Harry awoke from a most interesting dream and knew at a moment where
his true destiny lay. His future loves and losses all foretold in his
insightful prophecy. Harry knew the cure for cancer, how gain world peace,
how to solve hunger and that the chicken came before the egg. He also knew
that he was truly in love with Draco Malfoy. And yet, this dream bored him.
So he promptly forgot this revolutionary dream and fell asleep, and began
anew.
Harry Potter was not stranger to lurking. In the shadows he prowled, waiting for the killed, for the predators...
The mysterious, shadowy man was stalking the darkness as well.
"You son of a bitch!" Harry screamed, revealing himself to his prey.
"AHHH!" screamed the shadowy man as he realized that he was at sword point. "Who are you?"
"Offer me money," Harry demanded, circling the man.
"Um... no," said the man. "Is this a mugging?"
"Offer me power!" Harry demanded again, urgency in his voice. He regarded the man as a spider observes the fly caught in his web.
"Dude, are you alright?" the man weakly asked. "There's a place not to far away, I'm sure we can get you some hel—"
"Offer me everything I've ever wanted!" Harry screamed.
"ANYTHING!" shrieked the man, realizing he was dealing with a madman.
Harry spat with vehemence. "I want my godfather back, you son of a bitch!"
The shadowy man scream and began to retreat. Harry was no far behind.
"MY NAME IS HARRY POTTER! You killed my godfather! Prepare to die!" he shouted in his mad rage. "My name is Harry Potter! You killed my godfather! Prepare to die!"
"Mr. Potter!" said the man weakly, "I didn't kill your godfather!"
Harry glared at the man with a sexual, cool eye. This pose did much to compliment his rugged features. "Drop. Your. Sword," he demanded with the utmost concentration to the whimpering man. Harry considered the man's earnest face for a minute, "Perchance this is true or perchance-,"
"HARRY!"
"Mrmpff!"
"HARRY! WAKE UP!!" Hermione demanded, kicking her friend under the desk. "Snape is looking this way." Ron motioned to his chin and Harry discovered upon his own was a long string of drool.
"Shit," said Harry. "I was having a wicked dream."
"Concerning?" questioned Ron. "You seemed to be experiencing emotional distraught."
"Yes... it was the same dream as always..." Harry crumpled his parchment. "That son of a bitch Pettigrew! With his...hand! That has new fingers! I MUST FIND THE MAN WITH THE METAL HAND!"
"Dude," Hermione demanded, shaking her head. "You have got to stop watching The Princess Bride. "
A/N: So do we. Read and review, my prettys!
Harry Potter was not stranger to lurking. In the shadows he prowled, waiting for the killed, for the predators...
The mysterious, shadowy man was stalking the darkness as well.
"You son of a bitch!" Harry screamed, revealing himself to his prey.
"AHHH!" screamed the shadowy man as he realized that he was at sword point. "Who are you?"
"Offer me money," Harry demanded, circling the man.
"Um... no," said the man. "Is this a mugging?"
"Offer me power!" Harry demanded again, urgency in his voice. He regarded the man as a spider observes the fly caught in his web.
"Dude, are you alright?" the man weakly asked. "There's a place not to far away, I'm sure we can get you some hel—"
"Offer me everything I've ever wanted!" Harry screamed.
"ANYTHING!" shrieked the man, realizing he was dealing with a madman.
Harry spat with vehemence. "I want my godfather back, you son of a bitch!"
The shadowy man scream and began to retreat. Harry was no far behind.
"MY NAME IS HARRY POTTER! You killed my godfather! Prepare to die!" he shouted in his mad rage. "My name is Harry Potter! You killed my godfather! Prepare to die!"
"Mr. Potter!" said the man weakly, "I didn't kill your godfather!"
Harry glared at the man with a sexual, cool eye. This pose did much to compliment his rugged features. "Drop. Your. Sword," he demanded with the utmost concentration to the whimpering man. Harry considered the man's earnest face for a minute, "Perchance this is true or perchance-,"
"HARRY!"
"Mrmpff!"
"HARRY! WAKE UP!!" Hermione demanded, kicking her friend under the desk. "Snape is looking this way." Ron motioned to his chin and Harry discovered upon his own was a long string of drool.
"Shit," said Harry. "I was having a wicked dream."
"Concerning?" questioned Ron. "You seemed to be experiencing emotional distraught."
"Yes... it was the same dream as always..." Harry crumpled his parchment. "That son of a bitch Pettigrew! With his...hand! That has new fingers! I MUST FIND THE MAN WITH THE METAL HAND!"
"Dude," Hermione demanded, shaking her head. "You have got to stop watching The Princess Bride. "
A/N: So do we. Read and review, my prettys!