I wanna know, can you show me?

I wanna know about these strangers like me

Tell me more, please show me

Something's familiar about these strangers like me

Come with me now to see my world

Where there's beauty beyond your dreams

Can you feel the things I feel?

Right now, with you

Take my hand

There's a world I need to know

I wanna know, can you show me?

I wanna know about these strangers like me

Tell me more, please show me

Something's familiar about these strangers like me

… I wanna know

"That was Harry Potter singing Strangers Like Me. Next up… Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle."

Ginny grinned. She knew there was a secret message in Harry's song. And if it was for her, well, that she'll find out after her song.

Crabbe and Goyle walked up to Dumbledore's makeshift stage, and said in unison, "This is for Draco Malfoy."

Uh huh, life's like this

Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is

Cause life's like this

Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is

Chill out whatcha yelling for?

Laid back it's all been doen before

And if you could only let it be

You will see

I like the way you are

When we're flying on your broomstick

And you're talking to me one on one but you've become

Somebody else round everyone else

You're watching your back like you can't relax

You're trying to be cool you look like a fool to me

Tell me

Why do you have to go around and make things so complicated

The way you're acting like your somebody else gets me frustrated

Life's like this you

And you fall and you crawl

And you break

And you take what you get and you turn it into honesty

And promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it-

"DAMN!" shouted Crabbe.

"Yes?" asked Dumbledore.

"We've forgotten the words!" replied a severely upset Goyle.

"How can you? It's karaoke!" a student muttered.

"Only Goyle and Crabbe," another sniggered.

Meanwhile, Malfoy slowly backed out into the hall, away from his mental cronies.

Unfortunately for him, there, Pansy and Blaise where waiting to smother him in kisses.

"Well, that was Crabbe and Goyle, attempting to sing Complicated. Next we have… Ron Weasley!"

Ron paled visibly, and went up to the microphone.

"Umm… this is for you, Hermione."

Ron swallowed, and started to sing.

So she sad what's the problem baby

What's the problem I don't know

Well maybe I'm in love… love

Think about it every time

I think about it

Can't stop thinking 'bout it

How much longer will it take to cure this?

Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love…love

Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love

Come on, come on

Turn a little faster

Come on, come on

The world will follow after

Come on, come on

Cause everybody's after love

So I said I'm a snowball running

Running down into the spring that's coming all this love

Melting under blue skies

Belting out sunlight

Shimmering love

Well baby I surrender

To the strawberry ice cream

Never ever end of all this love

Well I didn't mean to do it

But there's no escaping your love

These lines of lightning

Mean we're never alone

Never alone, no, no

Come on, come on

Move a little closer

Come on, come on

I wan to hear you whisper

Come on, come on

Settle down inside my love

Come on, come on

Jump a little higher

Come on, come on

If you feel a little lighter

Come on, come on

We were once

Upon a time in love

We're accidentally in love

Accidentally in love

Accidentally

I'm in love, I'm in love

Accidentally

Accidentally,

Accidentally

Come on, come on,

Spin a little tighter

Come on, come on

And the world's a little brighter

Come on, come on

Just get yourself inside her

Love… I'm in love

Ron blushed, as Hermione's eyes bulged.

"Well, that was Mr. Weasley singing Accidentally in Love. Next, we shall have Ms. Granger, I think."

This time it was Hermione's turn to blush, as she ascended the stairs to the karaoke machine.

"I guess this song goes out to you, Ron."

Ron's eyes popped straight out of his eye sockets, and he would have fainted, had Harry not slapped him hard across the back.

