(Slight edits but still keeping the same vibe)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has a very large campus. Thus, it's not a common occurrence to hear the faint melody of an electric guitar coming from an abandoned classroom near the dungeons.
However, that doesn't mean that such occurrences don't happen at all. In fact, a certain blond and his Slytherin squad are wandering up after curfew to investigate.
As the group in green approaches the source of the noise, they can begin to hear the melody of the song being played. Of course, pure-blooded wizards and witches like them do not lower themselves to listen to 'muggle music', and are, as such, equal parts intrigued and disgusted by the sounds they are hearing. (Actually, they're mostly just disgusted)
Once they reach the offending classroom, the group is in for a shock. There, in the middle of the room, is Harry Potter himself.
The now completely disgusted purebloods take note of his attire - a severely rumpled and disorganized school uniform - and the excessive amount of... metal cans(!?) surrounding him.
By now, the noise of his... instrument... is easily discernable from the audio playing in the background. It seems to the Slytherins that Potter is playing a certain instrumental part of the song and the rest is a backing track to help him keep the right pace.
"Run, run, run... running, I keep on running away..."
"What the hell?" Draco hisses as the whispering changes to singing.
"On trial for our fates, we are the runaways. Out of place with mistakes we never made, because all we are, to anyone, is just a runaway."
"This is absolutely absurd! Who listens to this type of music!?" Theo exclaims as the beat starts to pick up. After a few moments, the noise starts to become increasingly loud, which is when they decide to slam open the door to the classroom.
Of course, dear Harry is so absorbed in his music that he doesn't notice the group entering the room, which gives them more time to examine the other objects surrounding the boy.
These 'other objects' include his amp ("what's that metal box with buttons and switches on it?"), a crude source of electricity to power said amp ("this is a disgrace! Using his wand of all things, tied up with wires and Spellotape to produce a power source!?"), and the electric guitar in all of its glory ("I can't believe that thing is an instrument!").
At long last, Harry seems to notice the group of Slytherins staring at him in various stages of disgust and confusion, and he quickly pauses the song and switches off the amp.
Once the boy actually looks at them though, they see the poor state of his physical health. There are dark circles under his eyes, and his skin is a pale, almost gray, color. Harry's hair is even more disheveled than normal, and the ends look like they're dry and splitting.
But somehow, through all of this, he grins straight up at them with crazy, almost glowing, eyes.
"I see you've been attracted to my awesome guitar playing, huh?" He says, leaning forward and propping his arms up on the edge of his guitar.
"That... is most definitely not a guitar, Potter!" Draco cries. "How is there even such a thing as an instrument that could even sound like that!?"
"It's a Muggle thing. You see, music-"
"I don't want to hear about those stupid muggles!"
"Well then, I guess you'll never know how such an amazing instrument such as this exists... Oh, how terribly sad for poor Draco Malfoy." Harry continues, beginning to wipe fake tears out of his eyes. "The poor sod will never know about how wonderful electric guitars are!" The emerald-eyed boy finishes, staring directly into said blond's eyes before releasing a laugh worthy of Bellatrix Lestrange.
By this point, the group of Slytherins are thoroughly disturbed. Many of them have heard the completely unique laughter of Bellatrix, but somehow Potter, of all people, had effortlessly mimicked it to almost perfection.
It's at this point where Pansy Parkinson takes proper note of the cans littering the floor.
"Potter, what are these... cans doing all over the floor?"
Harry's grin is now directed at the pug-like girl. "Oh, those are just my energy drinks!" He giggles.
"Energy... drinks?" Pansy repeats, confused.
"Yeah they're... sorta like Pepper-Up potions, but you can drink them whenever you want and they actually taste good! .... but they also fuck you up real bad, so don't drink them if you actually care about your physical wellbeing."
Pansy, and the rest of the group, is flabbergasted by that revelation. "...Excuse me, what!? You drink these- these harmful drinks, what, several times a week!?"
"Every day, actually." Harry replies nonchalantly.
"WHAT!? Every day!? If they're so harmful, why do you drink them so frequently!?" Pansy all but shrieks.
"Taste good, and I don't need to sleep as much."
The entire Slytherin squad gives him him disapproving looks. "How much is 'not as much', Potter?" Blaise butts in.
"Ah well, I guess it's still the same amount of sleep, just portioned differently.... I don't sleep at all during the school week-"
"POTTER!"
"-but instead, I just crash on Friday night and sleep the whole weekend."
"That," Blaise starts, "is the most unhealthy thing I've ever heard in my entire life! How could you be so careless with you health!?"
"I honestly just don't give a fuck." Harry shrugs, cracking open another can of Monster and chugging it down before tossing it to the floor. "Would you like to hear another song?"
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Thanks so much if you decide to read this reup and continuation of my story ❤️❤️❤️ this really is my little pookie bear, even if I kinda suck at writing :/
Edit: okay I'm changing some stuff to make space for an ~idea~ I had :3
~~~ (old a/n) ~~~
I might finish here lol
Comment if you want more I guess?
This is going to become a monstrosity, I can feel it (spoiler alert: it has)
Song is Rise of the Runaways by Crown the Empire :3
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