“No!� screamed a shrill voice, which belonged to a gray lump of a Weird Sister.

“What the bloody hell are you screaming about now?� Kirley moaned as Merton fell out of his bunk bed and onto Myron in the bunk below. The quadruple decked lime green tour bus that had been taking the Sisters all over Europe had just jerked dangerously to the side. It had suddenly swerved to let a cat run across the street. Bloody cats.

“Oh, mate, I need my beauty sleep. What are you trying to do, wake up all of England?� Myron grumbled as he pushed his red sunglasses up on top of his head with a flourish that would have made Lockhart proud. His black Who T-shirt was all scrunched up as if he had been thrashing in his sleep. He was probably practicing his new dance routine to show off at the next show. Always the drama queen that one. He had acquired an odd obsession with the muggle band the Who while accidentally walking into the wrong tour bus (please tell me how someone could miss a lime green bus) a few years ago. He still likes them even though they are… you know… muggles.

“I had a nightmare…I-it was terrible,� Merton trembled in his pale gray shirt and sweat pants. His stubby feet were hanging off Myron’s bunk in an odd position. His chin was quivering and beads of sweat were running down his cheeks. He was shaking so frightfully that Kirley thought it best to wake Donoghan and Gideon in the next row of bunks. They were always the levelheaded ones, well at least Donoghan was.

“Why is everyone already up!� Gideon roared, “It is 3 o’clock in the morning!�

“Sorry, I forgot you aren’t a morning person. Just get up, we’re having a bit of a crisis,� Kirley stated while spiking up his aqua colored mohawk and leaning against the wall, causing his hair to clash horribly.

“It’s alright, Merton, we are all here for you. What’s the matter?� questioned Donoghan as he pulled on his favorite Kenmare Kestrals T-shirt.

“Well,� Merton began, “we were playing a show, our show that, well, didn’t go as planned…�

Merton’s dream was not really a dream at all. It was a reality, which made things even worse. The Weird Sisters were on their final stop of their tour with The Ordinary Brothers, who they had been great friends with. As the lights shown down on them their emotions soared. They felt happiness and sadness. They had gone through so many things together, so many victories, and so many losses. They had always stood up for what they believed in. They renounced Voldemort, which ended up for one sister being a terrible mistake.

Merton continued, “The dream kept going back to the time at the show in Glasgow when…when Heathcote died.� A mournful silence filled the room, paying the respects to their late band mate. It was Myron who tearfully broke the silence.

“He was a great guitarist, a great man, and an amazing little brother. I know he was always on the quiet side, but I will never forget when he renounced Voldemort right in front of him and his groupies of Death Eaters.�

“I remember it well,� Gideon said as a wide grin began to spread across his wide pinkish face. “He said, ‘Oh Voldey, why can’t you just understand that you can not kill Harry Potter? He has stopped you so many times. Why don’t you just Avada Kedavra yourself and do yourself a favor.’ Then he spat in his face as old Voldey reached for his wand…� They all sat back sighing contentedly, remembering an either really brave or really stupid Weird Sister.

“Th-that wasn’t all that happened in my nightmare,� Merton whispered, as if afraid to break everyone’s mood. “It also brought me back to the night when we found out that Hermin had been killed.�

“Poor Hermin, nobody knows what killed him, though many suggest Death Eaters were the ones to blame,� Donoghan noted.

“Always the Death Eaters,� Gideon commented, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. They sat in silence for awhile each lost in their own thoughts when there was a tapping on the window. Kirley turned around and saw that it was a beautiful barn owl and had a rather important looking letter attached to its leg. He opened he window and let the magnificent creature into the bus and took the letter off its leg.

“Well I’ve just gotten something that might brighten your spirits, mates,� Kirley smiled and pulled out an official looking letter.

“That’s from Professor Dumbledore,� breathed Merton as he leaned forward on Myron’s bunk to get a better look.

“It says:

‘Dear the Weird Sisters,

I, Professor Dumbledore, am inviting you to come and perform at another dance at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were a huge success at the Yule Ball three years ago, and we would be extremely pleased to have you again. The dance is on January 8th from 8:00 p.m. to 1:00 am. If you can please send your response as soon as possible that would be most preferable. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore

P.S. Nymphandora Tonks, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger referred me to you. They seem to have taken a great liking to you.'

