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This story was written by someone else and it was really great before
we warped it (we were just really bored and hyper). We hope they don't
mind and we're not mocking your story or you.
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"Harry! Harry, wake
up!" Groggily, Harry Potter opened his eyes to see his
best friend, Ron Weasley
standing above him. Ron handed Harry his glasses,
and poked his shoulder.
"Oy! Happy Christmas, Harry!" Harry put on his
glasses and sat up.
"Happy Christmas,
Ron!" They grinned at each other, then Ron dashed off to
wake his girlfriend,
Hermoine Granger.
"OY! HERMOINE! PRESENTS!
Looks like you got loads of books again!" Harry
smiled at his friend's
antics, then wondered vaguely if his obsession, Oliver Wood was awake yet.
He stood up, stretched, and rubbed the sleep out
of his eyes. Turning
to his trunk, he pulled last year's sweater from Mrs.
Weasley out, and put
it on. No sooner had he tugged it over his head, then
two arms slid around
his throat, cutting off his breath and circulation. Harry smiled,
and
tilted his head to
look at Oliver Wood, who was glaring back angrily.
"I was hoping that
you were awake," he told him. His lips hit the wall as
Oliver turned away
in disgust.
When Harry got back
up, Oliver pulled out a BFG 10k from behind his back,
and tried to kill
Harry. Harry smiled, atempted to kiss Oliver again and
briefly, tasted dust
from the floor to which Oliver had pushed him, and
then
was pushed by Oliver,
down the stairs to get the hell away from him.
The Weasley twins
had stuffed an extremely unwilling Percy into a fireplace
and set it afire.
They themselves were dressed as
Snape, and they were
stealing presents, while singing, " Oh Potter, you
rotter oh look what
we've done, we've stolen the presents from everyone!".
Lee Jordan was telling
anyone who
would listen that
he had wanted to be Minerva McGonagall , but they had
deftly refused insisting
that Snape would be angrier if he had dressed
up as his girlfriend.
Oliver was strangling Harry because he had tried to
share one of the large
armchairs, while accepting their gifts.
Later, at the Christmas
feast, [AN: Where they served the Who pudding and
the roast beast...^_~]
Oliver was proudly torching the expensive new
Quidditch robes that
Harry had
gotten him, and was
shoving Harry up the chimney.
After the excitement
of the day had finally calmed, and most everyone had
gone off to bed, Oliver
sat in the Gryffindor common room, watching the
crackling
fire which he thought
to be destroying Harry. Harry's eyelids were
drooping, but he was
managing to hide it very well. He leaned back further
into the flames, as
his lovely raven hair caught fire."Are you happy,
little one?" he asked,
gauging Harry's neck with a shiny silver spoon.
"I wish it would stay
Christmas forever, so that I could always have this
moment," Harry replied
dreamily.
"Ah, but you're forgetting
Saint Valentine's Day, you bastard," Oliver
laughed evilly.
"Oh, yeah." He snuggled
into the fire, resting his head on the white hot
brick behind him.
"Mmm...love you, Oliver..."
Oliver placed a gob
of spit on Harry's cheek, then started up to the dormitory
dormitory, carrying
the corpse in his arms. Oliver changed a
heartbeatless Harry
into his pajamas, put
him in his bed, pulled
the covers up to his chin, then poked him in the eye and left him for someone
to find in the morning.
"Catch this snitch,
Harry!" he cackled, throwing a small ball at Harry's lifeless body, watching
it bounce off. "Happy Christmas."
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A/N: Special, special thanks to the ultimate camel and Harry Potter fan, Jenna, who really really really really helped me with this (she probably wrote more of this than I did.....ok...she did, it's under my name 'cause she doesn't have one) Please R & R and flames are welcome (we will use them to toast 'smores!!!) Much thanks for reading!
- Meg and Jenna
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