ON THE TRAIN TO HOGWARTS
Harry Potter was bored. No matter how many times he played wizard chess, he just couldn't beat Ron.
*Ron: Of course he couldn't.
Harry: Shut up, Ron.*
"Well, win number 9999999999999999999999. Only one more win to beat the international record!" said Ron. "Whatever. Who do you think the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher is going to be?" asked Harry. Suddenly, the door swung open. "Ah, Potty and the weasel," said Draco Malfoy, the stupid vile (BLEEP) that sits around on his big fat arse and yells unoriginal insults that he's used already at people.
*Draco: What the-
Hermione: NO SWEARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Crabbe and Goyle, whose IQs had risen to .0000000000000000000001 put together, looked confused, then laughed. Harry calmly took out his wand. "Murus penotratus!" yelled Harry. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were sent through the wall. Then, a hatch in the ceiling came open and a man tumbled out. He was probably a muggle since he didn't wear robes. He wore a leather jacket, a leather fedora, boots, and khakis. "Sorry to drop in at a time like this," said the muggle, "But look at what was chasing me!" Through the hatch came a tall, cloaked figure whose only visible part was a hand with rotted, scabbed skin. Harry thought only one word,"Dementor." Harry took out his wand again and said, "Expecto Patronum!" A stag came out of his wand and ate one of Fred and George's "Farting Frogs" Instead of charging at the dementor, the silver stag turned around and farted, killing the dementor instantly.*
Fred: Our new prototype.
George: A sickle a box.
*"Thanks…. I guess. What's your name?" asked the muggle. "Harry, Harry Potter," said Harry. "I'm Indiana Jones," he replied.
*Everyone: Oh, how original.*
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Author's Note: Like it? Hate it? Don't give a rat's arse about it? Just review or I kill you. I kill you! *grabs nasty-looking katana and grins evilly*
Harry Potter was bored. No matter how many times he played wizard chess, he just couldn't beat Ron.
*Ron: Of course he couldn't.
Harry: Shut up, Ron.*
"Well, win number 9999999999999999999999. Only one more win to beat the international record!" said Ron. "Whatever. Who do you think the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher is going to be?" asked Harry. Suddenly, the door swung open. "Ah, Potty and the weasel," said Draco Malfoy, the stupid vile (BLEEP) that sits around on his big fat arse and yells unoriginal insults that he's used already at people.
*Draco: What the-
Hermione: NO SWEARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Crabbe and Goyle, whose IQs had risen to .0000000000000000000001 put together, looked confused, then laughed. Harry calmly took out his wand. "Murus penotratus!" yelled Harry. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were sent through the wall. Then, a hatch in the ceiling came open and a man tumbled out. He was probably a muggle since he didn't wear robes. He wore a leather jacket, a leather fedora, boots, and khakis. "Sorry to drop in at a time like this," said the muggle, "But look at what was chasing me!" Through the hatch came a tall, cloaked figure whose only visible part was a hand with rotted, scabbed skin. Harry thought only one word,"Dementor." Harry took out his wand again and said, "Expecto Patronum!" A stag came out of his wand and ate one of Fred and George's "Farting Frogs" Instead of charging at the dementor, the silver stag turned around and farted, killing the dementor instantly.*
Fred: Our new prototype.
George: A sickle a box.
*"Thanks…. I guess. What's your name?" asked the muggle. "Harry, Harry Potter," said Harry. "I'm Indiana Jones," he replied.
*Everyone: Oh, how original.*
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Author's Note: Like it? Hate it? Don't give a rat's arse about it? Just review or I kill you. I kill you! *grabs nasty-looking katana and grins evilly*