“Tonks,� Kirley sighed contentedly. He had been going out with Tonks a lot recently and couldn’t see much of her while he was on tour. Of course there were always girls coming after him, he was a rock star after all. He loved his Tonks ever since the moment they met at a concert. “Do you guys remember when we first met Tonks?� he questioned. “We were playing amazingly. The guitars were sounding, the bagpipes were piping, the bass was rumbling, the vocals were vocalizing and I got the sudden urge to stage dive. I, of course, made sure the pit was full of people before I jumped. Tonks was in the crowd and I fell gracefully into her waiting arms and it was love at first sight.�

“I for some reason remember that day differently. What do you think, Donoghan?� Gideon chuckled.

“I do too. Do you remember Merton?� Donoghan giggled mischievously.

“I think that did happen slightly differently,� justified Merton. “What do you recall Myron?�

“I remember,� Myron stated bluntly, “Kirley jumping off the stage and falling flat on his face. He almost crushed Tonks when he went hurtling through the air. Love hurts.� Kirley got up and stomped away, but there wasn’t very far to go. He ended up looking out the tiny tinted tour bus window to avoid the annoying smiles on his band mates’ faces.

“Oh, come on Kirley, you know we’re just joking with you. We know you love Tonks and she loves you. Right now we need to decide if we should play at the Hogwarts dance. I, for one, would love to do it,� Donoghan reasoned.

“Alright,� Kirley relented and slowly turned around and resumed his place on his bunk. “I think we should play. It would be fun to see Hogwarts again.�

“I think so also,� Myron stated.

“Me too,� Merton echoed.

“Me three,� Gideon answered, imitating Merton’s slow languid voice.

“Good, so we all agree. Now if Myron would stop playing with his pretty red sunglasses and pretending he was a model we could all write back to Dumbledore!� Donoghan asserted playfully, as Myron blushed scarlet and threw the glasses under his bunk (only to be retrieved later when Donoghan fell asleep).

Donoghan pulled a bright orange quill out of the top drawer of his nightstand and pondered what to write. Finally, deciding on a few choice words, he wrote the letter with the rest of the band looking over his shoulder and making suggestions.

The finished product read:

Dear Dumbledore,

We are so pleased to accept your invitation. We would love to perform at the dance. We are all excited about seeing Hogwarts again. Thank you for all of your encouragement over the years; it is deeply appreciated.

Sincerely,

The Weird Sisters: Donoghan Tremlett, Myron Barbary, Gideon Crumb, Kirley McCormack Duke, and Merton Graves.

P.S. Kirley says hello to Tonks.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Jo. I got the names for the Weird Sisters from the Famous Witch or Wizard cards. I also kind of borrowed a line from the Academy Is… song “Down and Out� when Donoghan is talking to Myron about sunglasses. You’ll see what I mean. Anyway, the personalities of the characters and the plot of this story are all mine!!! Bwahh ha ha… okay… back to the story…

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As the sun rose over the venue a lone lime green tour bus could be seen on the horizon. Inside, as we will later discover, rested the legendary band, The Weird Sisters.

“Another fine day in the lives of the Weird Sisters,� Myron sighed as he stretched out of bed and poked Merton in the side. He let out a squeal, but continued to snore peacefully.

“Fine then,� Myron thought, “if that’s how you want it.� Slowly as not to wake anyone else yet he furrowed through his bag and found, lo and behold, a megaphone. Now would you really want a megaphone in the hands of a whiny lead singer, much less a magical megaphone?

“BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPP!!!!!!!!!!�

“Ahhhhhhh!!!�

“Bloody hell!!!�

“What th-!�

“No way!!!!!�

“Good morning everyone!� boomed a grinning Myron, “I hope you all slept well and are thoroughly ready to play our last show before we invade Hogwarts to wreak havoc.�

“Noooooooo,� whined Kirley stuffing his head farther under the covers. He was always the hardest to get up in the morning or in this case afternoon. “You can’t be serious.�

“All right guys, come on, we have a show to get ready for,� Donoghan encouraged with a yawn. “We will be playing in front of all of London. We must look our weirdest.� The Sisters reluctantly started getting dressed and applying the finishing touches to their wardrobe.

