A/N: I really don't know what goes on inside our heads.

Disclaimer: I forgot to do this in the last chapter, but I don't own anything except the ideas/plots.

Chapter 2

Idea 2: Capture an evil monster

Ron was feeling quite restless; he had a tingling sensation that someone was watching him. Not only that, he's been noticing poorly set traps all around him that he could barely avoid left, right and centre. He had an inkling feeling that it had something to do with Harry.


(Earlier that day)

"So Mr. Picklepants, what do you want to do today?" asked our wizard hero, Harry Potter. He intently watched the seemingly empty seat beside him as he ate his breakfast. His eyes flashed with an evil gleam as he yelled,

"That's jolly good!"


As Ron approached his best mate's house, he saw that the front door was left ajar with all the lights off. He started to panic; were the traps for Harry after all? Was You-Know-Who back again…again?

He paused. If I was Hermione, I would go down the chimney or enter through the window for a sneak attack. But then again, I'm not Hermione. Without a second to lose, he plunged into the darkness of Harry's living room. He had a second to grope around with his wand in hand before he felt the floor banish from under his feet.

"Bloody Hell!"

The room was flooded with light and Ron could see that he was trapped in a net, hanging from the ceiling. Harry suddenly jumped out from behind the couch and yelled,

"Gotcha!"

"Dammit Harry!" Ron shouted hoarsely, trying to untangle himself from the mess, "Let me down from here!"

"Not a chance, Won-Won!" replied Harry, "You're an evil predator who tried to eat poor Mr. Picklepants!"

"…Mr. Picklepants?" The last thing Ron saw was Harry's evil grin before he felt something hit his head and darkness shrouded him.


Harry watched Ron satisfyingly, as he subconsciously squirmed against the restraints in his sleep.

"Mr. Picklepants, what shall we do with the evil sorcerer, Won-Won?"

After a brief silence, Harry started to cackle evilly, rubbing his hands together.

"Excellent."


Ron woke up, startled to the faint murmur of chanting.

"Ooga Looga Ooga Looga..."

Ron vaguely wondered if Harry had rented an old Muggle history movie (he recalled watching something called the Pirates of the Caribbean and faintly remembered people with strange makeup and clothing chanting around the main character) as he forced his eyes open. When his eyes cleared of the haze from deep sleep, he could see the dark haired boy dressed in a grass skirt, holding a pointed spear with feathers in his hair.

"Harry…?" asked Ron cautiously, "what are you–

"SILENCE!" shouted Harry, triumphantly, "you will speak when spoken to!"

Harry continued to chant "Ooga Looga Ooga Looga" softly under his breath while circling the terrified red headed wizard, now dubbed Won-Won as Ron recalled bitterly. After what seemed like ages Harry stopped abruptly in front of Ron with a bowl full of suspicious red liquid. He scooped it up and smeared it across Ron's face, concealing his freckles.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron repeated, petrified with horror.

"The sacrifice must be prepared to appease our great King Mr. Picklepants!" said Harry.

"S-s-sacrifice? W-what kind of s-sacrifice?"

"SILENCE!"

Ron watched terrified, as Harry started chanting once again, "Ooga Looga Ooga Looga" when he broke off suddenly and froze listening.

"Someone's coming!" said Harry, "they must not see the prisoner!"

Ron didn't even have the chance to react before he was shoved roughly into a nearby closet by an unknown force.


"Hello Ginny," said Harry happily.

"Harry, I never see you any – what are you wearing?" said Ginny, her eyes skating over his grass skirt and feathered hair.

"Ron and I are playing a game."

Ginny briefly wondered what type of game would include a grass skirt and feathers but decided she didn't really want to know, so instead she said,

"Well go get changed. You've been cooped up in your house for too long; I'm taking you out."

"…Now? But Ron's still in the closet!"

Ginny was exasperated. What boys found interesting about spending countless hours in secluded areas such as closets dressed up in grass skirts and feathers, she would never know. What would they possibly do in there?

"Well then Ron should come out of the closet!" snapped Ginny.

"But then we won't have a sacrifice!" Harry retorted.

Ginny sighed. Her boyfriend's mind was much too eccentric for her to follow. Perhaps it was a bit addled after the duel with Voldemort.

"Fine! Ron can stay in the closet, but go get changed; I'm not going out to the public with you dressed like that."

"What about Ron being in the closet?" Hermione exclaimed, running in.

"Nothing. Mr. Picklepants, can you watch the closet door? I'm going out with Ginny and 'Mione," said Harry, walking towards his room to get changed.

Hermione and Ginny exchanged a glance, both silently agreeing not to comment on Harry's strange behaviour or his mental stability.


"…Hello? Harry? …Anyone?" whispered Ron in terror. On the other side of the closet door, he could hear the faint chanting of "Ooga Looga".