There seems to be a renewed interest in Harry Potter with the recent release of the movie. I've written this story about what would happen if I had magical powers… email me if you want to appear. Don't expect my grammar or common sense to be very coherent in this story.
Chapter One:
Physics is so boring, I grumbled as I sat at my desk, hardly even registering what the teacher was saying. Electricity was good in its own Muggle way, but magic could perform anything that we were learning by sitting in this classroom in a heartbeat.
It was the summer holidays at Hogwarts, and my parents had forced me to attend my old school – so that I would not be uneducated, so they said. I found the entire concept to be tiresome and pointless, but had agreed to prevent them from tearing me from limb to limb.
My hand itched in the pocket that contained my wand. How I longed to perform magic… any spell at all. But students were not allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts, and so I was forced to listen to the teacher with feigned interest.
Oh, what the hell. You only get to live once.
I jumped from my seat, whipped out my yew wand and screamed, "Stupefy!"
A jet of red light erupted from the tip of the wand, and smashed straight into the teacher's chest. He yelled out, for the tiniest of instants- and then crumpled to the ground. I giggled maniacally. This made no sense whatsoever, but it was fun!
My classmates stared at me in shock and horror. I waved my wand in a wide arc, and laughed as I shouted, "Piertotum locomotor!"
The tables and chairs in the room began to shake, and burst from their immobility. Their metal limbs clawed at the students, tearing their clothes to shreds and ripping wide wounds in their flesh – I cackled like a maniac, randomly hurling hexes at the students, as they ran around, trying to avoid the animated furniture- generations of students had drawn on them, cut them, kicked them and generally abused them; this was their means of revenge.
I turned my attention to the door. Drawing my wand to my chest like a catapult, I lashed out and yelled, "Bombarda!"
The door exploded with incredible force, sending a blizzard of shards raining on the courtyard below. I flicked my wand at the tiny fragments, muttering, "Draconifors!"
The white shards shimmered with a nimbus of light, and sprouted wings; jets of fire seared the sky above the school, as the tiny Transfigured dragons went berserk on the faculty. Screams rang through the air as the silly Muggles finally discovered that they were under attack!
The students spilled into the corridors, watching in awe as the flight of black dragons wreaked havoc with the upper atmosphere. My dastardly creations crashed into the rooftop, tearing out shingles from the balcony, and rained beams of fire down upon the students- they screamed and ducked as the infernos burst into their classrooms, setting them alight.
I giggled. No one suspected me yet. Pointing my wand at the garden below, I muttered,
"Herbivicus Maxima!"
The plants shivered and shuddered, as though some manic energy had overcome them. Then, a moment later, they burst into a wild growth of life, reaching upwards with their tendrils and plucking students off the railing.
The thorns bit into the sides of the screaming Muggles, immobilizing them as they were dragged into the undergrowth. The flower bushes exploded in a grenade of stems, sending long shafts of wood flying like missiles into the growing throng, impaling them and tossing their limp bodies over the balcony. The insane plants reeled them into their massive, violet bulbs, and devoured them whole; the plants had reversed the food chain at last!
The students began to run, in utter panic. They pushed each other out of the way as they fled, trampling each other as they tried in vain to escape from the wild growth and shrieking dragons. I raised my wand delicately, and whispered a dark word.
A cloud of pure darkness swelled from the tip of my wand, utterly engulfing the horde of fleeing Muggles. They were blinded by my spell, and screamed in panic as flames seared their flesh, and the vines grabbed their feet.
Not satisfied, I raised my wand and made a great, sweeping motion along the corridors. The lockers burst open with incredible force, swatting aside the students trying to climb up them. They were struck on the face with the might of an elephant's stomp; there was a great cracking of skulls and shattering of teeth, as the Muggles fell limp to the ground.
They screamed for mercy, scrambling to escape from the various magical forces that I had unleashed upon them; and I was only too happy to oblige. Pointing my wand at the ground beneath them, I yelled with senseless rage,
"Reducto!"
The granite tiles vibrated wildly and collapsed under the weight of my curse. The students were sent plummeting into the chamber below, where I giggled as I flicked my wand and cackled, "Oppugno!"
The dragons in mid-air suddenly froze, as they acquired their new targets. Then, in a great flurry of black and green scales, the beasts charged into the pit of fresh meat. Their fangs gnashed at the defenseless Muggles, ripping them apart like caged animals.
