Muahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!! I am on a sugar high right now, and even though it is midnight and I have to wake up for school at 5:30, I am going to write a funny (laugh, damn you!) story about my friend Nin (no, not nine inch nails, it's short for serenity, duh…) and I taking a trip to Hogwarts. Do expect some, um…er…fun between me and Oliver Wood. Mmmm…you probably won't get this unless you ARE Nin, but you will laugh anyways because any story with the word I in it is funny… "I looked over to the left"
Wink wink, nudge nudge. Sadly, I do not own any of the Harry Potter character (except myself!!! And also now I own nin, hahahahahhah…you heard it from me first!)
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Chapter 1
I wrote this because I have had way too much sugar in me and because I was inspired to do so, thank you.
"YeS, iT wAs Me! I dId It! I mAdE sErEnItY oBsEsSeD wItH hArRy PoTtEr!" I screamed (while using very annoying, but heck, I gotta admit, charming capitalization methods.) "I had to tell someone! I met him last summer at ballet camp, and ever since then, I have had no one to talk to about the pathetically heroic and roguishly handsome Harry Potter! The minute I showed her a picture of the little scamp, she immediately fell in love with his messy black hair, striking green eyes, and the lightning scar on his forehead (shhh! Don't tell her it's a scar, though, cause I heard on the DL that she thought it was a tattoo and that he was just, er…creative?) thus, forsaking her lovable, but must I say 'Tard (that's payback for hunan house, alrighty?) of a boyfriend, Dustin, who was absolutely not good enough for her because he didn't know what fennel was. So, besides that, she was from that point on obsessed with Harry. Hell, she even thought his glasses were hot (no comment, but my sister seems to think the same…am I missing something here?) Me, on the other hand, well I didn't find him hot in the least bit, but was fascinated by the fact that he was a wizard (I am a muggle, by the way, but was completely aware that wizards existed all along ok? It's not like I didn't know or something, I mean I'm in Honors English for gosh sakes, and you know that anyone in Honors English has amazing observational skills.) I also loved to hear stories about all the crazy stuff that he'd done (though I think most of it is made up like stories of a certain other person I know. *ahem*) and about all of the strange, but unique (and with rather quirky names, like Draco and Neville and Parvati…are these real names people, please help me out of this hole) people that attend Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Which brings me to my first point (am I making points?) Well, anyways, Serenity and I saved up all of the money we could (working at Taco Bell with Grant) and bought plane tickets to London to see if we could somehow sneak into Hogwarts and attend classes for the rest of the year without anyone noticing. So with an ingenious plan and new underwear, of course (hey, when you have new underwear on, it justs make you feel all special inside, doesn't it?) we made our way to Diagon Alley to spy on Harry and his friends, Hermione and Ron. Oh, and Ginny was there to, but she isn't part of the famous "Gryffindor Trio" so no one ever includes her, including me, hee hee, would you like a cup of tea? How many words can I make rhyme? - Let's see. Just kidding. Anyways, everything was going just fine until an extremely annoying and stiff (hey, no dirty minds here!) red head that looked like Ron except a lot dorkier and prude bumped into Serenity. She proceeded to scream a flurry of words at his red face (or maybe more in the general direction of his hair, they were both red you see, and I couldn't tell when one stopped and the other started) that I assumed were curse words, but I was too absorbed with a hot (sorry Joe) looking English guy (duh, we're in London) who walked into a Quittich store. I started to follow him, but seeing as how I had no clue who he was, and was sort of in a foreign country, well, you know…
After that little incident, we lost Harry (and Ron and Hermione), so we just decided to go have a few butterbeers in The Leaky Cauldron. They didn't even card us, muaahahahhahahaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!
Then, seeing as how we had nothing else to do, and didn't feel like being no shit sherlocks, we decided to go to bed since we had to catch the Hogwarts Express in the morning. It was going to be tricky trying to get on the train without tarrying too long and causing trouble with all the muggles trying to treat themselves to a typically normal Tuesday (That's a lil alliteration for ya Nin, from Somer's class! Sorry if you're not nin, and got annoyed at all the Ts, but hey, I warned ya, so suck it up!)
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Well, that's the first chapter. I don't really expect any reviews except for Nin's and if she doesn't review, then I'll cry, so maybe you ALL should review. I am going to steal a method of SilverPhoenix's for the end, just cause she's a genius. So, here's a little poem I like to call Fluffy (not Cerberus you assholes)
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I like sugar in my tea,
When I'm writing Harry stories.
'If I have to, I'll get down on my knees
So you'll review' said Pauley Shorey (shut up, nothing rhymes with story)
If I had a million dollars I wouldn't buy a boat,
I'd give it all to someone like you, just to get your vote
On a best authors list, and if not, I'll be pissed.
