The Chicken Chronicles:Saving The Wizarding World

Chapter 1

Disclaimer : I do not own anything that is related to Harry Potter, and I don't expect to, even in a thousand years.

In loving memory of Teddy the chicken. A chicken with an attitude, yet very much missed.

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I don't understand it really. I don't understand why that stinking Boy-Who-Lived-But-Ain't-Here-Strangley-Enough ain't here, strangley enough. He just went missing. Sally and Rodney don't now. Teddy doesn't know. I dunno either. I better introduce myself. My name is Blaise Zabini. Then there are my buddies, Sally and Rodney Perks. Sally's cool and all, but Rodney's a bit disagreeable. Then there's Teddy. He talks. Well, to me. He won't talk to anyone else. So, yeah. I'm Blaise Zabini, The-Boy-Who's-Talking-To-You, and this is my story.

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Stories always start off with 'Once upon a time...'. That happens in stories with sappy happy endings. But just so I can keep you thinking, I'm gonna start it off the way I think it should be started. I should tell you ... expect the unexpected.

Once upon a time in a land not really far away if you come to think about it, there lived a boy. And that boy is me. Nobody knows who I am. At Hogwarts, which is my school, the Gryffindors,Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs don't talk to me on account of me being a Slytherin. The Slytherins don't talk to me on account of me being un-Slytherin-ish. I still like the idea of sueing the Sorting Hat, until I remembered that, being a hat, he won't have any money. Darn.

Anyway, my story starts on a rainy stormy day with loads of lightning. Just kidding. It was a cloudy day, and everyone was just going around minding their own business. I was in Hogsmeade for the day. I wanted a Butterbeer. But I never got it. Sigh.

First, came the stillness. Everyone sort of froze, and they were all looking in the same direction. So, naturally, I Iooked that way too. And there was Lord Voldemort, holding a pile of bloody and torn robes.

'Dead!' he cackled maniacaly. 'Potter is dead!'

I think none of the crowd have never seen Voldemort that happy. I'm pretty sure none of them have even seen him before. And I'm one of them.

Then, came the screaming. Everyone just went mad. They were running everywhere, and they ran into me and knocked me down. Someone trampled on my fingers. I'm not sure myself whether I was screaming too. Everything was so blurred. I got up and ran, but it isn't easy when a hundred other people are running into you. That was when the Death Eaters appeared. They had their wands out and were cursing random people, causing them to fall down. Some of them never got up.

I had my wand out too. But I had no idea what spell to use. Once, I got hit by something in the back. But I was OK, and got back up.

This is point of the story where I'm supposed to fall over and black out. Well guess what? I didn't. Instead, this was when I saw Teddy for the very first time.

He was running around, mad as everyone else, his feathers all stuck up and his beak was open. I couldn't hear anything though, the noise was deafening. I ran over and scooped him up-he didn't like that. He pecked and flapped, but I hung onto him, thinking that if I let go, he'll get trampled. So I held him tight in my hands and ran towards the deserted part of Hogsmeade.

I saw the Shrieking Shack. Haunted house or not, I didn't have any other choice, so I ran over and began tearing at the boards on the door. But in the end, I blasted the door open with my wand. I can't remember how I did it, and no matter how hard I try now, I can't do it anymore.

Anyway, I ran in and locked the door with my wand. Then, I slumped onto the floor and dropped the chicken. I was really tired, and my heart was beating like crazy. Teddy was standing next to me, his head cocked. He was making a funny cooing noise in his throat.

'Who are you?'

My heart stopped. I'm dead, I'm dead, they've killed me, and I never got to drink my butterbeer! my mind screamed.

'Excuse me. But you didn't answer my question. Who are you?'

I didn't realise that I was standing up.

'Where are you?' I gasped.

'I'm down here, dum-dum.'

I looked down. It was the chicken.

'Well, are you going to answer my question? Or stand there like an idiot?'

Believe it or not, this was the point where I blacked out.

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Author's Note: Heh. This is my first fanfic. Owie, I'm so proud of myself! Just for some extra info, I based the chicken on my pet chicken, Teddy. Teddy's gone now, but he was a real stubborn little guy who thought he was a cat. I really like him, and I really miss him crowing at odd hours and getting complaints from neighbours. Sigh. Anyhow, please leave a review!