Ok, I can't believe I'm doing this. I love Harry Potter and all, but I am
A NEWSIE GOIL! lol. But I just got so inspired. So, here goes.
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"OK, so, we sneak into McGonagall's room when she isn't there, and we plant the stink bomb! It's brilliant!"
"Ron, you ARE an idiot. Not only is that a stupid idea, but what if you get caught? Professor McGonagall will have your head!"
"Hermione, stop being such a goody-two-shoes. It's time you had some fun. This is our third year at Howgwart's, and it's time we started to pull some pranks. Fred and George were already the masters two weeks into the first year!"
"Oh, so now we're taking advice on how to behave in school from Fred and George? How could I be stupid enough not to go along with them? They've never gotten in trouble." Hermione retaliated back to Ron, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Look, they may not be 'the perfect students' but at least they're not boring old-"
"You guys!" Harry interrupted. "Just please stop fighting. We're not even there and you're already at each other's throats.
Ron and Hermione glared at each other, but then let the subject drop. The three were riding in a mostly empty compartment, except for two girls all the front of the compartment, giggling idiotically. They were on their way to Howgwart's School of Witch-Craft and Wizardry, third year. They were all about fourteen years old, and complete opposites of each other.
Ron was a tall, lanky, red headed, freckled boy who came from a large, poor family and was always ready for mischief.
Hermione was a professional, bushy haired, pretty busy-body who would rather die than break the rules and just couldn't keep her nose out of everyone's business, especially if it was something that she just KNEW was going to get them in trouble.
And Harry, well, he was Harry Potter. The boy who lived. The boy who no one understood, and who had faced much more than any boy should. He was kind, brave, smart, powerful, handsome, and for some unknown reason still single!
They began to talk about other things when suddenly the door to the compartment slid open with a small 'click'. A very pretty girl who was medium height, long blond hair with red highlights, and electric blue eyes entered. She sat down in the seat which was horizontal to thee three friends and leaned against the window.
"Who's she?" asked Ron.
"Dunno, never seen her before." hissed Hermione.
"She's got a great body though." whispered Ron back, getting evil glares from Hermione.
However they could not continue because the girl had stood up and walked over to their table. "My name is Margo Henderson, I just started here. I was being home schooled, but living in a small home in England while practicing spells that more than once set the house on fire isn't exactly convenient. So, I'm coming here." She turned to Ron. "Oh, and my body is my business, you little pervert." She turned so that she was eying all three of them. "You just might want to keep your voices down when you gossip."
Harry was dumbstruck. How could someone just waltz over here and act so superior? "I, actually, was not saying anything." he murmured, getting death glares from Ron and Hermione.
Margo put on an obviously fake sympathetic face. "Too bad, so sad. Who cares?" she said briskly. "Who might you three knuckle heads be?"
"We're not knuckleheads, and why should we tell you 'miss uppity'?" said Harry, a frown on his face.
"Fine, don't." she replied, and was about to head back to her seat when Hermione suddenly said, "Why don't you join us? There's an empty seat next to Harry."
Harry and Ron threw bewildered and angry looks at her. Hermione just shrugged in an 'Ill-explain-later look.'
"Sure." said the girl, saying so just to bother the two boys. She sat down icily next to Harry, not even touching him. "So, what are your names?"
"You mean you don't know me!?!?" Harry blurted out.
"Yeah, Potter, I know you. Geeze, you better watch it. If that head of yours gets any bigger, it might just tip the train." she frowned and turned back to Hermione and Ron. "Do you mind introducing me to 'little people' of this great, big, famous man's fan club?" she said sarcastically.
Ron ignored her and said, "I'm Ron Weasley, and this is Hermione Granger."
"We three are all in Gryffindor. I suppose you'll have to go and take part in the sorting house ceremony with all of the first years, then?" smirked Harry.
"No, moron, actually I was sorted over the summer." she retaliated.
"What house are you in?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Gryffindor, I now see unfortunately. I hope there's enough room in the house for me. I suppose Harry here takes up at least, four people with his enormous head?" she grinned evilly.
Harry was about to throw another remark back at her when the train hit a bump and Margo flew into Harry. It ended up where she landed in his lap, her eyes looking into his.
Her mouth was open slightly in surprise and her hands gripping Harry's shoulders. Suddenly, she rolled off of him and slid out of the booth. "Nice meeting you all." she said stiffly, and then retreated out of the compartment.
As soon as she did the train stopped with a jolt. They had arrived.
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Hope you liked that! PLEASE REVIEW! If ya do I'll give ya a fly jumping casually in a dreaded pile of google! Or, just a thanks!
