A/N: My latest story! This is my first humorous fic. I hope you like it. A little insight to what 'order of the phoenix' might mean. I personally don't care if you leave a review or not, but it would be nice if you did. This will be the only chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with or endorsed by the author or publisher of the Harry Potter book series and/or merchandise. I do not own the rights to McDonalds. Don't sue me!
P.S. I know Harry wouldn't be able to drive, but make an exception!
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"Harry!" Came the shrill voice of Aunt Petunia. "Get up! You have to go to work! Wouldn't want to miss one second of that hamburger flipping excitement!"
"Coming!" Harry yelled down to his aunt. As soon as Harry had gotten home from Hogwarts after his fourth year, his aunt and uncle had come up with the idea of Harry paying them rent. Harry grumbled as he pulled on the 'McDonald's' employee shirt that smelled strongly of grease, even though he had washed it five times.
Harry ran down the stairs and didn't even stop to say bye to anyone. He jumped right into the driver's seat of the car and sped away towards the labor camp known as a fast food restaurant. Harry hated McDonald's now, but endured the work to have a place to stay, and a reason to leave that place.
He walked in the employee entrance and checked the sheet hanging on the wall.
"Great!" Harry mumbled sarcastically. "I get drive through duty. My favorite."
Harry put on the headset and sat on a nearby stool, waiting for a car to come. After ten minutes, his first customer came.
"Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?" Harry asked.
"I'd like an order of hot cakes, a hash brown, and a large coffee please." Said the man in the car."
"That's one order of hot cakes, one hash brown, and one large coffee?" Harry asked.
"Yeah."
"Your total comes to $4.37. Please pull up to the second window."
Harry saw on the video monitor that the man had pulled away. He looked out the window and saw the ugly, rust-colored station wagon pull up. Harry took the money the man handed him, and gave the appropriate change. A girl a couple of years older than Harry handed him the bag of food and the coffee.
It was another fifteen minutes before another car came.
"Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?"
"I'd like a. . . umm. . . one minute please. . ." said a scratchy, high-pitched, somewhat familiar voice.
"Okay." Said Harry. It was nearly 3 whole minutes before the voice gave the order.
"I'd like, uh, 4 hash browns, five orders of hot cakes, eight egg McMuffins, and eight large coffees."
"That's four hash browns, five orders of hot cakes, eight egg McMuffins, and eight large coffees? Your total is $21.95. Please pull up to the second window." Harry glanced at the video monitor and was disappointed that he couldn't get a view of the face that belonged to the familiar voice.
An odd, maroon-colored van pulled up. Harry got a good look at the 'person' driving and was only half-shocked to see the one and only Fawkes the phoenix sitting behind the wheel.
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A/N: Get it? 'Order' of the phoenix!? Fawkes made an 'order' at McDonalds!? It's funny! Well, maybe not. . . Oh well, review anyway.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with or endorsed by the author or publisher of the Harry Potter book series and/or merchandise. I do not own the rights to McDonalds. Don't sue me!
P.S. I know Harry wouldn't be able to drive, but make an exception!
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"Harry!" Came the shrill voice of Aunt Petunia. "Get up! You have to go to work! Wouldn't want to miss one second of that hamburger flipping excitement!"
"Coming!" Harry yelled down to his aunt. As soon as Harry had gotten home from Hogwarts after his fourth year, his aunt and uncle had come up with the idea of Harry paying them rent. Harry grumbled as he pulled on the 'McDonald's' employee shirt that smelled strongly of grease, even though he had washed it five times.
Harry ran down the stairs and didn't even stop to say bye to anyone. He jumped right into the driver's seat of the car and sped away towards the labor camp known as a fast food restaurant. Harry hated McDonald's now, but endured the work to have a place to stay, and a reason to leave that place.
He walked in the employee entrance and checked the sheet hanging on the wall.
"Great!" Harry mumbled sarcastically. "I get drive through duty. My favorite."
Harry put on the headset and sat on a nearby stool, waiting for a car to come. After ten minutes, his first customer came.
"Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?" Harry asked.
"I'd like an order of hot cakes, a hash brown, and a large coffee please." Said the man in the car."
"That's one order of hot cakes, one hash brown, and one large coffee?" Harry asked.
"Yeah."
"Your total comes to $4.37. Please pull up to the second window."
Harry saw on the video monitor that the man had pulled away. He looked out the window and saw the ugly, rust-colored station wagon pull up. Harry took the money the man handed him, and gave the appropriate change. A girl a couple of years older than Harry handed him the bag of food and the coffee.
It was another fifteen minutes before another car came.
"Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?"
"I'd like a. . . umm. . . one minute please. . ." said a scratchy, high-pitched, somewhat familiar voice.
"Okay." Said Harry. It was nearly 3 whole minutes before the voice gave the order.
"I'd like, uh, 4 hash browns, five orders of hot cakes, eight egg McMuffins, and eight large coffees."
"That's four hash browns, five orders of hot cakes, eight egg McMuffins, and eight large coffees? Your total is $21.95. Please pull up to the second window." Harry glanced at the video monitor and was disappointed that he couldn't get a view of the face that belonged to the familiar voice.
An odd, maroon-colored van pulled up. Harry got a good look at the 'person' driving and was only half-shocked to see the one and only Fawkes the phoenix sitting behind the wheel.
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A/N: Get it? 'Order' of the phoenix!? Fawkes made an 'order' at McDonalds!? It's funny! Well, maybe not. . . Oh well, review anyway.