Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters, JK.R does, i only own the plot, so don't sue me please!
A/n:I'm sorry this chappie is so short! but to compensate, i'm putting up chapter 2 very very soon, maybe even today.
Harry Potter and the Curse gone Wrong...
Chaper One : Sectumspra!
I come out of History of Magic, and see Malfoy leaning against the wall, smirking at me.
I glare back.
He smirks more. I begin to get suspicious, why is he in such a good mood?
"Potter, did you want your wand back?"
What?
"What do you mean, Malfoy?"
"You heard."
How the hell did he get hold of it? It was in... Oh shit.
"You left it just outside that portrait of a Fat Lady."
Double shit.
"Give me my wand, Malfoy," I growl..
Malfoy smirks even more, if that's possible. "sure, take it,"
And he chucks me my wand, but i can't believe it's that simple.
Unfortunately, I'm right. As soon as I catch it, the top half falls off.
Fuck! Malfoy just broke my wand! I'll kill him!
"Sectumspra!" oh shit, did i say that wrong?
Argh!
my wand backfires and the jet of purple light hits me and Ron.
shitshitshit, this can't be good!
Hmm... I don't feel any different...
Maybe it was a dud. Thank god. I was worried for a minute there.
I look at Ron, and he seems to be thinking the same thing.
We run up to the Gryffindor common room, leaving malfoy staring after us, and sit down in the comfiest armchair next to the fire, mulling over what has happened, and anxiously waiting for boils
to appear on our faces, or maybe to grow wings (that i wouldnt mind), or maybe to get a nose bleed.
After an hour, nothing has happened, and we both start to relax. I guess that it really was just a dud spell.
We head down to the Great Hall for dinner, and as we sit down at the gryffinor table, Hermione bombards us with questions.
"Where were you? What happened? Lavender and Parvatti said something about a spell backfiring! Are you okay? Maybe you should go and see Madame Pomfrey?"
"We're fine Hermione, really, Malfoy broke my wand..." Oh my god! He broke my wand! That git! I'd forgotten in all the excitement.
"er, listen guys, I've got to go to Dumbledore, and ask if I can go to Diagon Alley this weekend to get my wand fixed. I'll see you later." And I ran off, leaving Ron and Hermione alone together.
I arrive at the Gargoyle that is the entrance to Dumbledore's office, and I realise that I don't know the password.
Damn, what the hell is the password? Let me think... Dumbledore favours sweets for his passwords...
"Fizzing Wizzbee!" Nope.
"Cockroach Cluster!" Nothing.
"Sherbert Lemon!" again. Zilch.
I'm really starting to get annoyed now...
"Maltesers!"oops... oh my god! it actually worked! I didn't know Dumbledore liked muggle sweets... well, except for Sherbert Lemons.
As the Gargoyle jumps aside to let me through and go up the moving staircase to his office, i ponder this new choice of sweet.
