A Very Harry Bus Ride

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. How many times do I have to tell you people?

Notes: This story will contain jokes for nearly every clique out there. Theatre fans, dancers, students, bus kids, wizards. All of 'em.

A Very Harry Bus Ride

Hogwarts was a school of magic. It taught students how to perform spells that no regular muggles could ever dream of doing. It taught young wizards and witches how to ride broomsticks, how to levitate a feather, how to transport yourself around the world and even how to brew a potion that could turn a stupid fat rat yellow. It was NOT by any means a school of the arts...until this year.

That's right. Hogwarts had decided that its students needed some culture in their lifestyles outside of Quidditch and the Weird Sisters. It would add a music program, a drama program and a dance program to its curriculum. Who would be the first victims to test out this new plan? The 6th and 7th years.

Harry and the gang would be placed into different arts programs that year, and would perform for other schools of magic all over the world. This month it would be the music class to travel, and take the arts where they'd never been before. There was only one problem: The Hogwarts Express, which had always been useful in transporting the students to their destinations, had broken down, the Knight Bus was busy picking up real passengers and there were no parents willing to drive their students around Europe with their gigantic instruments. So, they'd have to resort to the next best thing: A Muggle School Bus.

The day of the trip was spent loading trumpets, saxophones and trombones onto a miniature school bus. There were so few seats that students would be forced to carry their instruments on their laps. This was particularly uncomfortable for Neville, who had (for unknown and probably very disturbing reasons) decided that he wanted to become the next big Tuba player. Let's see how the day went for our heroes...

"Ron, you can't put a baritone sax on top of a trumpet. You'll crush it!" Hermione yelled at her boyfriend.

"But Hermione, Dean and Seamus wanted to sit beside each other. It'll be off of it in no time."

"Apparently I'll be off of you, too," Hermione warned, and Ron instantly switched the placement of the two instruments. Off to the side, Angelina Johnson was walking towards the bus. She was stopped by Filch, who had decided to be security for the trip, making sure no troublemakers got onto the bus.

"Where do you think you're going, Ms. Johnson?"

"I'm going on the band trip," Angelina replied smoothly.

"Shouldn't you be wearing a tie or something?"

"They don't actually suggest that."

Hermione watched the scene curiously.

"She doesn't even go to the school anymore," she commented as Seamus was settling down into his seat.

"Who cares, she's hot," he told her, and watched the graduate strut onto the bus. Following behind her was a pair of familiar twins: Fred and George Weasley. The two had left school a while before, but were forced by their mother to finish their full time education. Let's just say that when Molly Weasley tells you to do something, you do it.

The bus was loaded fairly smoothly after that, with no apparent disruptions...except, perhaps, Harry's late run on just as the vehicle started moving away from the school. He jumped through the miraculously open door without any injuries...only than the rather violent blow to the head he got when he tripped over a step. When he woke up he seemed a little fazed, but still alright.

Professor Flitwick decided that this would be the perfect time to introduce the students to the bus driver...who, the students noticed, was a muggle and seemed very fazed.

"Students, this is Joanna Cook. No worries, she'll be obliviated when we're finished the trip," he added, to Joanna's apparent horror. Flitwick brought their attention to a little boy who was sitting right behind the driver.

"This is Jordan, Joanna's son. He's four years old."

The students half-heartedly greeted the two muggles. The Very Harry Bus Ride had officially begun.

Author's Note:

This is just the Prologue, trust me. The next chapter will be hideously long to the point that you may actually need to stop reading in order to sleep on whichever night you read it.

Okay, it probably won't be that long, but a whole lot longer. It'll most likely come within the next couple of days (maybe even today if I get bored). Providing, of course, that you would like another chapter?