Interlude

Harry Elden was startled, and a little flattered, when a few of the professors, and quite a few students encouraged him to play some music.

The transfigured guitar was of the more modern, 21st century variety. It won't last longer than a few more hours, but he supposed that was enough to entertain everyone.

He had come early into the yuletide decorated Great Hall, even before the staff woke for the morning. He had eaten a small breakfast, and played with his guitar, sounding out some lyrics and sounds in silence.

Harry should have left.

The time must have passed by quite quickly, and too focused. The morning light cast an ambient beautiful orange glow .

He hadn't even noticed when professors' arrival for their morning breakfast, as his back was turned and facing the wall. A few hundreds of students opted to stay, slowly trickling into the Great Hall for breakfast, whilst the rest of the major population of Hogwarts having went home for the holidays. The ridiculous number of student population of Hogwarts shouldn't have been this much. Had Voldemort of the future really caused such a sharp decline in the wizarding population? Harry knew Voldemort was a genocidal wanker, but he didn't think he was off his rocker to such a degree.

In the corner of his eyes, he could feel the eyes of the fifteen-year-old fifth year Tom Riddle on the back of his head, eying him up like insect to be examined. Harry knew, Riddle was slowly forming a pseudo-organization, a club for special people, accumulating friends and allies through exclusivity.

Harry wasn't surprised.

Tom had this magnetic charisma that drew people in. He was polite, eerily beautiful, and incredibly intelligent. Tom Riddle was Harry Elden's contemporary in nearly everything. Whereas Tom was polite and charming, Harry couldn't be bothered. Whilst Tom was beautiful in an unearthly way, Harry was rugged and built like a brick shit house. Tom's academic achievements were in parallel to Dumbledore's, whilst Harry barely came to class. The professors gave up after repeatedly tried to convince him otherwise. As far as Harry was concerned, OWLs and NEWTs were the only important part of Hogwarts. Many thought he was a lazy idiot, but Harry was completely fine with that, as he had far more important projects to research on. He was a penniless muggle-born after all, not many cared about him.

Harry smiled at Hagrid sitting on the Gryffindor table, easily closest to Harry, smiling... down at him with enthusiasm about listening to his music. The fourth-year half-giant, despite only being fourteen, was a massive monster of a boy. And for all that physical power, he was possibly the most gentlest soul in Hogwarts. And Harry wanted to protect Hagrid from Tom Riddle. And Myrtle too, he supposed. The poor girl was ridiculously forgettable, and the bullying doesn't help either.

"Indeed, please sing us some music! I had no idea you could play, lad!" Headmaster Dippet clapped toward the orchestra of instruments just... sitting there, near the giant tree decorated with tiny globes of light and honey and fire. The tiny fairies danced along and around the tree, giving the living tree an either like appearance.

"Yeah, sure headmaster," Harry grinned, and looked around, before landing on Hagrid. "Anyone know how to play some instruments?"

A few students looked up, intrigued. Hagrid suddenly leaped to his feet, grinning excitedly. "Y-yeah! I'll join you!"

Harry wasn't surprised when nearly everyone looked at Hagrid with slack jaws. Harry had, after all, taught the lad how to play drums in a dusty classroom. Honestly, his sheer strength the lad could impress on those drums were godly!

He transfigured the musical instruments, added some charms to play precisely how he wants it. Some sounds can't be replicated due to lack of modern technology, magic could easily be replaceable. He had to bloody invent some of the charms, for Merlin's sakes. The charms professor Elphias Doge and the transfiguration professor Dumbledore looked a little intrigued by my magical prowess.

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After Harry was done with the instruments, Harry transfigured his trousers into leather, black as night. His shoes were now black leather boots. He tossed his robes aside on the stage, and took off his shirt, wearing nothing but a simple white shirt. His muggle tattoos were colorful, from the neck down to his wrists. Colorful dragons and mermaids, centaurs and all sorts of magical creatures battling it out in tiny miniatures. His giant red heart, chained in black and skewered by spears, could be seen peeking out his shirt.

Many students gasped, and even the professors were giving him disapproving looks. Though the few girls giving him looks were quite appreciated, Harry thought with a smirk.

Harry got up onto the stage, where Hagrid was already testing the drums, looking ridiculously shy in front of all these students. Harry sent him a confident look, grinning, then turned around to look up at his audience.

There was one thing Harry knew, and that was music. Music is a powerful medium, able to move people's hearts, to truly bring about their hidden emotions out into the open. And in the 1940s, in one of the most prestigious schools in all of Europe, where high society blue bloods regularly repress their emotions, were ripe for his taking.

Men like Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis, brought the world of Rock n' Roll in the mid-fifties, and changed the world. Harry Elden was going to do it a little earlier, and he had no qualms of ripping off modern songs if he wanted to change the wizarding world for the better. And these kids needed some serious help in letting out their emotions.

"Ladies and gents, professors and headmaster!" Harry started, his sonorous charmed voice echoing off the walls of the Great Hall. "I'm about to rock your world."

The idiom completely few over their heads, but that was alright, Harry knew, because he really was going to change their world. More than a few had skeptical faces, and insults and derogatory words were whispered by the bluebloods as they sneered down on him and Hagrid.

She dances in the sheets at night

She dances to his needs

She dances 'til he feels just right

Until he falls asleep

The music was salacious, obscene, and indecent. It was completely inappropriate of the times of 1940s.

A Slytherin girl let out a small burst of scream. She looked embarrassed, quickly looking down. Was that Daphne Crabbe? The few lads near her looked at her with disdain, though clearly confused by the whole situation. Surely her heart was beating rapidly. Surely more than a few ladies had their eyes glued to him, as the rhythm and music echoed off the walls of the Great Hall.

Harry moved.

He expressed his emotions through his legs, his arms, his whole body, as he worked his guitar. The God of Music was within him in that moment, and his influence resonated within the minds of students and professors alike.

The girls had no frame of reference to how they should be feeling, but they felt. And their bodies moved on their own, before their brains even clicked.

The Gryffindor girls, brave as they were, had qualms about hiding their feelings. And like lit fuse, the whole of the female population exploded to their feet, their throats burning with howls of screams and joy. The more conservative lads tried to stop them, as it was improper behavior in public of course, but went ignored. In one rare case, Lucretia Black jinxed her younger brother, Orion Black, with a deadly charm.

It was chaos, as chairs were overturned, and platters of food was tossed aside, as they leaped onto the table to try and get closer to Harry. Even the ghosts were affected, dancing and howling and laughing.

The professors couldn't control them, even tried to stop his performance, even as they stared wide-eyed at everyone. Dumbledore even used a spell to send a loud bang up in the air, to gather everyone's attention, but noise only added more spice to his music. In fact, more than a few professors had to shield Harry away from the girls before they ripped him apart.

Try and step into my life

Step into a life where you hold

Nothing but your fire

Try to sooth a face, my face

Harry spied Tom Riddle, eyes wide and jaw hanging loose, clearly out of his depth. Hah! Tom Riddle, perfection personified, was frozen with indecision.

This was a world Harry knew, where he truly belonged. And if he wanted to save the world from Tom Riddle, then the power of music was only the natural course of action. After all, a muggle-born just invented and introduced Rock n' Roll to one of the most conservative magical nations in the world.

If we take our time,

and we stick together,

everything we do,

will go our way.

Harry and Hagrid had to run away after the third and last song, laughing and howling all the way. The girls looked completely and utterly ravenous and the professors had to stop them from running after Harry and Hagrid.