A Bone to Pick
Hello. My name is Hermione Granger, and I've got a bone to pick with you.
A few actually. Like, a whole T-REX skeleton worth. But I guess, if I must, I'll refrain myself. This is concerning one of my best friends, Harry Potter. I got him severely drunk on purpose. No, that's not the bone, that's more like the horrible flesh eating disease that caused the dinosaur to die to make the skeleton...
Oh boy, I could be here a while.
I was kinda mad at myself for slipping Harry 'Quick Drunk: the solution to make anyone accidentally spill the beans' instead of his coffee. I was more mad at him though. Why couldn't he just tell me? Everything? I wasn't the smartest witch of the east for nothing, and it wasn't that hard to figure out there was something wrong either. Even Ron knew! Though I love dear Ron, he can be slow at times.
So when the effects kicked in, I sat back with a satisfied grin on my face, listening to his secrets come out in waves. He went on about how much he hated Snape, how much he liked Cho, (which almost caused me to lose my tunafish sandwich over... another story) and finally came to what I was waiting for. The third task.
The bone I'm picking is... why did his dad come out of You-Know-Who's wand first? Didn't his Imom/i die last?
The wand was supposed to burp up the most resent spells. From what I know, Lily's death was more resent the James'.
A/N: Mwhahaha! I've started a new breed of HP fanfic. On the count of three, you will all go and make some ideas of why in the world James came out first. Oh, and ff.net, this isn't a challenge!
Think of it more as a prologe to a bunch of other stories.
One, two... Ithree!/I
Hello. My name is Hermione Granger, and I've got a bone to pick with you.
A few actually. Like, a whole T-REX skeleton worth. But I guess, if I must, I'll refrain myself. This is concerning one of my best friends, Harry Potter. I got him severely drunk on purpose. No, that's not the bone, that's more like the horrible flesh eating disease that caused the dinosaur to die to make the skeleton...
Oh boy, I could be here a while.
I was kinda mad at myself for slipping Harry 'Quick Drunk: the solution to make anyone accidentally spill the beans' instead of his coffee. I was more mad at him though. Why couldn't he just tell me? Everything? I wasn't the smartest witch of the east for nothing, and it wasn't that hard to figure out there was something wrong either. Even Ron knew! Though I love dear Ron, he can be slow at times.
So when the effects kicked in, I sat back with a satisfied grin on my face, listening to his secrets come out in waves. He went on about how much he hated Snape, how much he liked Cho, (which almost caused me to lose my tunafish sandwich over... another story) and finally came to what I was waiting for. The third task.
The bone I'm picking is... why did his dad come out of You-Know-Who's wand first? Didn't his Imom/i die last?
The wand was supposed to burp up the most resent spells. From what I know, Lily's death was more resent the James'.
A/N: Mwhahaha! I've started a new breed of HP fanfic. On the count of three, you will all go and make some ideas of why in the world James came out first. Oh, and ff.net, this isn't a challenge!
Think of it more as a prologe to a bunch of other stories.
One, two... Ithree!/I