Harry Styles Do Be A Potter

Chapter 18: Disappearing When You Wake Up

"Breaking News! This is Rita Skeeter reporting live. Last night, 3rd of December, mysterious black out traced to the powerful singing of two rockin wizards. Harry Styles, just a poor boy who loves to sing and Tom Marvolo Riddle, both playing in neighbouring venues, engaged in a battle of sound so strong, it knocked out the muggle power system. Which one had the more powerful voice? Roll the clip."

Everyone gathered around the tellie in the Gryffindor common room to watch the news, watching the Daily Prophet's recount of the past night's events.

One Direction had made quite a splash opening for frEd and George Sheeran last night. Little had they known they were performing next door to the infamous and ultra famous band The Death Eaters. During the performances, the bands became so wrapped up in outdoing one another that the power in the muggle city of London went out for several hours.

"Introduce yourself young man" a microphone was shoved into a young boy's face in a clip from last night's fiasco. He was sitting backstage in a spinny chair, while people ran around him in a panic.

One person screamed in the background "THe sHoW MUsT gO ON!" and proceeded to faceplant into the door.

"Uh...um.... Well I'm, I'm C-conan Creevy, ma'am." The young boy itched his neck uncomfortably, unwilling to meet the reporter's eyes.

The reporter nodded her head fervently, "is it true you have an all access-backstage pass to the performance that ended not 15 minutes ago?"

"N-no, ma'am. I...uh," he held up his Hogwarts issued camera for the news broadcast to see, "I take pictures for school. I was...taking pictures...for school." the young man glanced wistfully behind him as two red-headed twins ran off into a room.

The Gryffindors in the common room watching the interview shouted excitedly, one in particular said, "hey! Look George, we're on the news! I've got to write to mum about this!" to which his brother rolled his eyes.

The group turned their attention back to the screen.

"So tell me young man," the reporter on the tellie asked a scared Conan Creevey, "who did you see cause this massive black out?"

Conan gulped, grasping his turtleneck sweater and itching his chest uncontrollably.

"Are you okay young man?"

Conan nodded his head and continued, "it was hard to say ma'am, but uhh, I have a picture right here that might help with the explanation."

With that, Conan took his camera off from around his neck and handed it to the reporter lady, bringing his now free hand to help his other hand in itching himself.

The woman took her wand out and did a nonverbal spell which caused the picture on the camera to appear on the screens in which the boys in the common room were watching.

"Hey George," asked a red-head watching the tellie and fiddling with a scroll and quill (to write his mum about being on the news), clearly not putting his full attention on the screen "why is that kid wearing the sweater I was gonna give to Heather Angelina? I put itching powder in it, you know how she loves my pranks."

With a roll of his eyes George glared at his brother, "that's the kid from backstage you chicken turd."

frEd scratched his head a vague memory of the sneezing boy entering his mind, "huh...I'm gonna have to get that back," and George snorted at his brother's lack of intellect.

They rested their attention back to the screen as the reporter explained the photo they were seeing.

"As you can see here, this photo was taken at the exact time the lights went out. Harry Styles, just a poor boy who loves to sing, lead singer of One Direction's vocal cords are flexing at an unusual rate. But his face says it all--this is easy work for him, he easily could send more powerful wave-lengths out into the world, but was, in fact, holding back. What a talented young man!"