It was turning out to be a beautiful day at Hogwarts. Nice enough for the Gryffindor Quidditch team to get up at the crack of dawn to claim the Quidditch pitch before any other team. They all got ready and started off to the pitch. But then the Slytherin team over, saying Snape, the potions master, gave them permission first. This upsetted the team, particularly the captain, Oliver Wood. The seeker on the Gryffindor team was Harry Potter and his friends, Ron and Hermione, came over to see what the problem was.
Draco Malfoy had bought the whole Slytherin team brand new Nimbus Two-Thousand and Ones. That made him earn his place as the team's seeker. Then, being the cocky cock that he was, he called Hermione a mudblood.
Young Draco should have never have made this mistake.
Ron retaliated quick with a spell. Just weeks ago, Ron had snapped his wand in half in a freak accident. As Ron lifted his wand to curse Draco, something in his wand went horribly wrong.
First, the spell backfired. After that, nobody could explain what occurred on that fateful day.
"Eat slugs, Malfoy!" yelled Ron. Then Ron was shot back onto the ground, but he soon was back onto his feet.
The Slytherins started chuckling, but then a loud cracking noise polluted the air.
Everyone looked over at Ron, and protruding from his parted mouth was a long skinny hand yielding elongated fingers, jutting it's forearm high into the air. The arm appeared to be in a black suit. Everyone was staring at him in disbelief. The Slytherin team backed away, startled.
Another large cracking sound filled the silent air as a second saliva-covered arm slowly slid it's way out and gripped Ron's upper lip. It was silent yet again, but just for a moment, as all of the students watched Ron's stomach. It looked as if an elongated baby was kicking within him ferociously.
The loudest crack yet sounded as two feet adorned with dapper shoes kicked their way out of his mouth and slid out just as the arms did. The legs just kept sliding out and were unusually tall.
The remainder of the body jumped it's way out of Ron's. Ron then thumped onto the ground, his corpse's mouth ripped ear to ear.
The man- no, thing, that emerged from Ron was crouched down and took in it's new found environment.
It had a milky white face which did not bear any facial features; no mouth, eyes, nor ears. It was wearing a black suit, accompanied by a fine red tie. It stood up at last, and proved that it was indeed larger than Hagrid.
A tall, slender man stood there and that is when all of the students began to scream. The Gryffindor team started to run towards the school, but the creature was faster and SPLICE, they were all dead. Soon followed the Slytherins and every other human on Hogwart's grounds.
The poor creature was soon bored, so he ran off into the Forbidden Forest, satisfied with his awakening.