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The Slug-Tastic Day

Sarah: One day Hagrid was bored. He had tried crossing acromantulas with toads. He had tried feeding slugs to Harry.

He had even tried…

Zoe: … butter, but no, Hagrid's head was still stuck in the tree trunk.

"Why?" asked Hermione exasperatedly.

"'E told me there was a dragon in it!" wailed Hagrid, pointing wildly at a large boulder.

"That's a rock, Hagrid," said Ron helpfully.

"Oh dear…"

Sarah: "Right," said Neville. "I think we are in a very tricky situation here." He glanced around at the walls of dragons all around them. "But I'm sure we'll be fine,

all we have to do is…

Zoe: … find the teabags," said Mrs Weasley.

"Molly!" cried Mr Weasley. "Death-eaters have invaded the house, and you're going to make them TEA?"

"I see no reason why we can't sit down over some tea, and maybe some nice home baked scones, and discuss it with them rationally."

"But they want to kill us!"

Sarah: "Don't worry!" cried Superharry as he came out of the phone box and flew at the death-eaters like a bolt of lightning, "I am here to save you all!"

Unfortunately he crashed into a tree. Ron was rather suspicious.

"What were you doing in that phone box?"

Zoe: "That's for me to know, and you to never, ever find out under any circumstances." He straightened his robes self-consciously.

The truth was, he was…

Sarah: … actually a slug. The one which was fed to Harry at the beginning. Harry's stomach had given him all knowledge of Harry's thoughts (because that is where his brain is) and he had set out to take over the world. But that is another story.

~The End~