Disclaimer – Unfortunately I am not J.K.Rowlingand so I do not own any of the characters. I am merely borrowing them for some drunken entertainment, which I do not profit from, but if I could wow that'd be fun!
Explanation - Me and my friend LUcius were thinking and going through my unfinished fanfics whenwe stumbledupon this. And then immediately came up withall the different scenarios which are featured within. We realised that we are a bit strange in our taste, and that some of this will not make sense. However, ifyou have any questions, we will be happy to answer them, and confuse you further. At the end of each chapter, we will make a note of our influences, which are many. We hope you enjoy our little bit of sillyness and fluff. As an extra bit of fun, try and spot all the fanfiction cliches that we have used.
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A Moral Tale
The Beginning.
When young wizards find that they have successfully completed their time at Hogwarts. They're overwhelmed by emotions, they are sad to leave Hogwarts and the safety of childhood, but they are also happy and excited to be moving onto the new adventures being an adult will bring.
As a result of all these emotions, most students find themselves at some sort of drinking establishment with a group of their fifty closest friends. Many landlords made a good profit this time of year.
This year was no exception. When a certain young Harry Potter and his friends Hermione, Ron, Neville, Dean, Seamus and the rest of their year sauntered into Hogsmede. Although they would soon be leaving the sauntering behind them and employ a gait that somewhat resembled staggering.
Of course some notable exceptions to this gathering being a few stuck-up Slytherins (or more commonly known as Draco and his cronies). They weren't really missed and even if they did come they would most likely have been ignored or at the centre of some weeklong bar brawl. After the difficulties in the past, this celebration was just what Harry needed to relax, spend some time with friends and drink enough of the old falling down juice so that not only will he forget his own name, but also he won't recover the power of speech and the use of his limbs for at least a month. Ah kids these days.
Well on the evening of the last N.E.W.T. exam all seventh year students were given permission to travel into Hogsmede to celebrate. There wasn't any point in trying to keep them in the castle, they'd only try to sneak out or worse sneak alcohol in, and that would cause a great deal of disturbance. The younger years are bad enough without encouragement.
Around forty students headed into the village to make as much noise and mess as the Weasley twins can manage in an hour. The people of Hogsmede never truly realised the number of students, as they seemed to move about in groups of about three to six. This certainly didn't seem as bad as a Hogsmede weekend. Harry was walking with Hermione, Ron and Neville. However, under a certain invisibility cloak Ginny and Luna were hidden. They were laughing and joking as they walked into Hogsmede and into The Three Broomsticks. The group went to find a table that hadn't already been claimed by, now slightly intoxicated, students. Luckily they found one inacorner of the room, which proved an ideal place to conceal the fact that two of their number should have been bored out of their minds in common rooms in Hogwarts.
"So of course, lets get down to business here guys, drinks!" Harry said still standing by the table.
"Yes, well I think we should start off slowly, get warmed…" Hermione said as she helped the struggling pair of sixth years out of an invisibility cloak. This situation was made worse by the uncontrollable amount of giggling erupting from the entanglement at Hermione's words.
"We're here to get drunk Herm, we don't know what you were planning!" chorused the occupants of the table. Hermione looked startled and embarrassed.
"Fine then" she said indignantly "I'll drink whatever you put in front of me." Harry smiled at her whilst everyone else looked shocked. It seemed that he was the only person so far to realise the full potential of her statement.
"Okay Miss Granger, we'll accept your challenge." Harry and his hormones were going to love to see her lose herself, maybe she'd even strip.
We haven't got any references here, so we felt that we should just say something, a sort of homage to Mr. (I gotta) Biggerstaff 'I poke badgers with spoons'
