On facebook I've recently seen an image regarding seven doors that lead into various different fandoms. While most of the responses were the very typical "this fandom" or "that fandom", I (being the genre-savvy troper that I am) decided to do up what may or may not be a series of deconstructions. So without further ado, I present up this little thing I wrote up in less than half an hour.
Disclaimer: I do not, have not and probably will never own Harry Potter, the premise, the characters, mythos, etc. It belongs to JK Rowling. This is an entirely money-less fic, and I am writing it purely for the lols. I don't own anything else I might reference in here either, except for myself and my possessions. Hooray for tautologies!
I glance about, disoriented. Before me stand seven doors. I am very thankful that there are not seven dwarves.
"These seven doors lead to seven places: Narnia, Neverland, Wonderland, Hogwarts, Camelot, Middle Earth, and Westeros," a ubiquitous voice booms.
The room, save the seven doors, is entirely featureless. It is entirely empty, and stretches forever. There are no light sources, so it is scientifically impossible that it should be this bright. I elect not to question a phenomenon that can relocate me in the blink of an eye and generate infinite rooms.
Seeing that there is no other exit from… this, I consider each of the doors before settling upon the one purported to lead to Hogwarts. Surely it is the least of all evils, I think to myself.
Stepping over the threshold, I begin to marvel at the myriad of shifting staircases and plethora of paintings. I hear a small pop behind me; the door has vanished. Glancing about frantically, I try to determine where to go as the aforementioned paintings begin murmuring and yelling indistinctly. I've barely moved a step when the decision is taken from me.
With a burst of flame, Albus Dumbledore stands before me. It is nigh impossible not to know who this man is. I freeze, making eye contact with him. I stare, dumbfounded and startled. Finally, a little spark of thought goes off in the back of my head and I realize my mistake a moment too late.
The first and last word of Albus Dumbledore that I hear is –
I glance about, disoriented. I am sitting at my computer as usual, chat merrily flashing notifications at me without a care. I feel a massive headache coming on. What was I doing? I proceed to look over the updated webcomics and check my e-mail before noticing the time.
"Crap," I exclaim, and spirit myself away to watch the latest episodes of anime.