So review you son of a *$!#@ or I'll throw you in the moat (in my backyard)
HEH HEHE HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH heHEHE heh HEHe Hheh hEHh ehEH hehHHEhEHEH!!!!!!!!!
Wink wink, nudge nudge. Sadly, I do not own any of the Harry Potter character (except myself!!! And also now I own nin, hahahahahhah…you heard it from me first!)
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Chapter 1
I wrote this because I have had way too much sugar in me and because I was inspired to do so, thank you.
"YeS, iT wAs Me! I dId It! I mAdE sErEnItY oBsEsSeD wItH hArRy PoTtEr!" I screamed (while using very annoying, but heck, I gotta admit, charming capitalization methods.) "I had to tell someone! I met him last summer at ballet camp, and ever since then, I have had no one to talk to about the pathetically heroic and roguishly handsome Harry Potter! The minute I showed her a picture of the little scamp, she immediately fell in love with his messy black hair, striking green eyes, and the lightning scar on his forehead (shhh! Don't tell her it's a scar, though, cause I heard on the DL that she thought it was a tattoo and that he was just, er…creative?) thus, forsaking her lovable, but must I say 'Tard (that's payback for hunan house, alrighty?) of a boyfriend, Dustin, who was absolutely not good enough for her because he didn't know what fennel was. So, besides that, she was from that point on obsessed with Harry. Hell, she even thought his glasses were hot (no comment, but my sister seems to think the same…am I missing something here?) Me, on the other hand, well I didn't find him hot in the least bit, but was fascinated by the fact that he was a wizard (I am a muggle, by the way, but was completely aware that wizards existed all along ok? It's not like I didn't know or something, I mean I'm in Honors English for gosh sakes, and you know that anyone in Honors English has amazing observational skills.) I also loved to hear stories about all the crazy stuff that he'd done (though I think most of it is made up like stories of a certain other person I know. *ahem*) and about all of the strange, but unique (and with rather quirky names, like Draco and Neville and Parvati…are these real names people, please help me out of this hole) people that attend Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Which brings me to my first point (am I making points?) Well, anyways, Serenity and I saved up all of the money we could (working at Taco Bell with Grant) and bought plane tickets to London to see if we could somehow sneak into Hogwarts and attend classes for the rest of the year without anyone noticing. So with an ingenious plan and new underwear, of course (hey, when you have new underwear on, it justs make you feel all special inside, doesn't it?) we made our way to Diagon Alley to spy on Harry and his friends, Hermione and Ron. Oh, and Ginny was there to, but she isn't part of the famous "Gryffindor Trio" so no one ever includes her, including me, hee hee, would you like a cup of tea? How many words can I make rhyme? - Let's see. Just kidding. Anyways, everything was going just fine until an extremely annoying and stiff (hey, no dirty minds here!) red head that looked like Ron except a lot dorkier and prude bumped into Serenity. She proceeded to scream a flurry of words at his red face (or maybe more in the general direction of his hair, they were both red you see, and I couldn't tell when one stopped and the other started) that I assumed were curse words, but I was too absorbed with a hot (sorry Joe) looking English guy (duh, we're in London) who walked into a Quittich store. I started to follow him, but seeing as how I had no clue who he was, and was sort of in a foreign country, well, you know…
After that little incident, we lost Harry (and Ron and Hermione), so we just decided to go have a few butterbeers in The Leaky Cauldron. They didn't even card us, muaahahahhahahaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!
Then, seeing as how we had nothing else to do, and didn't feel like being no shit sherlocks, we decided to go to bed since we had to catch the Hogwarts Express in the morning. It was going to be tricky trying to get on the train without tarrying too long and causing trouble with all the muggles trying to treat themselves to a typically normal Tuesday (That's a lil alliteration for ya Nin, from Somer's class! Sorry if you're not nin, and got annoyed at all the Ts, but hey, I warned ya, so suck it up!)
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Well, that's the first chapter. I don't really expect any reviews except for Nin's and if she doesn't review, then I'll cry, so maybe you ALL should review. I am going to steal a method of SilverPhoenix's for the end, just cause she's a genius. So, here's a little poem I like to call Fluffy (not Cerberus you assholes)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I like sugar in my tea,
When I'm writing Harry stories.
'If I have to, I'll get down on my knees
So you'll review' said Pauley Shorey (shut up, nothing rhymes with story)
If I had a million dollars I wouldn't buy a boat,
I'd give it all to someone like you, just to get your vote
On a best authors list, and if not, I'll be pissed.
So review you son of a *$!#@ or I'll throw you in the moat (in my backyard)
HEH HEHE HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH heHEHE heh HEHe Hheh hEHh ehEH hehHHEhEHEH!!!!!!!!!