Title: The Mary Sue to end all Mary Sues
Rating: G
Summary: If you are allergic to Mary Sues, this story may not be for you.
Disclaimer: Ha! I own everything used in this story, all of it!! (laughs
uncontrollably as they cart her off to a mental institution)
Unfortunately, I don't own Harry Potter (after much arguments over which
one (LOTR or HP) it was to be, it's going to be Harry P.)
And since I don't like (or admire) any characters in HP, I just picked
Harry.
And now without further ado (speaking of which, what is an ado; it must
be an extinct animal, because there are no more further ado's!!! LOL LOL,
well I thought it was funny...) my story/drabble/thing... yeah, thing!!
After the applause for the hat subsided, Professor McGonagall got up to read the long list in her hand of first years. To Harry, Hermione, and Ron the minutes crept by slowly, slowly, slowly... until the last student sat down at the Slytherin table. The Professor proceeded to sit down, until the great hall doors flung open. Through it came the most beautiful girl Harry had ever seen. (Here it comes folks, brace yourself. For those of you that are underage, this is not a real Mary Sue, I repeat this is a simulation- a type SF (for Super Fake) model of a Mary Sue.)
The girl had blonde hair with black, red, and dark purple highlights. She was tall and skinny and her hair was down to the middle of her back. And she wasn't wearing a traditional black robe, but a one strapped black shirt with a glitter, silver version of New York City on it, huge gold earrings and silver bracelets on her right hand that jingled as she walked. She had on a, to-the-knees black skirt on with many silver chains on for a belt. Her black boots thudded on the floor as she made her way to the front of the hall. She stopped in front and pouted with her dark purple lips.
"So, I'm guessing I'm late." She said with an American 'accent', (I'm American and I believe that we have no accent, but to the people in Britain, we probably do) looking around the hall with her electric blue eyes.
"Yes, you have guessed correctly. Everyone this is our transfer student from America, Mariana Erickson." Professor Dumbledore stood up. Some scattered applause met this new announcement. Most of the kids were trying to adjust to her clothes, and the lack of color.
"Mariana, if you will." Dumbledore motioned to the hat sitting on the stool. She went up, jammed the hat on her head, and everyone either whispered or waited.
'Hmmmm, I see power, yes, lots of power. And ambition, some brains you got in here, excellent, excellent. Oh no- Perfect overload, perfect overload. Malfunction. Malfunction. Abort mission. Activating destruction sequence no time must blow-' Everyone was shocked when the hat blew up and Mariana's head got blown up with it.
"Hm, never did that before, Filch, I need you to clean this up please!"
After the applause for the hat subsided, Professor McGonagall got up to read the long list in her hand of first years. To Harry, Hermione, and Ron the minutes crept by slowly, slowly, slowly... until the last student sat down at the Slytherin table. The Professor proceeded to sit down, until the great hall doors flung open. Through it came the most beautiful girl Harry had ever seen. (Here it comes folks, brace yourself. For those of you that are underage, this is not a real Mary Sue, I repeat this is a simulation- a type SF (for Super Fake) model of a Mary Sue.)
The girl had blonde hair with black, red, and dark purple highlights. She was tall and skinny and her hair was down to the middle of her back. And she wasn't wearing a traditional black robe, but a one strapped black shirt with a glitter, silver version of New York City on it, huge gold earrings and silver bracelets on her right hand that jingled as she walked. She had on a, to-the-knees black skirt on with many silver chains on for a belt. Her black boots thudded on the floor as she made her way to the front of the hall. She stopped in front and pouted with her dark purple lips.
"So, I'm guessing I'm late." She said with an American 'accent', (I'm American and I believe that we have no accent, but to the people in Britain, we probably do) looking around the hall with her electric blue eyes.
"Yes, you have guessed correctly. Everyone this is our transfer student from America, Mariana Erickson." Professor Dumbledore stood up. Some scattered applause met this new announcement. Most of the kids were trying to adjust to her clothes, and the lack of color.
"Mariana, if you will." Dumbledore motioned to the hat sitting on the stool. She went up, jammed the hat on her head, and everyone either whispered or waited.
'Hmmmm, I see power, yes, lots of power. And ambition, some brains you got in here, excellent, excellent. Oh no- Perfect overload, perfect overload. Malfunction. Malfunction. Abort mission. Activating destruction sequence no time must blow-' Everyone was shocked when the hat blew up and Mariana's head got blown up with it.
"Hm, never did that before, Filch, I need you to clean this up please!"