Tehe! My first submitted story! I'm happy. This is actually completed, and I'm
working on a sequel...soooo...
for you rapturous pleasure...
The real world of…
Harry Potter
We begin on a dark night, with a dark purpose…
"Hello Harry! How was your summer?" Hermione asked her pre-depressed friend.
"Well-" Harry started, before he was cut off by a bubbly Hermione.
"Mine was great! First, we went-"
Harry signed; the second Hermione had come onto the train compartment she was positively skipping.
Ron sent him a sympathetic look and mouthed, "Hopeless".
After the long ride, made even longer by Hermione's complete summer dialogue, the trio slumped down onto their appropriate bench in the Great Hall. Well, all except for Hermione, who just bounced.
"Really Hermione! Can't you sit still?" Ron asked, worried about his friends' mental stability.
Hermione turned from her empty plate to look at Ron.
"No, I can't. I'm going to the library. I'll see you both in the common room!"
Hermione said as she gathered her things and ran off to the library.
"Bloody barmy that one." Roan said to Harry, piling up his plate with food; evidently thinking that he had to eat for Hermione as well. Harry shook his head at his friends, he decided to not think for the rest of the night; and then perhaps he could make sense of Hermione's 'barmyness'.
But that was his first mistake…
In the library-
"Books! Books! Beautiful books!" Hermione sang as she pushed a Walmart cart (yeah! That's right, Walmart. Not Target, or Food City, or Piggly Wiggly, but Walmart) Ahem, as it was:
As she pushed a Walmart cart down the book isles. Once Hermione turned the corner, a spotlight was put on her and she began a song with a choreographed dance number; the books all started to dance the can-can and jumped into her Walmart cart. Thankfully, I am an authoress and not a composer, so you don't have to hear the song.
Back to Harry and Ron-
"Hey Harry." Ron said a she turned to Harry, who was eating treacle tart.
"What?"
"Do you think that there's a reason Hermione is insane?
"I dunno. Ask her." Harry said as Hermione bounced back to the bench.
"How was the library Hermione?" Ron asked as Hermione sipped on her pumpkin juice.
FLASHBACK
Hermione finished her song with a flourish, belting out the last note until all the windows broke.
The books just proclaimed madam Pince dead, she surely would've heard that.
All the happy books cheered when Hermione finished her song. No one had ever sung about them before.
"She must really love us!" one book remarked to another as Hermione took a bow.
Hermione was happy! The books were happy! The cart was happy! (As happy as a cart can be) The books started dancing!
But then, like a bad horror movie; Hermione changed drastically.
She eyed all the books predatorily.
The books didn't notice and kept dancing.
All the sudden, Hermione pounced; grabbing the nearest book and ripping the binding with her teeth.
The books screamed and scattered, trying to get away from the book-eating menace.
The poor book that she was maculating screamed for help, but was quickly devoured. The beast that was Hermione ran after the rest of her prey.
END FLASHBACK
"It was just lovely!" Hermione said as she continued to sip her juice….with an evil smirk.
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