Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter related stuff, just my markers.
A/N. This is a challenge I got from my cousin Hapi Djus, for we were in a deep conversation about markers and I got challenge to do a one–shot story so here we are
Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry wasn't only the second home of the students , oh no , you see our beloved witch Hermione Granger had always had problems writing with her quill so she managed to sneak some markers with her into the school at the start of her new term.
But what she didn't know was that the magic of Hogwarts had a lot affect on those little innocent markers, indeed they came alive, well they always were alive but there they got the possibility of moving and talking but they had to be careful not to be seen , even though this was a magic school , talking markers wasn't exactly a good sign.
Those 2 markers didn't have a specific name so they will be called Marker 1 and Marker 2. Marker 1 was blue and Marker 2 was normal black one. Of course the black once are destined to rule the nation of Pens and Markers so he of course was more important. That seemed to get to burst his ego and make him go pure evil.
Marker 1 wasn't scared for he is the chosen one.
Hermione took her markers out of her bag and placed them on her desk in her room. She was head girl and had her own bedroom. The markers acted like …. Well markers and didn't move. Hermione quickly left the room and headed for class, leaving the markers all alone in the dark cold room.
"I'll be damned, we are finally here and able to speak freely" Marker 1 said excitedly
Marker 2 didn't give him a reply or even a look, he wanted to kill him, but something was stopping him, ah yes the little secret he had for our dear blue marker. He didn't want to admit it. Marker 1 was working for the good side, he, the infamous back marker couldn't bare even having a decent conversation with that chosen one.
"Yes, quite dazzling isn't it?" Damn it, too late, he gave a reply, damn him from being made in England, those damn tea cup manners had washed over him, he would be a laugh if his fellow markers would see him now.
Marker 1 raised an eye brow (do markers have eye brows? Oh well this one does) at his English accent, stifling a laugh but not really working.
"Are you laughing at me you brat?" Marker 2 said offended
"Of course I'm not "Marker 1 said looking as innocent as a marker can be.
"You shall die" Marker 2 said, somehow managing to get a light sword
Mysteriously marker 1 had a light sword also and they started fighting, they not having any hands, were turning around trying to hit each other (lol can you imagine that) but without use.
"Oh bullocks, its no use, I can't kill you Marker 1" Marker 2 finally said
"Yes you can , c'mon fight like a….. Marker" Marker 1 replied raising his sword
Marker 2 looked at him sadly "Marker 1, I am your father" he replied looking at the ground
Marker 1 stood there dumb struck before throwing away his sword and falling down.
"NOOOOOO" he shouted and it could be heard all across the room, fro such a small marker, that's saying something.
Whatever happened after that is unknown, rumours say that Marker 1 and stabbed Marker 2, another rumour says they went on a father – son vacation, but like I said no one knows…..
THE END
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Thank you Thank you, my first one shot story, please review
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