AN: I finally got to posting this CRACK, although it's not quite there yet. Ah well.., maybe some feedback will help me feed the 'Flames of Insanity'. I know it's not the best thing I've ever written, and rather random, and the chapters are short, but then again: It's CRACK.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Bwhuahahaha! I'm unaccountable for the mess that is canon!
Prologue: Sanity the Snorkack
The day began like any other really. The sun rose in the East, the birds were chirping, and the Gryffindors and Slytherins were having another of their frequent fights in the corridor. Ofcourse when asked about it, nothing would have happened, but it was the principle of the thing!
Tradition ranging back to the very Founding of this school!
A Redhaired man taunted his opponent, "Is that all you have you slimy snakespeaking git!", he rumbled. Said opponent snorted uncharacteristically and yelled equally -if not as convincingly- valiantly, "As if GryffinDork!", before both cast a flurry of spells, which ended with a shrinking charm aimed at a certain region between the legs.
A Brunette and a Ravenhead rolled their eyes at the antics, along with the female students. The men in the audience winced, as Gryffindor yelped and copped the place his manhood would have been.
Slytherin had to be evil! A Dark Lord! There was no other explanation for this blasphemy against Man!
Unfortunately, that semblance of normality soon ended, as a certain pet was hit by a cutting curse, killing it. The fighting stopped, as the creature let out a wail. All eyes were drawn to it, "Isn't that a snorkack?", Bystander Ravenclaw Girl 1 asked disbelievingly, "Loony... was right?"
As if summoned by the mention of her name -sort of-, Luna pushed her way to the crowd. "Nooh!", she wailed, "I only just got him!"
Luna sobbed holding the creature's remains in her arms. "You killed him", she whispered, before looking up with seemingly uncharacteristic hatred in her eyes, "You killed Sanity!".
Silence reigned, 'Sanity the Snorkack?', the name made little enough common sense to make sense to them wizards and witches. But I digress...
"I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!", she yelled, floating some feet above the ground, her blue-grey eyes shining an eclectic... well, Bluegrey... -Red and gold was so Faraway Galaxy!-. Winds picked up around her, despite being in a hallway, causing papers to be ripped out of bookbags, and a visible corona of power, the same colour of her eclectically glowing eyes, surrounded her.
It didn't take uncharacteristic genius for the magicals to realize they were in trouble. It was to late anyway. The rage-enfueled Lovegood Heiress raised the hand not holding the death Snorkack...
And then everything went black.