Meanwhile…


“What are you talking about? You didn’t get the letter?� Voldemort raged. He was having one of his “evil moments� and was more than a little upset with one of his spies.

“My lord, I tried, but the owl was too fast,� the unfortunate spy begged.

“Well, okay, I guess I can let you off with a warning,� Voldemort smiled and took a sip of his pink lemonade. He was now entering one of his “childish moments.� These were rare times and were to be handled with caution. “Crucio,� Voldemort muttered with a flick of his wand.

“My lord, if I could interfere for just a moment,� Lucius Malfoy cut in. “I would just like to point out that you have a letter.�

“A letter? From who?� Voldey inquired curiously. He turned and looked toward his window with little red shutters. Sitting there looking horribly terrified was a plain looking tawny owl. Lucius opened the window and the owl flew to Voldemort who started stroking it and making soft cooing sounds clearly terrifying the owl even more. This continued until Lucius cleared his throat pointedly. “Oh, yes, the letter.� Voldemort said as he unstuck the seal and unfolded the letter. It read:

Dear Mr. Voldemort,
It has come to my attention that you are looking for a certain letter that was sent by the Weird Sisters to Albus Dumbledore. I have intercepted the letter and sent a copy of it to old Dumbles. I am enclosing the original to you in this letter. The letter says that the Weird Sisters will be playing a show at Hogwarts on January 8th from 8:00 p.m. to 1:00 a.m. If you are wondering why I am giving you this information all I have to say to you is, you will understand in time.
Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Meanwhile…

“Hello London!� shouted Donoghan, “We are the Weird Sisters and we are here to rock your weird world!� With that the Sisters started playing their first song unbeknownst that somewhere in a pink house with red shutters an evil dark lord was plotting their demise.

“Ready guys? All right, 1, 2, 3, 4!� and they were off, “Ohhh, wooooaaaaaahhhh, ohhh� sang Myron. He closed his eyes while enjoying the feeling of being up onstage. He wouldn’t trade lives with anyone in the world. The bass boomed around him while Kirley rolled around on the stage and threw his guitar around his body too many times to count. They always felt at home when performing.

“The crowd is loving it,� commented Kirley taking a swig of water between songs. The black t-shirt clad fans were jumping around and trying to get on stage. It was getting crazy even for a Weird Sisters show.

“Man, look at that guy! I’m sure glad all our fans aren’t old guys!� Kirley snickered and pointed into the crowed at a grown man with an excess amount of hair dancing and singing while his embarrassed looking son stood awkwardly at his side. They agreed, and Myron signaled to Donoghan to switch gears and follow with a mellower song.

“Hey you guys!� shouted Gideon to the waiting crowd, “We wrote this next song during the height of Voldemort’s power, so for all of you that know the words, sing along! It’s called ‘No Tomorrow.’�

“There is no tomorrow with your great threat loomin’ over us / we are sick of tryin’ to keep safe from all your lust / we don’t know who to trust / ‘cause you’ve made our world unjust…� Myron sang. The Sisters’ all felt a silly smiles creep onto their faces as the crowd dutifully sang the words back to them. It was one of the Weird Sisters best shows by far.

“Look, they’re begging for an encore!� Kirley grinned as they finished their set with their first hit, “Weirdness Ensues�. The guitars whirled and the bagpipes piped as Myron jumped up and down getting tangled in the microphone chord.

Later in the tour bus…

“That was amazing! When and how did we ever get that good?� asked Gideon, settling down on the tangerine colored couch once again.

“We rocked,� agreed Donoghan. “I can’t wait to see the faces of those Hogwarts kids when they see just how amazing we are.�

“Don’t get cocky now,� Myron warned.

“Cocky?! Moi? I hate to break it to you mate, but I’m not the one who insists on wearing his red sunglasses everywhere even when the sun went down more than an hour ago,� Donoghan teased.

“That’s true, but come on guys,� Merton reasoned. He wanted to avoid the fight that was brewing. Kirley and Gideon, thinking the same thing, were already taking cover under tiny pink and blue striped pillows. “We should probably practice some more and organize a set list, so we know what we want to play when we get to Hogwarts.�

“Okay,� they chorused.

