Harry Potter sat up from his study and noticed a message typing its way
across the computer screen.
"Wake up, Wandie," the message read. Wandie's was Harry's hacker name, one of the many things that separated his hacker life from his magical life. No on knew he was a hacker, and this message gave him the nervous feeling someone knew who he really was. Startled by this unusual calling, Harry cautiously pulled out his wand. He tried many spells to exit out of this strange communication program, but nothing worked. Feeling desperate, he tried one more spell, which only resulted in the wand flying backwards, hitting him on the forehead. Harry restored his nose to its original size, and looked back to the screen. The message had disappeared and a new one began.
"Follow the pink Aragorn," Harry starred in confusion as he heard a knock on the door. He turned off his computer screen and opened the door. Gasping at first, Harry looked upon Aragorn, King of Gondor who was, oddly enough, covered in pink pudding. Harry allowed himself to be ushered down the hallway without a single question.
"You need to unplug," Aragorn told him. Harry sighed and thought, "well, I have been up all night, I could use some R&R." They came to a restroom and Aragorn lead him inside to find the cast of Lord of the Rings and an out of place Rose (from Titanic) covered in pink pudding, and waiting to be showered.
"The bathtubs are filled with pink watery pudding," Aragorn said. "The cast of Star Wars forgot to unplug the bathtubs and nobody here wants to do it." Harry frowned at the almost overflowing bath tubs filled with thick watery pink pudding.
"You need to unplug," Aragorn urged Harry. Harry rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at the tubs.
"Unplug-er-ooshama!" Harry began. But before Harry could finish this rather lengthy spell, he fell to his knees and slapped his hand to his forehead in pain.
"My scar," he cried in a voice lower than any woman could handle, let alone expect. Arwen, Rose (from Titanic) and Frodo all came to Harry's side.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked handsomely.
"My scar," Harry said, "I think it means dangers coming."
Just then Snape stormed into the room, throwing the door to the wall, and marching over to Gandalf. Gandalf had been engrossed in his Shire weed, and was paying little attention to both Harry Potter and the pink pudding dripping from his beard.
"What have I told you," Snape garbled in his thick British accent. "You are a Hogwart's student, you can not bring your crazy pudding parties to this school."
Gandalf smiled up at him.
"Professor, Snape," he exclaimed joyfully, throwing his arms around Snape in a big hug, and smearing pink pudding all over his black robe.
Snape sighed feeling exasperated.
Legolas left Gandalf's side and went to kneel next to Aragorn, Gimli, and Bormomir. He found Harry Potter propped up in the arms of two women and a man who wished he were one. Harry had attracted much of the attention he so preferred and decided to play up the whole idea of his scar bringing danger and pain to his future.
"Will he be alright?" Legolas asked Aragorn.
Aragorn shrugged as the woman began to comfort him with words and gifts.
"You can have the Heart of the Ocean, Harry. I hope this will comfort you." Rose said sympathetically. "A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets, and I share every one with you."
Harry took the necklace to his chest and attempted a dramatic smile, coughing slightly as he tried to look as helpless as possible.
"You can have my immortality," Arwen said as she pulled an elfish necklace out of her pocket and put it in Harry's hand. "I would rather die young, then live a lifetime without you having it." Aragorn frowned and pulled the same necklace from around his neck.
"I thought this was your immortality," he said looking betrayed. Arwen put a hand to her mouth and gasped.
"Oops," she muttered almost silently.
"You mean to tell me this is a fake!" Aragorn shouted. With that Aragorn stormed out of the room and left Arwen by Harry's side.
"All these gifts mean nothing, Harry," Frodo added quickly. "I am of the same sex as you, I know what you want more than the other women do." Harry sat up quickly but remembered he was trying to look helpless so he lay to the floor and looked to Frodo weakly.
"The ring of power?" Harry asked. Frodo shook his head.
"No," he replied. "I lost that a while ago." Legolas jumped up.
"You mean the Fellowship has been tracking through the mountains, killing orcs, and rowing down rivers all this time for nothing?" he asked angrily. Frodo nodded.
