Copyright 2008 by JustLivePosthumously
Adapted from Food, Glorious Food
THE SCENE: Dursley residence, Number Four, Privet Drive. Harry Potter is waking up in the smallest cupboard beneath the stairs
HARRY:
Should I have a single care?
Since I live beneath the stair
The people called the Dursleys are cru…el!
Ev'ry day I wake up torn
Wishing I was never born
Just because the Dursleys are cru…el!
There is no hope left on Privet Drive
If there were, they'd have killed it by now
But there's something old Vernon can't stop getting through
When I look to the skies, there's an ow…l!
Owls, dozens of owls!
What could they be sending?
Such wonderful fowls
Their messages pending.
Each letter I try to read
My uncle goes crazy.
One letter is all I need
He'll push up daisies.
Owls, dozens of owls!
I'm anxious to listen
In shiny green ink
Each letter it glistens
Always addressed to me
Dear Mr. H. Potter
I pray
Maybe today
Maybe they'll stay
What do they say?
Owls, hundreds of owls!
Drop letters from somewhere
Aunt Petunia scowls
PETUNIA:
Touch one if you would dare!
HARRY:
What bakes a new batch of hopes?
What brings on a sigh?
Piled letters and envelopes
Six feet high!
Owls, hundreds of owls!
Just open one letter
Then maybe I'll know
Could my life be better?
Grab one from the chimney vent
Or from under the door
There's more
Vernon will roar
Shook to the core
One letter more!
Owls, thousands of owls!
I finally hear them
Ten! Twenty-five! More!
Just need to get near them!
They're fluttering overhead
On tiptoe I totter
Each envelope's cover said
Harry Potter!
Owls, thousand of owls
My uncle can't flee them
Wherever we go
The writer can see him
First to an old cheap motel
Next, a rock in the sea
Oh please!
This one's for me!
Just let me see!
VERNON and PETUNIA:
Where can we flee?
HARRY:
What could they be?
HAGRID enters
VERNON and PETUNIA (terrified):
Now who is he?
HARRY (ripping open a letter):
Letters for me!
Hog - A - Warts!
Adapted from O - Li - Ver!
HAGRID (spoken):
VERNON (intoned)
HAGRID:
HARRY (spoken)
HAGRID (spoken):
HARRY, VERNON, PETUNIA (spoken):
PETUNIA (sung)
VERNON (sung):
PETUNIA:
HARRY:
VERNON and PETUNIA:
HAGRID:
VERNON and PETUNIA (cowering):
HAGRID:
VERNON:
HAGRID:
Hog - a - warts! Hog - a - warts!
VERNON:
HAGRID:
We Shall Scream!
Adapted from I Shall Scream!
HAGRID (spoken):
PETUNIA:
HAGRID:
PETUNIA:
I shall scream! I shall scream!
HAGRID:
PETUNIA:
VERNON:
I shall scream! I shall scream!
VERNON and PETUNIA:
HAGRID:
Will you try to un-persuade me
VERNON and PETUNIA:
HAGRID:
VERNON and PETUNIA:
HAGRID:
VERNON:
HAGRID:
VERNON:
HAGRID (thundering):
(angrily sung) You will pay, Mr. Dursley:
Dudley dances about, squeals like a pig, and reveals his tail
The Boy Who Lived
Adapted from Boy For Sale
THE SCENE: The Leaky Cauldron, as its patrons notice Harry's scar
HAGRID::
This boy
If I could say his life will be a legend
ALL:
Who Am I?
Adapted from Where Is Love?
Spotlight on Harry, all others freeze in background
HARRY:
I know that this world's not fair
Lights fade up, Hagrid taps on the brick wall, a door appears and a busy Diagon Alley bursts into action
Who Will Buy?
Adapted from Who Will Buy?
CHORUS OF DIAGON ALLEY MERCHANTS:
APOTHECARY:
MADAM MALKIN:
APOTHECARY:
MADAM MALKIN:
APOTHECARY:
Couldn't make us a cup 'o tea? It's not been an easy journey
I demand that you leave us at once, sir
You sir are breaking and entering!
Shut up!
(spoken) Well, hello Harry. Happy birthday!
Who are you?
Rubeus Hagrid, from Hogwarts
Hogwarts!?
Stop him!
Lop him!
Not there
Not where?
(to HARRY) We can't hear you!
(to HAGRID) But we really fear you!
Wait!
You mean the boy don't know a thing!
Does he even know the meaning of his name?
Not a thing…
Hog - a - warts! Hog - a - warts!
This boy is famous and don't even know
Stop right there! Stop right there
Don't care who he is, we will not let him go
To that school of freaks and witches
And hags you call wizardry
If he leaves this household, all of his days
From now on will be misery
Hog - a - warts! Hog - a - warts!
What will you do when you're beat black and blue
You will curse the day
You got in the way of
Hog - a - warts!
That is the place Mr. Potter belongs
No it's not! No it's not!
I will not hear anymore of this song
And to thing we trusted
You to take care of the Potter's child
You had failed them both
The day we left Harry upon your step meek and mild
What will you quickly do
Now that I've found him
And freed him from you
You will curse the day, you did not obey
Hog - a - warts!
You're a wizard, Harry!
He's not going, no way!
To that stupid school of magic
Wish you would just go 'way
Tried to stop my sister Lily
Be a witch so willy-nilly
I will do the same for Harry
Only you are rather scary
He will stay…
No, he won't
He will stay!
Try to stop me saving Harry, I shall scream!
Can't believe that you would protest
After sending lettered notice
I will take him very easy
If you'll only let me, pleas-e!
I shall scream, scream, scream!
When his parents were killed
You had thought that we'd be helpful
We're the ones who were billed
Now we're sick of little Harry
And although you're rather scary
We don't want any attention
Brought to us, when we can mention
That he goes
To a school
Called Hogwarts!
When our neighbors ask "Where is he?" I shall scream!
That our Harry is a wizard
Letters flying like a blizzard
We would like to keep this quiet
'cuz our neighbor will not buy it
They shall scream, scream, scream!
Do you think that you farts
Could of stopped the Potter's child
From attending Hogwarts
And to think that your permission
Would be needed for admission
No…
Is there nothing to dissuade me
None at all
None at all
Is that all
I shall scream - he won't go!
Have I not already mentioned he won't go!
But his life won't be disaster
Under Hogwart's best headmaster
I will not hear anymore
Of that crackpot Dumbledore
NEVER INSULT ALBUS DUMBLEDORE IN FRONT OF ME!
Look this way, Dudley Dursley:
You shall scream, scream, scream!
This boy,
The Boy Who Lived
Can you believe?
That he still is with us
After You-Know-Who
The Boy Who Lived
Defeated him
After James and Lily
Couldn't stand a chance
I could because that's what it really is
This boy
The Boy Who Lived
We can't believe
That our Harry Potter is
The Boy Who Lived
Who am I?
People stare, I ask them why?
Why am I the only one who can't
Be a passerby?
Who were they?
What happened on that fateful day?
To me my parents' names are only names
Why must it be that way?
What is it that they all see?
What is it that makes me - me?
Will I start to be the person who
Hogwarts thinks will come true?
Who, who am I?
Sometimes I don't even care
But why can't they share…why the stare
And declare…do they dare
Who, who am I?
Who will buy?
Who will buy?
Who will buy?
Who will buy?
Who will buy your potion basics?
Fine kit for a starter
Beetle-eyes, snake fangs, and nettles
Horned slugs and toad tartar
Will you buy any robes today, any robes?
Madam Malkin's robes for anyday?
Come and buy your cauldrons here
Any robes today, any robes?
Gold, bras, silver, pewter