I thought that I was too old to believe in fairy tales

Bu there's a letter from you waiting when I check my mail

I start to shaking like a 7 on the Richter scale when you say you love me

Look in the mirror and I'm not who I used to be at all

It's coming clearer

I'm Cinderella at the ball I'm Alice growing 10 feet tall

It's not just make believe

Here comes the prince's kiss, I'm positive the slipper fits

It's not just make believe

It started out like just another ordinary day

Now suddenly my life is different in every way

The sun is brighter and the happiness is here to stay

It's like I'm dreaming

Thank you for showing me that true love doesn't hurt when you fall

You got me glowing

I'm Cinderella at eh ball, I'm Alice rowing 10 feet tall,

It's not just make believe

Here comes the prince's kiss

I'm positive the slipper fits

It's not just make believe

Whenever,

Wherever,

Forever,

I'll be with you

We have it's magic

Ohhhh…

Look in the mirror and I'm not who I used to be at all

It's coming clearer

I'm Cinderella at the ball, I'm Alice growing 10 feet tall

It's not just make believe

It's finally happening, I feel s good I gotta sing

It's not just make believe

I'm Ariel above the sea, I'm Beauty dancing with that Beast

It's not just make believe

Here comes the prince's kiss, I'm positive the slipper fits

It's not just make believe

Ohhh yeah

It's not just make believe

Ohhh yeah yeah ohhh yeah

It's not just make believe

"I love you Ron!" Hermione called out.

"I love you too!" Ron replied.

They ran towards each other and started snogging madly.

"Get a room, will, you?" an irate Harry asked; he hadn't gotten his long-time crush to snog him.

So and Hermione pranced off, to find an empty broom closet they could occupy.

"Well, that was Hermione Granger singing It's Not Just Make Believe."

The school barely heard, they were all cheering about the fact that Ron and Hermione had FINALLY gotten together. Even the Slytherins were happy. They actually have hearts, you know. Just merciless cold ones.

Lavender did look kind of sour, though.

"Ginny Weasley! Please come up!"

Ginny did, and spoke into the microphone, "This is for you, Harry."

Hoping with all his heart that Ginny would not be singing about how she hated him, Ginny started singing.

I used to think maybe you loved me,

Now baby I'm sure

And I just can't wait till the day

When you knock on my door

Now every time I go for the mailbox

Gotta hold myself down

'Cause I just can't wait

Till you write me you're coming around

I'm walking on sunshine, wooah

And don't it feel good!

Hey alright now

And don't it feel good!

I use to think maybe you loved me

Now I know that it's true

And I just can't spend my whole life

Just awaiting for you

I don't want you back for a weekend

Not back for a day

'Cause baby I just want you back

And I want you to stay

I'm walking on sunshine, wooah

And don't it feel good!

Hey, alright now

And don't it feel good!

I'm walking on sunshine

I feel alive, I feel the love, do wop, do wop

I'm walking on sunshine, wooah

And don't it feel good!

I'm walking on sunshine

I'm walking on sunshine, do wop, do wop

I'm walking on sunshine

I'm walking on sunshine, do wop, do wop

I'm walking on sunshine

I'm walking on sunshine, do wop, do wop

I'm walking on sunshine

"And that was Ginny Weasley, singing Walking on Sunshine."

The scene that happened next, was much like the scene that happened one song before, with Ron and Hermione.

Except, this time, there were many of Harry's fan girls who were upset that Harry was dating some one other than them.

"STOP STEALING MY HARRY!" Cho Chang yelled at Ginny. But she eventually settled down, and continued her daydream about starting an 'I Love Harry Potter' shop in Diagon Alley.

And there was Fred and George, who were glaring at Harry for snogging their baby sister

But, before they could do anything, Dumbledore called them up.

"We dedicate this," George started.

"-To ol' toad-faced Umbridge!"

Cruella de Vil

If she doesn't scare you

No evil thing will

To see her is to take a sudden chill

Cruella, Cruella de Vil

The curl of her lips

The ice in her stare

All innocent children had better beware

She's like a spider waiting for the kill

Look out for Cruella de Vil

At first you think Cruella is the devil

But after time has worn away the shock

You come to realize,

You've seen her kind of eyes,

Watching you from underneath a rock!

This vampire bat!

This inhuman beast!

She ought to be locked up,

And never released!

The world was such a wholesome place,

Until Cruella, Cruella de Vil

Fred and George finished with large, swooping bows, and a large applause coming form the students. None if them had liked Umbridge.

"That was Fred and George Weasley singing Cruella de Vil!"

Even though he was yelling into a microphone, Dumbledore could still barely be heard over the tumultuous applause.

After he waited for the cheering to die down (it took precisely ten minutes), Dumble dore whipped a name out of his hat, and said "Now we shall have Parvati and Padma Patil!"

The twins stepped up, and Parvati said into the microphone, "This is dedicated to all of our ancestors!"

