Harry - Star Rapper

"Harry, Ron come look!" Neville yelled.

"What, Neville?" Harry asked.

"This notice...just come look!"

Harry went over to the bulletin board.

Harry gasped at the notice.

Reading it over, he told Ron what it said, since Ron had stayed in his seat.

"Ron, Hogwarts is having a 'Vocal Contest'!" he said. "Anyone can enter, and you can sing anything!"

"What stuff is 'anything'?"

"Well," Harry said. "Pop, rap, blues, and rock. Basically anything."

"I've heard of all those except one," Ron said. "What's 'rap'?"

"Well, I've heard some of it," Harry replied. "Dudley listens to it turned all the way up."

Harry struck a rap-star pose and began to sing a song by Dudley's favorite rap artist, Eminem.

"So this looks like a job for me

so everybody, just follow me

'cause we need a little

controversy

'cause it feels so empty without me."

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "You-you can really sing rap!"

"Er, thanks," Harry said, blushing a little.

"You should enter that contest Harry," Ron said enthusiastically. "I'm not kidding you, mate. That was so terrific."

"Maybe I will," Harry said. "Yeah. I will.

~~~~~

Harry filled out one of the entry forms attached to the bottom of the notice. He returned it to Proffessor McGonagall, who just stared at him and said, "Potter? Are you feeling alright?"

Harry just nodded and left the classroom.

He couldn't wait until the end of the week, when he would get to sing rap.

The way he thought of it, it didn't seem all that bad. It sounded a lot worse when Dudley blared it on his radio.

Hermione was surprisingly helpful with Harry's idea. She told him to sing the rap song again. As he sang, a bewitched quill wrote down the lyrics so he could memorize them better. He new the general lyrics, but he needed to remember them a little better than he had already.

Ron was pretty helpful, too. He would sit there for hours while Harry sang the song over and over. But that was mostly because he loved listening to Harry sing it. "A natural rap artist," Ron would say.

***

It was the day of the Vocal Contest. Harry woke up from a nightmare, the typical just-before-a-performance one, where he was in his underwear onstage.

He was very nervous.

He went to his usual classes. Snape was horrible as usual, and Trelawney was her regular fraud-fortune-teller self. McGonagall seemed to 'observe' him, as Ron put it. "She's probably observing you of your behavior, since you signed up to sing rap."

He found out about other singing students, too. Neville, yes, Neville, was singing a slow, romantic song by the witch star, LoveBella.

Pansy, that pug-faced Slytherin, was singing a pop song by Britney Spears!

Padma Patil, Parvati's sister, was singing a romantic song by LoveBella, like Neville was.

Harry and Ron had had dumbstruck looks upon their aces when they figured out that Neville was singing a romantic love song. They had also seen Malfoy's imitation of Harry singing rap.

This was going to be a long day. It was only nearly four o'clock, and the contest was held at seven.