“Of course, after we finish the list I think we need to organize a little special something for the Hogwarts show, if you know what I mean,� Donoghan suggested with a sneaky gleam in his eyes.

“Oh, yes, I agree,� said Kirley with a knowing smile. “I know exactly what you mean. We’ll give Dumbledore a little reminder of what Hogwarts was like back when we were students.�

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A/N: Wow, you actually read this far! I am very proud of you. Anyway, I am so sorry that this update took so long. I was really busy and suffered from a severe case of writer's block. Chapter 3 should be up soon. Also, you will get to see more different points of view in the coming chapters, so look forward to that. For now, will we ever see why McGonagall has sided with Voldemort? Will we ever find out what The Weird Sisters are up to? I love reviews, so please please review!

The stars were just beginning to peak out in the midnight blue sky as a lime green tour bus sputtered to a stop outside of the high and intimidating gates of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Weird Sisters clambered out of the bus and stretched from the long journey as an old woman in a battered witch’s hat walked primly down the sloping lawn to open the gates.

“Why, hello boys, you’re back at Hogwarts I see,� she said her eyes glinting in the moonlight as she took in their outlandish appearance with disapproving eyes.

“Uh, yes, Professor McGonagall … how are you his fine evening?� Myron asked politely trying to straighten his frayed T-shirt without any luck while wondering why she was acting so friendly to them. She was never this nice. Had Dumbledore finally listened to his suggestions and slipped a liquid cheering charm into her evening pumpkin juice? Yeah that must have been it. She had never really liked that while at school the future Weird Sisters had looked up to the legendary Marauders, who were a few years older than the Sisters.

“I’m fine, thank you Mr. Barbary,� she said with possibly a hint of a smile, but then her face turned stern and stony again, “Now, Dumbledore has requested that you join us in the Great Hall for what is left of dinner. He has been quite eager to see you all again.� She then motioned for them to follow her.

And so they sauntered behind her up the sloping lawns, through the doors to the Entrance Hall, and into the Great Hall where some late arriving students were finishing their dinner. Among these few stragglers were three friends: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger.

“Ron, how many times do I have to tell you! Sir Nicolas does not appreciate your snide comments about his ghostly existence,� Hermione chastised wearily looking at Ron who was too busy stuffing his mouth full of pumpkin pie to respond and had to satisfy himself with giving her an annoyed look.

“Hermione, give it a rest, please,� Harry said exhaustedly. It was almost Christmas break and the teachers were insisting on working them until the glorious sound of the last bell finally rang. The students really needed a break, especially the 7th years, and something to look forward to, which is exactly what Dumbledore had in mind.

“Good evening, my dear friends! How are you? I was quite ecstatic when I received your letter that you were coming. These students need to lighten up a bit.� Dumbledore stated, walking up the center aisle between two house tables with a boyish grin and a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.

“Thanks Dumbledore,� Donoghan sighed with a grin to match Dumbledore’s, “We can’t wait to play.� He surveyed the room; it was the same old Hogwarts as he remembered it. Yep, there were the burn marks from the fiasco with the salamander, Filibuster Fireworks, and butterbeer when they were in third year. “Ah, it’s good to know not everything changes,� Donoghan reminisced.

“Wonderful, wonderful, come and relax. You must be exhausted from all that touring!� Dumbledore motioned for them to sit down.

“If I remember correctly, the last time I attended one of your concerts there was so much energy,� he paused, a look of glee playing on his face, “that I, well, wanted to be a part of it, so I was inspired, if you will, to crowd surf,� he was clearly grinning now, “which actually turned out quite enchanting,� Dumbledore mused with an expression of utmost content as he dug into the plate in front of him and motioned for the Sisters to do the same.

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“Ah, interesting fellow, that Dumbledore, hasn’t changed a bit,� Kirley laughed and flopped down on his four poster bed later that night after saying their goodnights to Dumbledore.

“So men, are you ready to unfold operation Weird Out Hogwartians with a little mischief?� Gideon smiled sinisterly staring at all the Weird Sisters who wore smiles that matched his.