"Confringo!" I shouted, and the Blasting Curse ripped forth from my wand with explosive force. It shot around the chamber like a missile, causing massive explosions wherever it landed- in seconds, the pit was swimming with corpses and blood.
There was silence, for a moment as I enjoyed my handiwork. Then I turned on my heel and Apparated away- there was still so much to be done!
At that very instant, I appeared in the Plaza. It was filled with students, completely oblivious as to what I had done in the deeper parts of the school. I giggled, ready to carry out more senseless violence.
"Glisseo!"
The entire plaza transformed into a giant-sized ramp. Everybody screamed as they fell down the enchanted, sticky slope; the cars on the road honked wildly as they were thrown out of the way and ran over several hapless victims.
I cast another spell, thrusting my wand forward and yelling.The cars were shot into the sky, cartwheeling several times in mid-air before crashing to the ground. The glass windshields shattered into tiny pieces, stabbing the survivors inside the vehicles.
I giggled. Muggle vehicles were so unreliable.
There was a sudden pop, startling me and sending me off balance. I set the tip of my wand on fire and pointed it at the wizard who had just Apparated beside me- and then yelled out.
"Jeric!?" I spluttered. "Since when were you a wizard?"
"Well, I agreed to take part in this bloodthirsty and pointless destruction," he said airily. "On Facebook. Check your status, dumbass."
Then he raised his wand. "Depulso!"
A barrage of white missiles erupted from the head of the oaken wood, blasting the fleeing Muggles aside like rag dolls as they tried to run out of the school gates. I snarled- they must not be allowed to escape!
I clenched my fists together, and the gates clanged shut. The steel bound itself together with a spell, tighter than any lock. The scum began to howl in desperation, hurling themselves against the gate- it of course, would not budge.
"Avada Kedavra!" I screamed. A rushing beam of green light erupted from my wicked yew wand, striking several of the Muggles in turn- they crumpled to the ground and breathed no more.
Jeric laughed maniacally, and lashed his wand like a whip; a stream of fire spewed out from the tip of his ebony wand, and ignited a large group of the Muggles. They flayed about in pain, supplemented by our curses and hexes, their skin peeling off like beautiful snowflakes.
"Look out," Jeric murmured, pointing at the sky. Streams of white smoke had begun to swarm through the air, providing a sure sign that the Ministry of Magic (Asia) had been alerted to our slaughter. Together, we raised our wands and shouted,
"Protego!"
A glistening white shield exploded around the entire school, swelling like a bubble and knocking back the Ministry wizards as they attempted to enter. Their curses deflected off the shield with no effect; several rays of light deflected off the sphere and knocked them to their deaths.
"Carpe Retractum!" I hissed. A great, black rope shot from the tip of my wand, lashing around one of the flying Ministry wizards; with a yank not unlike a fishing reel, the pathetic man was sent crashing to the ground.
Jeric waved his wand, gathering some of the debris that littered the plaza; with a cry of "Avifors!", he Transfigured them all into a flock of angry eagles, screeching as they clawed at our attackers. The wizards blasted aside the birds with a series of furious curses, then with a powerful stream of red light, shattered our shield into tiny pieces.
"Avada Kedavra!" I roared, sniping one of the wizards out of the sky. His limp body smashed into the ground, forming a wide crater from which I charmed a storm of earthen shards; they stung at the bodies of the wizards, digging deep into their chests and causing them to fall from the sky.
Jeric flicked his wand negligently. The shards Transfigured into a swarm of angry bees, a blizzard of black insects that buried their poisonous barbs into their flesh; they yelled and tried to hex the creatures off of them, but it was too late.
"Petrificus Totalus!" I giggled. The white smoke around them ceased to support their weight, and they dove to meet the ground as frozen statues. The survivors exchanged fire with us, but they were only trained to Stun; we were fully prepared to kill. Our green bolts of fire decimated every living cell in their body upon contact, and in moments, the Plaza had been littered with the dead.
We turned on our heels, fleeing the scene as more of the Ministry swooped down upon us. It was time to go wreak havoc in other parts of the world!
Okay that was reaaaaaaaaaaally random. And violent. And pointless. The next one will have the Australians inside :D