Harry Potter Theme Tune Keyboard Notes Novels & Stories

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

“I believe I’ve already informed you of my observation on your hands. The keyboard also caught your curiosity about my unit. I see you’ve been observing, too, Major, and that’s actually good. I also had a further confirmation about my deductions on your talent because of your ringtone.” “My ringtone!? How could you possibly ‘confirm your deductions’ that I play the piano by my ringtone? I accept the first ones but the last part… Care to explain?” “It was you playing. Beethoven’s Moonlight has some sort of an intro but your version doesn’t. Stop asking me how I knew it was you. A good magician doesn’t expose their tricks.” “Well, I could have just cut his intro and then used it for my— Are th

C, G, D, A, E. If Julian Rhodes had used these notes as an encryption key, it meant the Archive wasn't just a vault. It was a lock that required a specific rhythm to open. Ethan had the files, but he didn't have the soul of the composition. He had the notes, but he didn't have the swing. I started to write. Not a review. Not a critique. I started to map out the Second Movement based on the fragments Kai had played on that toy keyboard. I looked at the way the C led to the G—a perfect fifth. A solid foundation. Then the D—another fifth. It was a staircase. A sequence of rising tension that Julian had used to hide his secrets.

Her husband nodded. Moments later, the lights dimmed once more. But they didn’t see anyone walk to the middle of the floor. When suddenly, the familiar tune of Hedwig’s Theme came on. The students, especially the ones who have watched and loved the Harry Potter movies, recognized the music. “This! Isn’t this in the soundtrack of the Harry Potter movie?” “Yes! It is! My gosh! This is my ringtone!” “And their dress.. The color reminds me of the Beauxbatons.”

25 in A minor, WoO 59 (Für Elise). I couldn’t stop myself but to smile on how he plays. He stops and then I notice him looking at me. I looked at him too, I don’t know but something the way he looks at me that I couldn’t explain. His deep blue eyes were enticing.

Three*. Jose immediately recognized it. “Lu, isn't this—” “It is,” I said without opening my eyes, my fingers still playing. *Four. Five* Then on the sixth note, I played the G-minor chord, just as Lorenzo had told me. And right before the echo of the chord stopped, I felt the floor vibrate, followed by the sound of heavy gears grinding against stone. It came from downstairs, at the altar.

If his condition had deteriorated, he would hide it to protect her feelings. "I'm going to the company," Harper grabbed her keys. "Wait!" Liam jumped up. "You can't go! He's... uh... he's planning a surprise merger! Top secret!" "I don't care about mergers," Harper said stubbornly. "I care about his legs." Just then, the lights in the living room dimmed. The French doors leading to the garden slowly opened automatically. Soft piano music floated in from outside. It was Rachmaninoff. But not the angry, thundering prelude he played at the engagement party. It was Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini. The 18th Variation. Romantic. Soaring. Dreamy.

"He'll be wearing a microphone as well. You'll hear everything, Harry. Just wait. It would come very soon " Harry moves vigorously and the silver cuts deeper into his skin. "What should I wait for…?" his eyes move about the room frantically as if searching for an answer to his question "You can stop it anytime," I remind him, taking my seat again. "Just agree to my terms." "Stop what…" he asks again in uncertainty "Ugh… Harry, do not spoil the fun! Just wait!" I snap and that seems to do the trick and keep his mout shut For a moment, there's nothing but radio noise from the device. Then comes the sound of a heavy door opening, footsteps, and finally, Alora's voice. Beautiful

And it turned its non-face toward the heart of our noise. Toward Lyra. A single, pure tone emanated from it. Not loud. Not a silencing wave. It was a clear, piercing note, a perfect middle C that cut through our cacophony like a scalpel. And as it touched the edges of our riotous energy, something horrible happened. *Harmonization.*

It was none other than the musical scale syllables to our favorite classical tune. My fingers slid across the box till they found a row of unassuming bumps, at which point I began to tap lightly. Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Si, Do. As the last note rang out, there was a soft click before the box opened. Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the small wooden box. There were no precious jewelry or shocking documents inside, only a small, black memory card, nestled quietly into the red velvet. … That tiny memory card was like the fabled Pandora's box.