Disclaimer- Nope. Don't own any of the characters in this story, except me,
Laura.
Why Fiction Should Stay Fiction
Harry, a desperately sexy 16 yr old who (insert history of HP which you undoubtedly know or you wouldn't be reading HP fan fiction) was, at this moment, trying to see if he could stop thinking about polar bears. This was nearly impossible, as he was thinking "Stop thinking about polar bears," therefore causing him to think about polar bears. After he realized how stupid this activity was, he closed his eyes and pressed on his eyelids for an interesting light show. Obviously, this ended up in him getting a headache, therefore making him panic, sure his scar hurt and that he must alert Dumbledore ASAP. But then, seeing how he has ADD, he forgot and chose to wander into Dudley's room and put jelly in his exceptionally large boxers.
Realizing that he had no jelly, he instead decided to grab some unread books off of Dudley's bookshelf and went back to his room. He opened the first book "The Lord of the Rings- Fellowship of the Rings" and began to read.
He read and reread the trilogy over and over for the rest of the summer, picking up on more foreshadowing-not realizing that his own author has mentioned beetles in his fourth year every time he and his friends fumed over the witch(and I don't mean a female wizard) Rita Skeeter after reading one of her articles. But anyway, he finished 'The Return of the King' for the seventh time as he walked up to his dormitory. He ignored Ron, who was growing ever more attracted to Hermione as he damn well should and lie quietly on his bed.
Damn, I really want to meet Legolas! He sounds so hot! He thought, a tear falling down his cheek.
Wait a minute! Some freak part of him realized You're a wizard! There must be some sort of spell to make him come to life.
So he jumped out of bed, put on his trust Invisibility cloak, and ran towards the library. He miraculously found the right spell in the first book-aren't my controlling powers as an author great?- and immediately read it aloud.
'Fiction though you may be, I command you to come to me. I summon (insert name) now!' Harry waited. Nothing happened. "Oh" he said to himself and said the verse again, this time adding the right name.
"Fiction though you may be, I command you to come to me. I summon-" at this unfortunate time, Harry forgot what the name of his hot character was so he just said "Hot book character to me!"
Once again, nothing happened. Harry just realized his exhaustion, which was a good thing, seeing as the author is getting sick of this scene, and trudged upstairs and fell asleep.
Harry was awakened by a screaming somewhere nearby.
"Get the hell off of me, you pervert!" a girl, unmistakably Ginny, yelled once again.
Harry, who I have just informed, is supposed to be falling for Ginny, jumped out of his bed and ran downstairs and yelled just as loudly.
"Legolas?" the tall elf turned and smiled. "And who the hell are you?" he asked formally.
"Harry. Uh, Harry...Potter! Yeah, that's it." (It worries me that a classmate of mine asked me 'Does Harry Potter have one or two T's?' today)
The elf smiled once more. "I'm Legolas. Now, if you will excuse you, I must rescue this young maiden, who was just screaming that some guy was on her. Well, you and I are the only other guys here, so I guess I'll be attacking you."
Ginny rolled her eyes-no one around her seemed to have a brain except her twin brothers, who have tragically left the school- and yelled "Get off of Harry! You're the one who was molesting me, dumbass."
"Oh. Well, alright then." Legolas took out his dagger, unsheathed it, and stuck it in himself.
"Happy to save you." He said, smiling, and flashed his dazzling smile once more before dying.
"Wait a minute, aren't elves immortal?" some unknown smart person asked.
Why Fiction Should Stay Fiction
Harry, a desperately sexy 16 yr old who (insert history of HP which you undoubtedly know or you wouldn't be reading HP fan fiction) was, at this moment, trying to see if he could stop thinking about polar bears. This was nearly impossible, as he was thinking "Stop thinking about polar bears," therefore causing him to think about polar bears. After he realized how stupid this activity was, he closed his eyes and pressed on his eyelids for an interesting light show. Obviously, this ended up in him getting a headache, therefore making him panic, sure his scar hurt and that he must alert Dumbledore ASAP. But then, seeing how he has ADD, he forgot and chose to wander into Dudley's room and put jelly in his exceptionally large boxers.
Realizing that he had no jelly, he instead decided to grab some unread books off of Dudley's bookshelf and went back to his room. He opened the first book "The Lord of the Rings- Fellowship of the Rings" and began to read.
He read and reread the trilogy over and over for the rest of the summer, picking up on more foreshadowing-not realizing that his own author has mentioned beetles in his fourth year every time he and his friends fumed over the witch(and I don't mean a female wizard) Rita Skeeter after reading one of her articles. But anyway, he finished 'The Return of the King' for the seventh time as he walked up to his dormitory. He ignored Ron, who was growing ever more attracted to Hermione as he damn well should and lie quietly on his bed.
Damn, I really want to meet Legolas! He sounds so hot! He thought, a tear falling down his cheek.
Wait a minute! Some freak part of him realized You're a wizard! There must be some sort of spell to make him come to life.
So he jumped out of bed, put on his trust Invisibility cloak, and ran towards the library. He miraculously found the right spell in the first book-aren't my controlling powers as an author great?- and immediately read it aloud.
'Fiction though you may be, I command you to come to me. I summon (insert name) now!' Harry waited. Nothing happened. "Oh" he said to himself and said the verse again, this time adding the right name.
"Fiction though you may be, I command you to come to me. I summon-" at this unfortunate time, Harry forgot what the name of his hot character was so he just said "Hot book character to me!"
Once again, nothing happened. Harry just realized his exhaustion, which was a good thing, seeing as the author is getting sick of this scene, and trudged upstairs and fell asleep.
Harry was awakened by a screaming somewhere nearby.
"Get the hell off of me, you pervert!" a girl, unmistakably Ginny, yelled once again.
Harry, who I have just informed, is supposed to be falling for Ginny, jumped out of his bed and ran downstairs and yelled just as loudly.
"Legolas?" the tall elf turned and smiled. "And who the hell are you?" he asked formally.
"Harry. Uh, Harry...Potter! Yeah, that's it." (It worries me that a classmate of mine asked me 'Does Harry Potter have one or two T's?' today)
The elf smiled once more. "I'm Legolas. Now, if you will excuse you, I must rescue this young maiden, who was just screaming that some guy was on her. Well, you and I are the only other guys here, so I guess I'll be attacking you."
Ginny rolled her eyes-no one around her seemed to have a brain except her twin brothers, who have tragically left the school- and yelled "Get off of Harry! You're the one who was molesting me, dumbass."
"Oh. Well, alright then." Legolas took out his dagger, unsheathed it, and stuck it in himself.
"Happy to save you." He said, smiling, and flashed his dazzling smile once more before dying.
"Wait a minute, aren't elves immortal?" some unknown smart person asked.