"I guess you could say that," he replied. Legolas stormed out of the room to catch up to Aragorn.
"Well?" Harry asked. "What is it you want to give me?" The two women looked expectantly towards Frodo.
"Purple Teletubbies," Frodo replied pulling two stuffed animals out of his pocket. "Come cuddle." Pipen picked up Harry's wand from the floor and gave it a wave. A burst of pink pudding flew across the room and hit Snape dead in the face. Snape slowly and angrily wiped the pudding away from his face and turned toward Pipen. He approached him preparing to injure, but before he could close his hands around Pipen's neck, he noticed Harry lying among three women. Correction, he noticed one of them only looked like a woman but was really a man.
"Wandie!" he shouted.
Harry jumped up forgetting that he was in the arms of two beautiful women and one man and stood before Snape.
"How did you know that name?" Harry asked. Snape looked away nervously.
"Lucky guess," he replied.
"Ha!" shouted Harry," That was no lucky guess!"
SILENCE!" Snape shouted quickly. "Potter, get over here!"
"I was only-," Harry began. Snape glared as Pipen stepped up to return Harry's wand. FLASH! A huge flash crossed the room, sending the cast of the Lord of the Rings and everyone else in the room to the floor. Snape stood up and crossed over to Harry holding him to the floor with his foot.
"Do you hear that, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked slowly. "That is the sound of punishment. That is the sound of your detention, Mr. Potter."
"My name," Harry said trying to push himself up, "Is Wandie." With one last attempt to stand up, he failed. He lay there under Snape's weight unable to move. The women could be heard sobbing from the minor wounds they had received from the flash, but the men left them to their tears to go to Frodo who was laying, as always, helplessly in the corner.
"Can't you ever be a man, Frodo?" Boromir asked.
Frodo sighed.
"You don't understand," Frodo, replied weakly, "The Ring weighs more and more upon my heart each and everyday. I have hardly the strength to continue."
"But you no longer have The Ring, Frodo." Gimli added.
Frodo frowned.
"Oh yes," he replied. "At least I had an excuse for a short while."
"Wake up, Wandie," the message read. Wandie's was Harry's hacker name, one of the many things that separated his hacker life from his magical life. No on knew he was a hacker, and this message gave him the nervous feeling someone knew who he really was. Startled by this unusual calling, Harry cautiously pulled out his wand. He tried many spells to exit out of this strange communication program, but nothing worked. Feeling desperate, he tried one more spell, which only resulted in the wand flying backwards, hitting him on the forehead. Harry restored his nose to its original size, and looked back to the screen. The message had disappeared and a new one began.
"Follow the pink Aragorn," Harry starred in confusion as he heard a knock on the door. He turned off his computer screen and opened the door. Gasping at first, Harry looked upon Aragorn, King of Gondor who was, oddly enough, covered in pink pudding. Harry allowed himself to be ushered down the hallway without a single question.
"You need to unplug," Aragorn told him. Harry sighed and thought, "well, I have been up all night, I could use some R&R." They came to a restroom and Aragorn lead him inside to find the cast of Lord of the Rings and an out of place Rose (from Titanic) covered in pink pudding, and waiting to be showered.
"The bathtubs are filled with pink watery pudding," Aragorn said. "The cast of Star Wars forgot to unplug the bathtubs and nobody here wants to do it." Harry frowned at the almost overflowing bath tubs filled with thick watery pink pudding.
"You need to unplug," Aragorn urged Harry. Harry rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at the tubs.
"Unplug-er-ooshama!" Harry began. But before Harry could finish this rather lengthy spell, he fell to his knees and slapped his hand to his forehead in pain.
"My scar," he cried in a voice lower than any woman could handle, let alone expect. Arwen, Rose (from Titanic) and Frodo all came to Harry's side.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked handsomely.
"My scar," Harry said, "I think it means dangers coming."
Just then Snape stormed into the room, throwing the door to the wall, and marching over to Gandalf. Gandalf had been engrossed in his Shire weed, and was paying little attention to both Harry Potter and the pink pudding dripping from his beard.
