CHAPTER 1: THE LETTER

It was a nice spring day @ Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The 3 stars of this story were doing their homework in the Gryffindor
common room.

1 had messy jet-black hair, and a lightening bolt shaped scar on his
forehead, his name was Harry Potter.

The 1 sitting next to him (who's tongue was sticking out from the side from the concentration), had red hair, and freckles was 1 of Harry Potter's best
friends, Ron Weasley. To say it simply, he was a ding dong, but.

And the only girl of the trio, who had bushy brown hair, was Hermione
Granger.

They had Transfiguration homework Charms, Potions, Defense Against the Dark
Arts and Hermione had Arithmancy.

As usual, Hermione was already done with everything when Harry and Ron just got done with 1 subject. It was 10:00 p.m. so Hermione went to bed. Harry
and Ron were the only one's left.

Harry: *looks back @ Hermione who was going upstairs to the girls dormitory* How does she get done so fast?

Ron: *still looking @ his paper* How would I know? I can barley read!

Harry: True. Guess Hermione's way of working is a mystery of life.

Ron: Yup. Hey, what's this word? *Still looking down @ his trans. Book* Ta- he? Ah, what's the use?

Harry: That's 'the' mate, but better than last time. u got 'carnival' out of nowhere. *Shrugs* guess that's another mystery of life.

It was morning and everyone was eating breakfast in the Great Hall.

Harry saw that Dumbledore had gotten an owl. As he read he became more, and
more pale. As he finished he stood up. Dumbledore: *clapped his hands* Excuse me? Excuse me! EXCUSE ME! WOULD U ALL SHUT UP BEFORE I COME OUT THERE AND KILL U ALL??!!

at happened to get everyone's attention.

Dumbledore: Yes now that U good for nothing, lazy, BUMS! Have finally shut up, I think it's a good time to tell u you're all going to die and good- bye. *and sits down*

McGonagal: *stands up, and looks nervously @ Dumbledore who was happily sipping some soup* Uh, um, th-thank you Professor, I think the students found that, uh, rather enjoyable, eh?? *Looks out @ students who looked confused and bored* Yes, well what I think Professor Dumbledore was trying to say was that-

Dumbledore: Minerva, I think I am okay now, (Psychotic laughter) er, sorry, I shall explain, I have just received a letter from, The Ambassador of, The Retarded Monkeys!!!!!!!!