This story was inspired by my friend Katie and I drawing dark marks on our arms in AP World History. It was great. And at my friends party, there was a guy who looked like Draco!! I refused to call him by his real name (which was David) and instead called him Draco. I was a team captain for Manhunt, and I chose him as one of the people for my team!
The beginning is going to be fairly fast-paced in the beginning, which is good for the reader, but also good for me, since it keeps me interested. As we begin meeting the HP characters, it'll slow down a bit.
Disclaimer: Anything... worth anything does not belong to me... it belongs to whomever created it. Yay. Not.
Katie grabbed my arm, jolting me out of my sleepy state. "Wha-wha-what?" I looked around, realizing I was still on the plane that I was on however many hours ago.
"How much longer?" I mumbled, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
"Look yourself."
I leaned over her to peer out the window and instead of the endless water that had become boring very quickly, we were now over land! Whoo!
Soon we were on the ground and getting off the plane. We picked up our luggage and joined the rest of our group while trying not to get lost in the confusing London airport.
We found our literature teacher with no problem. He was the only man in there with a long pony tail and yucky goatee. Wait.... nevermind, there's a man by a vending machine with a pony tail. Ew, he just got a disgusting brand of Doritos. What a waste of money.
Everyone in our group – there's ten or so of us – was too excited to say much while we walked the couple blocks to the train station. Our first stop was Dublin.
I began talking to Sarah, and we speculated that since there was no mass panic, Voldemort has probably only revealed himself to the wizarding world. April, also one of my friends, shook her head at us and smirked.
Some woman with ratty black hair was talking standing by a newspaper stand. I leaned over and whispered to Sarah, "look it's Bellatrix!"
She clapped her hands excitedly and we began naming people we saw to who they looked like from the Harry Potter books. Of course, soon, we got really bored.
"Hey Jones! Knock, knock," I called over to my literature teacher.
He didn't bother turning and asked, "who's there?"
"You know," Katie and I said together.
"You know who?" he asked, sighing. We had told him this joke multiple times and he had learned to just humor us and move on.
"Oh my God! Voldemort? Where?!?" the four of us screamed, then lapsed into hysterical laughter.
Some heads turned, but we were unalarmed. Katie, however, told us to be a little quieter. "Aw, don't be silly, Katie. No wizards are going to be here."
"Wizards don't exist," some random kid in our group told me. I glared hatefully at them and shouted a random hex. Alas, I had no wand, so the kid was unaffected.
"Ooh!" Sarah said, "that guy looks like Snape!"
She said it a bit too loudly, because the man turned around. The first thing I saw was a big nose. Then, recognition. "It is Snape!" April said.
Katie began to giggle and couldn't stop. "I never imagined his nose so big."
"It is quite a honker," Sarah agreed in a serious tone as if she were discussing the weather.
I began laughing so hard I snorted. "Abnormally large, as Moony would put it."
"Awww, I love Moony," Katie said. I agreed by nodding my head.
That was when I noticed the man was still standing there. I blinked. "Sorry, sir, uhhh, we were just... on crack... yes. Under the influence of life." I began prodding Katie forwards, realizing only then that we had stopped to admire Snape-Man's nose.
He narrowed his eyes at us and we smiled innocently and scooted off to fins our group. The problem was, there was no group to be found.
"They abandoned us in the streets of London with nowhere to go!" I cried quite dramatically. Maybe I should join drama if band doesn't work out for me.
"Let's follow Snape!" Katie shouted.
"That sounds like something from something," Sarah quite helpfully.
"Descriptive," I commented.
We set off in the direction he went. We caught sight of him going into a small pawn shop and followed him in after a moment of indecision. Inside, there was everything you never knew you needed. I felt drawn to so many objects, but I couldn't do anything because we were constantly ducking behind shelves.
"Oh Geez! Look!" I pointed.
"What?" Sarah asked, alarmed.
"It's a duck!"
Indeed, it was a rubber duck, much like one my teacher stole from me freshman year. I grabbed it, intent on buying it, when Snape-Man stepped into a side-room.
We followed him and saw him twist an ugly snow globe with a llama in it to the right and press down. A door swung open, like a secret opening in the bookcase. We repeated the process after a safe amount of time had passed.
In front of us lay a creepy passage, complete with spider webs and skull torch-holders.
"I'm scared!!" I clutch my new duck to myself and hold onto Sarah for support. She holds onto Katie for support, and I felt April hold onto my shoulders. We make a train! "Choo, choo" I giggle.
The torches blazed to life as we passed them on our journey down the tunnel. A funny looking man in turquoise pants appeared, but there was nowhere to hide. "Hello," he greeted us pleasantly.
"Hi!" Sarah said, waving.
"And you girls are...?" he asked.
I answered immediately, "Phyllis."
"May," April said.
Katie said, "June."
"Peasblossom Ogleby," Sarah threw in, using the name we had dubbed the fetal pig we had to dissect in freshman biology.
"What's yours?" Katie asked.
