Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; it belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This isn't really aimed towards OCs in general or anyone in particular. It's just poking fun at the abundance of OCs in the Harry Potter fandom and at how ridiculous some of them can get. Without further ado, here is the first chapter:
"I see them! They're coming! Open the door, now!"
The door to the room of requirement was flung open. Two redheads ran inside, both carrying a bag. A stampede of footsteps and stomps approaching their current location resonated throughout the hall.
"Close the door!"
"Wait! Where's Seamus?"
"He's gone; they got him! Close the door! Close the door!"
Someone hesitated. The stampede grew louder, grew closer.
"Potter, damn it, we don't have time for this! Close the damn door!"
Harry snapped out of his trance when Ron and Ginny began to shut the heavy door. Potter threw his weight against it, helping to get it closed faster. The last thing he saw before it slammed shut was the sight of a snarling teenage girl lunging towards the entrance to the room.
Hermione, Neville, and Snape quickly ran to their aid. The door was hit with strike after strike from the outside, and the three students leaning against it were nearly thrown from the surface of the door from the force of the attacks. Neville went to help push against the door to keep it shut, and Hermione and Snape began to shout spell after spell to fortify their defenses and to lock and glue the door shut.
Screams and chanting could be heard from behind the door.
After several minutes of furious spell casting, Hermione and Snape began to slow down. Ron, Ginny, and Neville slowly backed away from the door, but Harry remained leaning against it.
Soon, the sound of the scratching and banging against the door ebbed away, and a dreadful silence filled the room.
Where's Seamus?
Harry shut his eyes.
He's gone.
The thought of another lost friend was almost too much to bear.
The silence and grief allowed his mind to wander towards darker thoughts. How long had it been since the invasion? Weeks? Months? The thoughts of freedom and days filled with no fear seemed like a faraway memory from a different lifetime. How many people were left? Were they the only pocket of resistance still fighting? In his mind's eye he began to see his missing friends, Luna, Hagrid, and all the others. Had they been captured?
He rubbed his eyelids harshly, hoping to perhaps banish these thoughts.
It was no use.
Suddenly, Ginny's footstep broke the silence, tapping against the stone floor as she walked towards a corner of the room. A creaking of a cabinet door opening could be heard and then the clinking of glass. The footsteps approached Harry, and soon a warm hand was touching his shoulder. Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Ginny's face. Her eyes were shining, as though she were about to cry but refused to let the tears fall.
"A toast to Seamus Finnigan, our brave friend?"
Harry accepted the glass offered to him, and soon some red wine was being poured into it. The other survivors gathered around as well, and they silently raised their glasses in a toast to their fallen fellow.
As Harry looked around at everyone, even Snape, determination grew in his heart. He wouldn't let another one of them be captured, no. They would survive this invasion. He'd go on supply runs by himself and alone if that's what it took to keep them all safe.
They'd find a way to defeat these monsters.
Perhaps, he thought, it was time to attempt Operation Bookworm again.
It had failed last time, but maybe now that they knew exactly what to expect, and maybe if he went alone, they could succeed.
It was their only hope, he thought, as he observed all the grim faces around him.
Their only hope to destroy the OCs, once and for all.
A/N: Updates will be irregular since this is mostly for my own amusement and I have stuff to do. Reviews are still nice though. c: