Disclaimer: No, sadly, I don't own Harry Potter or any of JK Rowling's
other wonderful characters. I would like to thank her for creating them,
so I could make them go crazy in my own story. Once you read this . . .
You might realize it would be best if I didn't own the Harry Potter
characters anyway.
McGonagall's Famous Purple Toadstools and Hot Magenta Cheerios
By Caileo Loup-Garou (and inspired by JK Rowling's Harry Potter and other characters)
Because of Dudley's snores in the next room, Harry woke up early. He was used to this, for living with the Dursleys was hard enough being slave- driven around the house. He reached out to his bedside table and put his glasses on. This was a normal routine every day. Wake up, put your glasses on. Nothing special. He got up and dressed, and opened the door of his room.
"Why, hello Harry!" A tall man dressed in a black cloak stood in front of him. Voldemort. Harry screamed.
"What are you doing here?!" Voldemort looked hurt.
"I just came by to, to visit. And, I'm lonely."
"Huh?"
"You see, Harry, being the evil villain of these stories isn't as fun as it seems. I've got no one to play with, and my hobby's useless without anyone to do it with.
"What's your hobby?" Voldemort suddenly became slightly reddish. "Sock puppets."
"Sock puppets?! You mean you're trying to kill me, and now you want me to play sock puppets with you?!"
"Well, yes." Voldemort pulled two white socks from his cloak. "This is Charley, and this is Winifred." Harry almost fainted. They both turned as they heard a knock on the door. Harry cautiously opened it. The tall figure of Dumbledore stood there, looking quite cheerful.
"Why, hello Voldemort, Harry. Am I on time?"
"On time for what?" Harry asked.
"On time for the party, of course! Look, here comes some more guests!" Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley came into the room. Vernon spoke first.
"Good morning, Albus! Have we made it in time?" Harry suddenly felt dizzy. What was going on?
"Of course, Vernon! Come on in!" After that, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny came. Ginny looked confused.
"Um, we don't know how we got here, but . . ." She suddenly screamed as Aunt Petunia and Voldemort swept passed doing the Tango.
"Hello, Harry. Long time, no see!" Ginny fainted as Snape entered the room.
"I'll get some punch," Remus Lupin said, also entering.
"And I'll get some music." Sirius came in, wearing bright purple robes with little teddy bears wearing bathing suits on it.
"What's going on?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
"They must all be anxious for the fifth book to come out," Hermione responded after taking in the scene.
"I've got food!" Professor McGonagall cried, pushing her way into the crowd. "It's home baked." Harry and Ron at the stuff in the bowl.
"What is it?"
"It's my family's secret recipe: Purple Toadstools and Hot Magenta Cheerios cooked for 45 minutes in a bowl of fluff!" She then put the bowl down on a table and joined Dumbledore, Aunt Petunia, and Snape doing the Can-Can on Harry's bed. Sirius, who had returned with some music, turned to his audience.
"I have but one word to say. Happy furry llamas!" He then turned back to the closet he was apparently telling his life story to.
"Well, there's really nothing wrong with partying, is there?" Ron said, looking at Vernon and Snape do the disco in the center of the room.
"You're right, but this is too weird . . ."
"Hello, Mr. Muglopagon, how are you doing today?" Remus Lupin flew past them, wearing the bowl of Purple Toadstools and Hot Magenta Cheerios on his head.
"Remind me to never ever wish for a break again," Harry exclaimed, "make the fifth book already!"
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short, but so what? You have a problem with short stories? Oh, and by the way, if you don't review, I'll eat you. If you do review, I'll give you a cookie!
McGonagall's Famous Purple Toadstools and Hot Magenta Cheerios
By Caileo Loup-Garou (and inspired by JK Rowling's Harry Potter and other characters)
Because of Dudley's snores in the next room, Harry woke up early. He was used to this, for living with the Dursleys was hard enough being slave- driven around the house. He reached out to his bedside table and put his glasses on. This was a normal routine every day. Wake up, put your glasses on. Nothing special. He got up and dressed, and opened the door of his room.
"Why, hello Harry!" A tall man dressed in a black cloak stood in front of him. Voldemort. Harry screamed.
"What are you doing here?!" Voldemort looked hurt.
"I just came by to, to visit. And, I'm lonely."
"Huh?"
"You see, Harry, being the evil villain of these stories isn't as fun as it seems. I've got no one to play with, and my hobby's useless without anyone to do it with.
"What's your hobby?" Voldemort suddenly became slightly reddish. "Sock puppets."
"Sock puppets?! You mean you're trying to kill me, and now you want me to play sock puppets with you?!"
"Well, yes." Voldemort pulled two white socks from his cloak. "This is Charley, and this is Winifred." Harry almost fainted. They both turned as they heard a knock on the door. Harry cautiously opened it. The tall figure of Dumbledore stood there, looking quite cheerful.
"Why, hello Voldemort, Harry. Am I on time?"
"On time for what?" Harry asked.
"On time for the party, of course! Look, here comes some more guests!" Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley came into the room. Vernon spoke first.
"Good morning, Albus! Have we made it in time?" Harry suddenly felt dizzy. What was going on?
"Of course, Vernon! Come on in!" After that, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny came. Ginny looked confused.
"Um, we don't know how we got here, but . . ." She suddenly screamed as Aunt Petunia and Voldemort swept passed doing the Tango.
"Hello, Harry. Long time, no see!" Ginny fainted as Snape entered the room.
"I'll get some punch," Remus Lupin said, also entering.
"And I'll get some music." Sirius came in, wearing bright purple robes with little teddy bears wearing bathing suits on it.
"What's going on?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
"They must all be anxious for the fifth book to come out," Hermione responded after taking in the scene.
"I've got food!" Professor McGonagall cried, pushing her way into the crowd. "It's home baked." Harry and Ron at the stuff in the bowl.
"What is it?"
"It's my family's secret recipe: Purple Toadstools and Hot Magenta Cheerios cooked for 45 minutes in a bowl of fluff!" She then put the bowl down on a table and joined Dumbledore, Aunt Petunia, and Snape doing the Can-Can on Harry's bed. Sirius, who had returned with some music, turned to his audience.
"I have but one word to say. Happy furry llamas!" He then turned back to the closet he was apparently telling his life story to.
"Well, there's really nothing wrong with partying, is there?" Ron said, looking at Vernon and Snape do the disco in the center of the room.
"You're right, but this is too weird . . ."
"Hello, Mr. Muglopagon, how are you doing today?" Remus Lupin flew past them, wearing the bowl of Purple Toadstools and Hot Magenta Cheerios on his head.
"Remind me to never ever wish for a break again," Harry exclaimed, "make the fifth book already!"
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short, but so what? You have a problem with short stories? Oh, and by the way, if you don't review, I'll eat you. If you do review, I'll give you a cookie!