By Elaina
Something does not feel right thought Harry Potter as he stared up into the canopy of his 4-poster bed. Harry didn't know what, something just felt strange, out of place, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of what. He stood up tiredly and walked to the table by the window. He carefully poured himself a cool glass of water from the pitcher and stared moodily out at the grounds as he sipped it. At that moment, a strange humming noise erupted from the Common Room. Harry cocked his head to the side and listened, puzzled for a moment. When the noise didn't stop, he hastily turned, pulling on his robe as he ran down the stairs and whipping his wand from its pocket. He stared deep into the fire, which was glowing an odd shade of blue, one thought running through his mind: "Oh my gosh, Voldemort's returning!" Almost immediately, the fire turned back to normal and the humming stopped. Harry slumped down in one of the squashy armchairs wondering if somebody else had heard the humming or if it was all a dream. A few moments later, the humming started again, this time sounding as though it was coming from the Great Hall. Harry ran, heart pounding through the Portrait Hole and down the gigantic marble staircase stopping for a moment before heaving open the huge wooden doors. He tumbled inside, breathing heavily and sweating, only to find that the moment he entered the mysterious noise stopped. Harry slowly twisted around seeing nobody else in the room. "I know you can't apperate in there," he thought. Just then the buzzing started again, this time coming from the Astronomy Tower. "Is this some kind of a game?" He shouted to no one in particular, then sprinted off. * * * Harry pushed open the door to the Astronomy Tower and stepped inside. Unlike the other times, when he entered the room the buzzing got louder, and kept getting louder until he covered his ears and shrank to the floor, howling, his whole body vibrating. Suddenly the noise stopped. Harry stood up more puzzled then ever, and then he saw IT! It was glowing with an eerie, green, phosphorescent light and hovering in the air above him. Harry let out a gasp. "Oh no!" he cried, "Oh please, not-Cornish Pixies! This isn't happening! Oh please, take me now and spare me the agony!" They dropped a note on his head and zoomed off, laughing like crazy. Harry opened, his hands trembling. It read: Harry Potter: If this is what you do at night, YOU NEED TO GET A LIFE!!!! Harry crumpled it with a groan and turned-right into Professor McGonagal. "Oh Professor McGonagal!" he said heaving a great sigh of relief "There's a great horde of Cornish Pixies running loose in the castle!" "Uh huh, Potter," she said, her hands on her hips, "Like I'm going to believe that one!" with that, she grabbed him by the ear and dragged him off to the office with a cry of "At least a week of detention, and 30 points from Gryffindor!"
The End
A/N: OK, I'm terribly sorry about that. I meant for it to be something scary like Voldemort or Pettigrew waiting for him, but I just kind of lost it by the time I got to the end. Now it's a cliché/humorous-story-that's-not-really-a-cliché sort of thing. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed. Send comments to Elaina15@juniormail.com. You know what's strange? I just realized (because I did spell check) that we've typed "Voldemort" so much (due to my fanfic and my brother's book reports, that the computer recognizes it. Strange.