"Jim Hamilton," he said. I fought back giggles and glanced at Katie. She was laughing too, so I knew she recognized the name. It brought us back in memories to that day in statistics class... yeah, anyways... moving on.
"Well... we have to go..." I said.
"Things to do," April supplied.
"Muggles to torture," Sarah said.
"Nice meeting you!" Katie said and we set off.
We continued down the passageway for some time, passing portraits of people torturing muggles, and even one of Hitler. Wait... oh! There's one of Stalin. Geez, if I had a mustache that large, I would cry a river, then build a bridge, then jump off of it. Or just shave it... that might work too.
We continued down the passageway... will it ever end?
Then, coming our way was Snape-Man!!! We smiled pleasantly at him. "What are you four doing down here?" he demanded quite scarily.
I bit my lip. "Uhhh... looking... for..."
"We want to become Death Eaters!" Sarah cried. I mentally cringed, not so sure that's what I wanted to be. But, hey, if it keeps us from being tortured and killed, I'll go for it!
Snape nodded as smirked as though his invisible friend had just shared a joke with him in a secret language that was only spoken by Snape and his invisible friend. What would that be... Invisitongue?
"I'm thirsty, do you have Snapple?" I asked, thinking myself very witty because of my sly pun.
Snape rolled his eyes and lead us to the DLF... No, not the Dear Little Friend, though I do love the Chronicles of Narnia, but the Dark Lord... Friend? Oh, well. I guess it must be the DLV for Dark Lord Voldemort, since I'm pretty sure he isn't my friend. Yet.
Surprisingly, Voldie's location wasn't in the gross underground of London. His hideout was in a Manhattan-style flat with a wonderful view of the river. I forget what it's called. I'd say Rhyne, but I think that may be in Germany. I blame having a Duck Thief for a Geography teacher. Maybe it's Thimes... I get them so confused. Yes, Thimes, because in one of the Diamond Brothers books, the main character almost gets thrown into it with his feet stuck in a bathtub filled with concrete!
We got into line behind other Death-Muncher-Hopefuls. I gasped as I recognized on standing next to Sarah. "Cedric?" April asked.
The man humphed. "As if. I am way more powerful than that pathetic weakling. See me sparkle!" He shouted, despite the lack of sun.
Katie laughed. "Edward?"
"But of course! And I will become the Dark Lord's most prestigious and distinguished and preeminent follower!"
"Uhh... all three of those annoyingly big words you used mean the same thing..." April commented.
He glared and looked as though he was going to Avada Kedavera April or just punch her in the face when his name was called to be inducted.
"Edward Cullen."
He kneeled in front of Moudly-Pants and took his vows. Soon, it was time for the Dark Mark to be tattooed upon his arm. He began yelling and screaming and flailing his left arm around in the air as if he would shake it off. Then, he collapsed on the floor, shaking. We thought it was the end and two Corpse Eaters came to pick him up when he spontaneously combusted. I couldn't help but laugh. What a wimp. Cedric had him beat even if Cedric had pneumonia, jaundice, AIDs, syphilis, bronchitis, an allergy infection, and a mosquito bite all at the same time.
Although with the mosquito bite added in, Cedric was weakened a tiny bit.
"Peasblossom Ogleby," was called out and I had to force back laughter at the incredulous tone that the Death Potato had taken.
Shakily, Sarah went up and repeated the process. When it came time for the Dark Mark, she began giggling. She was giggling still when a Potato Eater had come to take her into a side chamber.
I raised an eyebrow and my worry for my friend vanished. Next, it was Katie's turn. She didn't make a sound through the whole ordeal, and April only let out a single chuckle when the Dark Mark was almost completed.
Then it was my turn. I walked up nervously. His presence was... chilly. I kneeled and repeated my vows to be a good Death Eather and kill all the muggles I could and hero-worship Voldie and follow him blindly... just not so obviously stated.
I didn't really know if I wanted this. Sure, we could always find our tour group again, but this was the kind of adventure Sarah and I had been dreaming about when we first signed up for the trip.
The Dark Mark didn't even hurt. It more of itched, and I could see how it would giggle. After being escorted through the side-chamber, I rejoined my friends.
"I wonder how Edward managed to combust from the 'pain,' when it barely hurt..." April mused.
"It's because I didn't want a blithering idiot such as himself in my group of followers." I wondered why we were there then. I mean, I may not be quite the sharpest tool in the shed, but I am pretty intelligent. Except I don't choose to use it.
Wait.
It just dawned on me that the voice that had answered April's muse. I noted the gaping looks on my friends faces and spun around.
Voldemort was standing there.
Then, the world combusted and everyone, including Voldemort died.
Except for Colin Creevy, who declared, "the moral of the story is to not be a complete idiot when faced with a singing toothbrush wearing a banana hat. Instead, walk the other way and immediately call the president of Guam let him be the singing tomato instead."
Then he promptly combusted as well.
No, this is not the end, no worries!
The last few lines were a result of my randomness... The next chapter should be up by next week at the lastest!
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