This is a scene I wrote for a project I'm working on that I'm calling "Opposite Day". The idea is to take several facts (actually, as many as possible) in the HP universe and turn them on their head. I have no idea how long it'll be before something comes of it, but I wrote this and find it mildly amusing. You can consider it crack!, if you so wish.
Disclaimer: I have a strong feeling corporate lawyers have already taken care of this. Really, people. Not to mention: no profit, no copyright infringement. I think the need for disclaimers her is an "urban"-or, I suppose, "cyber" legend.
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Surreality
"So, mudblood, ready to die?" cackled Bellatrix Lestrange as she towered over Hermione Granger.
Hermione had lost her wand, but she stood firm. "You'll never win. Dumbledore and Harry will stop you." Ron gripped her arm firmly from beside her, showing his support. They were surrounded, and the situation looked dire for two thirds of the Golden Trio.
Bellatrix cackled loudly again. "Dumbledore is a fool, and the wittle Potter is not threat to my master. In the end, he will prevail." Behind their masks the other Death Eaters were rolling their eyes. Bellatrix was known for being a drama queen. "Your precious Order will never find you! Your bodies will-"
"Hey!" yelled a voice as the lights to the house they were in front of came on. The door had opened and a man had stepped out, looking irate. "Do you have any idea what bloody time it is?"
Hermione gasped and Ron tensed at the familiar looking dark, messy hair. He was, however, a fully grown man, unmistakably James Potter. Bellatrix looked dumbfounded. "Midnight?" she asked.
James checked his watch. "It's nearly one, and people are trying to sleep. Honestly, do you really think the middle of the village is the best place for that?"
Bellatrix still looked confused. One of the other Death Eaters lifted his mask, revealing himself to be Rodolphus Lestrange. "We're sorry Mr. Potter," he said graciously. "We hadn't realized how far we'd come until you turned on the light. We'll be more careful next time."
"Very well, Lestrange. If I see you around here again, though, I will be informing Lord Slytherin his troops are not respecting the villages. Now, get off my lawn." And the Death Eaters did, looking like sullen children caught doing bad, faint pops in the distance announcing their departure.
Hermione and Ron were left staring at the silhouetted figure of a dead man, wondering when exactly the world had gone mad.
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Weird, I know. Tell me what you think, even if all you write is "O.o". I think that's what I would put. Maybe a few comments will help this series on its way.
Avi ( certifiably random)
P.S.: I'm having formating problems with the indentation. I tried doc format and HTML stuff. I couldn't get the indentation to stick. Anyone have a solution?