We are Siamese if you please

We are Siamese if you don't please

We are from a residence of Siam

There is not finer cat then I am

Do you see that thing swimming round and round

Maybe we can reach on in and make it drown

If we sneaking up upon it carefully

There will be head for you and a tail for me

We are Siamese if you please

We are Siamese if you don't please

Now we're looking over our new domisile

If we like we stay for maybe quite a while

Do you hear what I hear a baby cry

Where we finding baby there's milk near by

And if we look in baby buggy there could be

Plenty of milk for you and also some for me

We are Siamese if you please

We are Siamese if you don't please

Now we're looking over our new domisile

If we like we stay for maybe quite a while

We are Siamese if you please

We are Siamese if you don't please

We are from a residence of Siam

There is no finer cat than I am

There are no finer cats than we am

Parvati and Padma finished, and swooped back down to their seats.

"Wait, I thought they were Indian?" said an utterly confused Colin Creevey.

"Eh, Parvati's still hot to me," replied Dean Thomas, who was staring at Parvati.

"Padma's got it going on too," said Anthony Goldstein, over at the Ravenclaw table, who was staring at Padma.

"That was Parvati and Padma Patil's rendition of the Siamese Cat Song. Luna Lovegood, you're next."

Luna hurried up, and said, "I'm not really sure who this is for, so I'll just say Daddy, and the Quibbler."

One day when I came home at lunchtiem,

I heard a funny noise

Went out to the back yard to find out if it was

One of those rody boys

Stood there with my neighbor called Peter

And a Flux Capacitor

He told me he built a tiem machine

Like one in a film I've seen

Yeah, yeah… he said…I've been to the year 3000

Not much has changed but they lived under water

And your great great great granddaughter

Is doing fine…is doing fine

He took me in the flux thing

And I saw everything

Boy bands, and another one, and another one

Girls there with round hair, like Star Wars float above the floor

We drove around in a time machine

Like the one in a film I've seen

Yeah, yeah… he said…

He said, I've been to the year 3000

Not much had changed but they lived under water

And your great great great granddaughter

Is doing fine…is doing fine

I took a ship to the year 3000

This song had gone multi-platinum

Everybody bought our seventh album

It had outsold Kelly Clarkson

I took a ship to the year 3000

This song had gone multi-platinum

Everybody bought out seventh album, seventh album, seventh album

He told me he built a time machine

Like the one in a film I've seen

Yeah, yeah…

I've been to the year 3000

Not much has changed bu they lived underwater

And your great great great granddaughter

Is doing fine…is doing fine

He said, I've been to the year 3000

Not much had changed but they lived underwater

And your great great great granddaughter

Is doing fine…is doing fine

He said, I've been to the year 3000

Not much has changed but they lived underwater

And your great great great granddaughter

Is doing fine… is doing fine!

Luna took a large breath as she finished her song.

"That was Luna Lovegood, singing Year 3000."

"Wow, she has a good singing voice," Dean remarked.

"Yep, and she's pretty hot," Seamus said.

"I agree," Neville said dreamily.

"I said! Mr. Finnegan, Mr. Thomas, and Nr. Longbottom are up next!"

The three tinged pink, as they made their way up to the stage.

"This is for Luna!"

She's into superstitions,

Black cats and voodoo dolls

I feel a premonition,

That girl's gonna make me fall

She's into new sensations

New kicks and candlelight

She's got a new addiction for every day and night

She'll make you take your clothes off

And go dancing in the rain!

She'll make you live her crazy life

But she'll take away your pain

Like a bullet to the brain!

Upside inside out

Livin la Vida loca

She'll push and pull you down

Living la Vida loca

Her lips are devil red

And her skin's the color mocha

She will wear you out

Living la Vida loca

Upside inside out

Living la Vida loca

She'll push and pull you down

Living la Vida loca

She'll push and pull you down

Living la Vida loca

Her lips are devil red

And her skins the color mocha

She will wear you out

Living la Vida loca

"OH. MY. GAWD!! SEAMUS!! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!" Lavender cried out, bursting into sobs.

Seamus hurried down to comfort her, but every time he touched her, she shoved him off.

Dean shrugged, and went to snog Parvati.

What happened between Neville and Luna was pretty much what happened to Ron and Hermione and Harry and Ginny before, but this time, people were just looking at them oddly.

Oh, and before they started snogging, they checked the broom cupboard for nargles.

