Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts
Summary: Based on the TIAMATDAH icons. Little drabbles. Purely for humor. I will not make every icon into a chapter. M for safety reasons.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!
Chapter 1: #1. I will not poke Hufflepuff's with spoons, nor will I insist that their house colors indicate that they are covered in bees.
"Harry. Harry, mate. You need to get up now," Ronald Weasley called from across the room.
"I'm over here Ron," Harry said, a mere foot from Ron, causing Ron to jump.
"Bloody Hell, Harry! Why're you in your invisibility cloak?!" Ron exclaimed.
"Don't worry about it, Ron. I have a plan," Harry answered.
"Whatever, mate. Let's go down for breakfast," Ron said, heading towards the door of their dorm.
After meeting Hermione in the common room, the golden trio began the decent to the Great Hall, though it seemed as though Ron and Hermione were by themselves, due to the fact that Harry was still under his invisibility cloak.
"Harry? What are you planning?" Hermione asked, nervously glancing in Harry's direction.
"I can't tell you. It's a secret," Harry whispered.
"But,
Harr--"
"-- No, Hermione. I won't tell you. It's a
surprise. You two go sit down, and you'll see what I mean in just a
little bit," Harry said, as Ron and Hermione heard his footsteps
fading quickly, and decided to sit down before they could be blamed
for whatever Harry was planning.
"BLOODY HELL!" Everybody in the great hall turned and stared at the Hufflepuff table, where students up and down the table were yelping and twisting, apparently unprovoked.
"Students! Cease this ruckus at once! What is the meaning of this?!" Professor McGonagall cried, walking down from the staff table.
"Somebody's poking us!" the Hufflepuff's said in unison.
"There's nobody around here!" the ruffled Professor exclaimed, whipping out her wand.
"Well, Professor, I was poking them," Harry Potter said, pulling off his invisibility cloak and holding a plastic spoon.
"May I ask WHY?" McGonagall said, stomping over.
"They have bees on them! I was trying to poke them away!"
"WHAT BEES?!"
"See all the yellow and black? They're absolutely covered in them!"
"Mr. Potter, to the hospital wing. Have Madame Pomfrey give you something for hallucinations. Then, come and see me in my office," McGonagall said, storming off surrounded by the student's uproarious laughter.
AN: So really, it may be stupid, but, they're not meant to be works of art or anything. Merely to amuse. Think of it this way, there's even more tomfoolery to come!! Reviews are welcome. Flame if you wish, but it's pointless!
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