"What have I told you," Snape garbled in his thick British accent. "You are a Hogwart's student, you can not bring your crazy pudding parties to this school."
Gandalf smiled up at him.
"Professor, Snape," he exclaimed joyfully, throwing his arms around Snape in a big hug, and smearing pink pudding all over his black robe.
Snape sighed feeling exasperated.
Legolas left Gandalf's side and went to kneel next to Aragorn, Gimli, and Bormomir. He found Harry Potter propped up in the arms of two women and a man who wished he were one. Harry had attracted much of the attention he so preferred and decided to play up the whole idea of his scar bringing danger and pain to his future.
"Will he be alright?" Legolas asked Aragorn.
Aragorn shrugged as the woman began to comfort him with words and gifts.
"You can have the Heart of the Ocean, Harry. I hope this will comfort you." Rose said sympathetically. "A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets, and I share every one with you."
Harry took the necklace to his chest and attempted a dramatic smile, coughing slightly as he tried to look as helpless as possible.
"You can have my immortality," Arwen said as she pulled an elfish necklace out of her pocket and put it in Harry's hand. "I would rather die young, then live a lifetime without you having it." Aragorn frowned and pulled the same necklace from around his neck.
"I thought this was your immortality," he said looking betrayed. Arwen put a hand to her mouth and gasped.
"Oops," she muttered almost silently.
"You mean to tell me this is a fake!" Aragorn shouted. With that Aragorn stormed out of the room and left Arwen by Harry's side.
"All these gifts mean nothing, Harry," Frodo added quickly. "I am of the same sex as you, I know what you want more than the other women do." Harry sat up quickly but remembered he was trying to look helpless so he lay to the floor and looked to Frodo weakly.
"The ring of power?" Harry asked. Frodo shook his head.
"No," he replied. "I lost that a while ago." Legolas jumped up.
"You mean the Fellowship has been tracking through the mountains, killing orcs, and rowing down rivers all this time for nothing?" he asked angrily. Frodo nodded.
"I guess you could say that," he replied. Legolas stormed out of the room to catch up to Aragorn.
"Well?" Harry asked. "What is it you want to give me?" The two women looked expectantly towards Frodo.
"Purple Teletubbies," Frodo replied pulling two stuffed animals out of his pocket. "Come cuddle." Pipen picked up Harry's wand from the floor and gave it a wave. A burst of pink pudding flew across the room and hit Snape dead in the face. Snape slowly and angrily wiped the pudding away from his face and turned toward Pipen. He approached him preparing to injure, but before he could close his hands around Pipen's neck, he noticed Harry lying among three women. Correction, he noticed one of them only looked like a woman but was really a man.
"Wandie!" he shouted.
Harry jumped up forgetting that he was in the arms of two beautiful women and one man and stood before Snape.
"How did you know that name?" Harry asked. Snape looked away nervously.
"Lucky guess," he replied.
"Ha!" shouted Harry," That was no lucky guess!"
SILENCE!" Snape shouted quickly. "Potter, get over here!"
"I was only-," Harry began. Snape glared as Pipen stepped up to return Harry's wand. FLASH! A huge flash crossed the room, sending the cast of the Lord of the Rings and everyone else in the room to the floor. Snape stood up and crossed over to Harry holding him to the floor with his foot.
"Do you hear that, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked slowly. "That is the sound of punishment. That is the sound of your detention, Mr. Potter."
"My name," Harry said trying to push himself up, "Is Wandie." With one last attempt to stand up, he failed. He lay there under Snape's weight unable to move. The women could be heard sobbing from the minor wounds they had received from the flash, but the men left them to their tears to go to Frodo who was laying, as always, helplessly in the corner.
"Can't you ever be a man, Frodo?" Boromir asked.
Frodo sighed.
"You don't understand," Frodo, replied weakly, "The Ring weighs more and more upon my heart each and everyday. I have hardly the strength to continue."
"But you no longer have The Ring, Frodo." Gimli added.
Frodo frowned.
"Oh yes," he replied. "At least I had an excuse for a short while."