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"OK, so, we sneak into McGonagall's room when she isn't there, and we plant the stink bomb! It's brilliant!"
"Ron, you ARE an idiot. Not only is that a stupid idea, but what if you get caught? Professor McGonagall will have your head!"
"Hermione, stop being such a goody-two-shoes. It's time you had some fun. This is our third year at Howgwart's, and it's time we started to pull some pranks. Fred and George were already the masters two weeks into the first year!"
"Oh, so now we're taking advice on how to behave in school from Fred and George? How could I be stupid enough not to go along with them? They've never gotten in trouble." Hermione retaliated back to Ron, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Look, they may not be 'the perfect students' but at least they're not boring old-"
"You guys!" Harry interrupted. "Just please stop fighting. We're not even there and you're already at each other's throats.
Ron and Hermione glared at each other, but then let the subject drop. The three were riding in a mostly empty compartment, except for two girls all the front of the compartment, giggling idiotically. They were on their way to Howgwart's School of Witch-Craft and Wizardry, third year. They were all about fourteen years old, and complete opposites of each other.
Ron was a tall, lanky, red headed, freckled boy who came from a large, poor family and was always ready for mischief.
Hermione was a professional, bushy haired, pretty busy-body who would rather die than break the rules and just couldn't keep her nose out of everyone's business, especially if it was something that she just KNEW was going to get them in trouble.
And Harry, well, he was Harry Potter. The boy who lived. The boy who no one understood, and who had faced much more than any boy should. He was kind, brave, smart, powerful, handsome, and for some unknown reason still single!
They began to talk about other things when suddenly the door to the compartment slid open with a small 'click'. A very pretty girl who was medium height, long blond hair with red highlights, and electric blue eyes entered. She sat down in the seat which was horizontal to thee three friends and leaned against the window.
"Who's she?" asked Ron.
"Dunno, never seen her before." hissed Hermione.
"She's got a great body though." whispered Ron back, getting evil glares from Hermione.
However they could not continue because the girl had stood up and walked over to their table. "My name is Margo Henderson, I just started here. I was being home schooled, but living in a small home in England while practicing spells that more than once set the house on fire isn't exactly convenient. So, I'm coming here." She turned to Ron. "Oh, and my body is my business, you little pervert." She turned so that she was eying all three of them. "You just might want to keep your voices down when you gossip."
Harry was dumbstruck. How could someone just waltz over here and act so superior? "I, actually, was not saying anything." he murmured, getting death glares from Ron and Hermione.
Margo put on an obviously fake sympathetic face. "Too bad, so sad. Who cares?" she said briskly. "Who might you three knuckle heads be?"
"We're not knuckleheads, and why should we tell you 'miss uppity'?" said Harry, a frown on his face.
"Fine, don't." she replied, and was about to head back to her seat when Hermione suddenly said, "Why don't you join us? There's an empty seat next to Harry."
Harry and Ron threw bewildered and angry looks at her. Hermione just shrugged in an 'Ill-explain-later look.'
"Sure." said the girl, saying so just to bother the two boys. She sat down icily next to Harry, not even touching him. "So, what are your names?"
"You mean you don't know me!?!?" Harry blurted out.
"Yeah, Potter, I know you. Geeze, you better watch it. If that head of yours gets any bigger, it might just tip the train." she frowned and turned back to Hermione and Ron. "Do you mind introducing me to 'little people' of this great, big, famous man's fan club?" she said sarcastically.
Ron ignored her and said, "I'm Ron Weasley, and this is Hermione Granger."
"We three are all in Gryffindor. I suppose you'll have to go and take part in the sorting house ceremony with all of the first years, then?" smirked Harry.
"No, moron, actually I was sorted over the summer." she retaliated.
"What house are you in?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Gryffindor, I now see unfortunately. I hope there's enough room in the house for me. I suppose Harry here takes up at least, four people with his enormous head?" she grinned evilly.
Harry was about to throw another remark back at her when the train hit a bump and Margo flew into Harry. It ended up where she landed in his lap, her eyes looking into his.
Her mouth was open slightly in surprise and her hands gripping Harry's shoulders. Suddenly, she rolled off of him and slid out of the booth. "Nice meeting you all." she said stiffly, and then retreated out of the compartment.
As soon as she did the train stopped with a jolt. They had arrived.
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Hope you liked that! PLEASE REVIEW! If ya do I'll give ya a fly jumping casually in a dreaded pile of google! Or, just a thanks!
3 Me!