"Okay… That was Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom singing La Vida Loca."

Dumbledore reached into his hat, and pulled out another slip, spending a few seconds reading it before saying aloud, "Lavender Brown, you're up, now!"

Lavender immediately stood up, and dried up her face.

"I dedicate this song to myself," she said in a high, girly voice.

Most of the students rolled their eyes.

Someday I will find my prince

He may be far away

But I know he will come

Someday

Prince of my dreams

Far away

To call my own

Someday

Someday my prince will come

Someday I'll find a love

And how thrilling that moment will be

When the prince of my dreams comes to me

He'll whisper I love you

And steal a kiss or two

Though he may be far away

I will find my love someday

Someday we'll say and do

The things we've been longing to

And I'll know him the moment we meet

For my heart will start skipping a beat

Someday when my dreams come true

Somewhere waiting for me

There's someone I'm longing to see

Someone I can't help but adore

Who will thrill me forever more?

Someday we'll say and do

The things we've been longing to

And I'll know him the moment we meet

For my heart will start skipping a beat

Someday when my dreams come true

One day my prince will come

And I will find my love

And I'll know it the moment we meet

Prince of my dreams

Far away

To call my own

Someday

Prince of my dreams

Far away

To call my own

Someday

Prince of my dreams

Far away

To call my own

Someday

Prince of my dreams

Far away

To call my own

Someday

"AN HE ISN'T YOU, SEAMUS AND WON-WON!!"

"Okay. What's her problem?" muttered Hannah Abott.

"Meh! WHERE'S MY PRINCE?!" Lavender broke down, and started crying, running out of the hall.

"He's right here!" Seamus called, to no effect. "DAMNIT! I'M YOUR PRINCE, RIHT HERE!!"

Seamus then chased after her.

"Brilliant show methinks!"

"Albus, why are you speaking in the Elizabethan tongue?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"I should be able to speak in slang if I want to!"

Seeing McGonagall's confused expression, he added, "I grew up in the Elizabethan era."

"Well, that rules out any chance of a romance between us."

"What do you mean, Minerva?"

"The age difference! It's too large!"

"I still don't understand, you have to be at least born in the Victorian era."

"Well, I never!"

McGonagall, much to the surprise of the students, stomped on Dumbledore's foot, and stormed out of the hall.

Err, well, she only got to the doors of the great hall, before Dumbledore called out, "Wait! Minerva! What about our song! We cannot very well skip it!"

"Oh, very well," McGonagall said, making her way back up to the teacher's table.

"That was Miss Brown singing Some Day My Prince Will Come. Ooh! I hope my prince comes too!"

The staff and students shrugged at Dumbledore's usual behavior.

"Now, as Cupcake, I mean, Lord Voldemort, is back, we teachers have prepared a song to prepare you.

"Redundant much?" asked Zacharias Smith.

"WHAT? HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME?!" screamed Dumbledore.

He waved his wand, and Smith became a slug.

The whole student body, and staff, cheered for Dumbledore, and his extremely good deed (no one, not even his parents, liked Smith very much).

"Well, settle down and listen. And Professor Flitwick, please fetch those who are currently in the broom closets."

Professor Flitwick, who was too small to do anything, just performed a summoning charm.

Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Luna all flew into the great hall. They sat down, looking quite flushed. Lavender and Seamus came flying in, too. Last of all to come were James and Lily Potter.

"BLOODY HELL!!" exclaimed Harry.

Lily knit her eyebrows, and reprimanded, "Don't curse, Harry James Potter!"

Harry then fainted.

"Oh dear," Lily muttered.

"Wait, your ALIVE? It though you were dead!" a bewildered Ron asked.

James scoffed. "James and Lily Potter, dead? We're invincible!"

"Then why weren't we informed of this?" Ron cut in.

Susan Bones called over from Hufflepuff, "Everyone knew, except you two."

Ron then turned to Hermione, "YOU knew, and didn't tell us?"

"Oh, it was funny, watching you not be able figure it out."

"Wait, if you were alive, then why wasn't it you who took care of Harry?"

"Well, we went to see Dumbledore after our supposed death," Lily started.

"And we decided to visit our favorite broom closet," James continued.

"And have stayed there ever since."

"Snogging."

"That's sick, man."

"WELL, if you're down with your little find-out information-that-you-never-knew-before-and-could-drastically-change-your-life fest, then the staff and I would really like to get on with our show," said Dumbledore.

"Go ahead, Dumby," said James.

"Dumby?" asked Michael Corner.

"DON'T SAY THE ACURSED NAME! DIE CORNER! AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Corner dropped dead, and the students and staff cheered again, they didn't like Corner much either.

"Well, shall we get on with it?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"Right. Students, we are singing this song to warn you about what to do when Cupcake, err, Lord Voldemort, comes near."

There was a turtle by the name of bert

And Bert the turtle was very alert

When danger threatened him he never got hurt

He knew just what to do

He'd duck and cover, duck and cover

He'd hide his head and tail and four little feet

He'd duck and cover!

He hid beneath his little shell until the coast was clear

Then one by one his head and tail and legs would reappear

By acting calm and cool he proved he was a hero, too

For finding safety is the bravest wisest thing to do

And now his little friends and just like Bert

And every turtle is very alert

When danger threatens them they never get hurt

They know just what to do

They duck and cover, duck and cover

They hide their heads and tails and four little feet

They duck and cover!

He hid beneath his little shell until the coast was clear

Then one by one his head and tail and legs would reappear

By acting calm and cool he proved he was a hero, too

For finding safety is the bravest wisest thing to do

And now his little friends are just like Bert

And every turtle is alert

When danger threatens them they never get hurt

They know just what to do

They duck and cover, duck and cover

They hide their little heads and tails and four little feet

They duck and cover!

They duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, and cover!

By the end of the song, the eyebrows of the students were up into their hairlines.

"Well!" shouted McGonagall. "Up to bed with you! Ron, Neville, please carry up Harry, would you? And James, Lily, back to your broom closet!"

As they were walking upstairs, Ron muttered to Neville, "Dumbledore is insane."

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Far away, back in London, a woman, by the name of J.K. Rowling, in her large mansion, was cursing under her breath at Dumbledore, while banging her head on a table in front of her

"Stupid-Dumbledore-ruining-my-perfect-plot! Now-angry-fan-mobs-will-hunt-me-down-and-kill-me! Must-get-secutrity!"

"But Mommy," her young daughter said. "Wasn't it books4evah who wrote the story, and twisted up the plot?"

"You're absolutely right!" J.K. cried, and started to cackle madly.

One week later, books4evah was being cornered by a very insane looking J.K. Rowling, who had a very sharp knife in one hand, and the on switch to an electric chair in the other.

Books4evah was regretting several things right now. Like how she hadn't seen her family in weeks, because she was so dedicated to her readers, and how she was so mean to her little sisters, and how her essay for English was probably not going to get an A.

She wasn't regretting anything concerning Dumbledore, like Rowling wanted her to.

Hey, Dumbledore IS insane.

AN: The end! The last song was Duck and Cover. And, those things that books4evah is forgetting, none of them are true (except for the English essay one, and the one about my sisters)! It's only a oneshot, but as I couldn't let myself die, I established an epilogue below.

Epilogue

Books4evah looked around, and saw Rupert Grint landing down, on a dragon.

He was holding a sword, which he slayed Rowling with (after the seventh book was written, otherwise it would have been just cruel) and helped up books4evah.

"I must tell you something, books4evah," he said, playing with her chocolate-colored hair.

"What?"

"I'm a wizard."

"How wonderful!"

"And, you're a witch."

"What do you mean, I never got the acceptance letter!"

"It was a bit delayed in it's arrival, I have it here for you."

"This is the best day of my life! Well, other than the day that I met you, of course."

Rupert beamed at her.

They started snogging. Rupert is a very good snogger, have I mentioned that yet?

Well, they stopped when Dumbledore brought in the karaoke machine, and they started singing.

I've never been in love before….

The story ends with Ron and Hermione marrying, Harry and Ginny marrying, Neville and Luna marrying, Fred and Angelina marrying, George and Alicia marrying, Dumbledore and McGonagall marrying, Crabbe and Goyle marrying, Blaise and Pansy marrying, Terry and Smith (still in slug form) marrying, Malfoy and a picture of himself marrying, and Rupert and books4evah marrying. YAAAAAYYYY!!!

The Real End