WHAT?!?
a\n Okay, this is my first fic I've done, so pleaseeeeeeee don't be too critical. I will start at the beginning of their 82nd year at Hogwarts (but they they've been the same age for 78 years, make sense? No, so don't question me, kay!….Well actually it does make sense because JK Rowling has decided to take her precious little time on the 5th book.*note sarcasm* Come oooon woman, it's been two freakin' years already. The poor kids will be going through puberty for the rest of their lives. Ooohhh, the Humanity!!!! Well, at least it's not me.*shrug*) Anyways, I'll shut up now, R\R!
Neville Trevor! Where's Trevor?!?
Harry You idiot, can't you tell the poor beast can't stand you. 'Course, I'd feel the same if I live with a great clutz like you.
Neville Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!…………..Trevor!
Trevor ………….*crickets chirp and dead leaves blow by*
Trevor's Brain Save me! Saaaave Meeeee! Let me diiiiieee! Send me to Askanimal.* sobs hysterically*
Ron Poor thing………Oh well, So long as there's nothing in it for me I don't give a hoot.( a\n actually he never gives a hoot, Pig and Hedwig do that) Come on Harry, we got to get to the feast.
Walk away going on and on and on about wonky faints….
Harry Wronski Feint you nitwit.
P.M. How dare you insult the author!!!
Harry You're the one who made me say that *shakes fist angrily toward ceiling*
P.M. Oh, right….Well, carry on then, Cherrio!
Harry Yeah……Fruit Loops to you too…..
Anyways, Harry and Ron leave and Hermione is forgotten about.
Neville Jerks, anyway if I'm worth 12 of Malfoy, I gotta be worth 50 of each of them……stupid snotheads, monkey brains, ect., ect.,
Neville shuffles away mumbling insults toward the feast. Then a purple and yellow hooded figure appears.
Figure *Laughs maliciously for no apparent reason* Mwahahaah!
The figure then tries to vanish in a poof of smoke, but is bombarded by yellow ducks instead. He then tries to disappear into the shadows, but realizing he's dressed in purple and yellow gives that up as well.
Figure Argh! Screw it!
The Figure exits through the Front doors that are large enough to put the Dursley's house through. Why? I dunno, maybe he wanted a drink at the Three Broomsucks----Sticks, I mean.
a\n So, What'd ya think? R\R….Pleaseeeeeeeeee
a\n Okay, this is my first fic I've done, so pleaseeeeeeee don't be too critical. I will start at the beginning of their 82nd year at Hogwarts (but they they've been the same age for 78 years, make sense? No, so don't question me, kay!….Well actually it does make sense because JK Rowling has decided to take her precious little time on the 5th book.*note sarcasm* Come oooon woman, it's been two freakin' years already. The poor kids will be going through puberty for the rest of their lives. Ooohhh, the Humanity!!!! Well, at least it's not me.*shrug*) Anyways, I'll shut up now, R\R!
Neville Trevor! Where's Trevor?!?
Harry You idiot, can't you tell the poor beast can't stand you. 'Course, I'd feel the same if I live with a great clutz like you.
Neville Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!…………..Trevor!
Trevor ………….*crickets chirp and dead leaves blow by*
Trevor's Brain Save me! Saaaave Meeeee! Let me diiiiieee! Send me to Askanimal.* sobs hysterically*
Ron Poor thing………Oh well, So long as there's nothing in it for me I don't give a hoot.( a\n actually he never gives a hoot, Pig and Hedwig do that) Come on Harry, we got to get to the feast.
Walk away going on and on and on about wonky faints….
Harry Wronski Feint you nitwit.
P.M. How dare you insult the author!!!
Harry You're the one who made me say that *shakes fist angrily toward ceiling*
P.M. Oh, right….Well, carry on then, Cherrio!
Harry Yeah……Fruit Loops to you too…..
Anyways, Harry and Ron leave and Hermione is forgotten about.
Neville Jerks, anyway if I'm worth 12 of Malfoy, I gotta be worth 50 of each of them……stupid snotheads, monkey brains, ect., ect.,
Neville shuffles away mumbling insults toward the feast. Then a purple and yellow hooded figure appears.
Figure *Laughs maliciously for no apparent reason* Mwahahaah!
The figure then tries to vanish in a poof of smoke, but is bombarded by yellow ducks instead. He then tries to disappear into the shadows, but realizing he's dressed in purple and yellow gives that up as well.
Figure Argh! Screw it!
The Figure exits through the Front doors that are large enough to put the Dursley's house through. Why? I dunno, maybe he wanted a drink at the Three Broomsucks----Sticks, I mean.
a\n So, What'd ya think? R\R….Pleaseeeeeeeeee