“Yes, but not now,� sighed Myron already pulling the covers up to his chin. (The red sunglasses were hidden just underneath) “I really need my beauty sleep.�

Reluctantly the rest of the Sisters got into bed. Their plans would have to wait until the next day.

“But it’ll be worth it,� thought Merton with a smirk as the Sisters drifted into dreamland.

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As the sun rose over the mountains surrounding Hogwarts and sunlight flooded the windows, the Weird Sisters slept soundly. They were still asleep as the sun neared the middle of the sky, Professor McGonagall, however, was not.

“Oh this must work,� she muttered to herself pacing back and forth across her small office filled with afternoon sunshine. “It has to.� She affirmed, her lips pursed while wringing her hands. “I must be doing the right thing. Yes, I know it.�

No one would ever suspect the stern but fair Professor McGonagall to be a supporter of Voldemort. No one . It was unthinkable. Why would someone so concerned with the education of her students and so friendly with Dumbledore ever think of joining the dark side? It made no sense.

“It’s all because Dumbledore!� she muttered angrily.

“He never appreciates all of the work I do and is always leaving me out of important plans for the Order. I am sick and tired of having to find out everything from Severus! His notes are always covered in greasy streaks which, of course, makes them impossible to read!� She finished with a huff and glared at the scared looking owl perched precariously on her window sill.

“So do I give him my support?� she mused to no one in particular. “I hate not being useful or appreciated. I can do so many things to help end this war. But do I end it for the good side or the dark side?� she paced. “That’s the question.�

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Much later that evening or more accurately in the wee hours of the next morning, the five Weird Sisters crept out of their rooms near the Astronomy Tower to the uninhabited third floor corridor.

At the same time someone a few floors above opened a window and released an owl, whispering softly, “Go, fly as fast as you can. I know he doesn’t like to wait. You and I are now on his side.� She watched it fly over the grounds and out of sight with her determined eyes reflecting the cold moonlight.

On the other side of the castle, Myron flicked his wand and white lines appeared in a diamond shape around the third floor corridor. Next, Donoghan lit up three of the gargoyle statues so they formed three bases and now wore expressions like they’d just inhaled a drove of fireflies in one sitting. It was time for some fun.

“Play ball!� Donoghan shouted in his best impersonation of a muggle umpire. “It’s time for some Third Floor Corridor Kickball!�

“Come one, I can take it, do your worst,� Gideon taunted Merton who was pitching first while trying to ignore the comments from a portrait who was criticizing his form. Merton and Myron were always on the same team with Kirley and Gideon opposing them. Donoghan preferred to break up the arguments and enforce the ever growing list of rules. (“No, that’s wrong. It’s on the second Thursday of the month that you have to skip to first base, not the Wednesday! Don’t you remember?!�)

“Ha!� Myron yelled at Kirley who was preparing to kick by perfecting the spikes in his aqua mohawk, “We’ve got you now! There’s no way you’re gonna win when we’ve got the Mertonator!� The Weird Sisters had come up with Third Floor Corridor Kickball in their fourth year and only played it on special occasions late at night so that the castle wouldn’t get too quiet.

Soon enough, just as the Sisters had planned, curious students and teachers rose from their quiet slumber to come find out where all of the noise was coming from. They all wore expressions of befuddlement, and really, who can blame them? Seeing a world famous rock band playing kickball in the third floor corridor at 4 o’clock in the morning is not a regular occurrence, even in the magical world.

“Um, excuse me,� started a perplexed Hermione Granger as she stepped out the crowed which had amassed around all of the entrances. “Er, um, what are you doing?� Harry and Ron stood next to her with the same looks of befuddlement on their faces.

“Is that really the Weird Sisters playing kickball in the third floor corridor in the middle of the night?� Harry whispered to Ron hardly believing his eyes as he gazed at his favorite rock band on the planet.

“Yes, we’re playing Third Floor Corridor Kickball. Would you care to join us?� Myron asked looking over at the three friends completely serious.

“Yeah!� said Ron pushing forward to pitch the ball next taking a wide-eyed Hermione and still confused Harry with him.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!�

“Ah, come on, we were just getting start–� Kirley began, but upon identifying the speaker, he looked as though he’d rather have just kept quiet.