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Chapter Two – Of Rude Little Demons and Floating Screwdrivers

'Don't forget potions, with all its bubbles and lotions!'

'WHY WON'T THIS THING WORK?!'

'I DON'T KNOW RON!' Harry yelled angrily over the bleeps that the Sonic Screwdriver emitted as he twisted it and jabbed all its buttons. The piece of paper it was pressed against switched between random suggestions, seeming as confused as the Screwdriver itself.

'Bubbles…studies…INK POTS!' It babbled. 'Quills…buddies…SPELL CHECK!'

'OH COME ON!' Ron shouted, who seemed quite near to pulling his own hair out. Harry jabbed his timetable ruthlessly with the silver device, which was rapidly becoming quite useless.

Now, it is a well known fact that most things can feel pain. Especially when prodded by something sonic. It wasn't obvious to Harry and Ron that this also counted for pieces of enchanted paper.

But this brand new fact made itself quite well known to the boys when the timetable uttered a blood-curling scream. It bounced off the stone walls and floor of the deserted corridor Ron and Harry had found, and rang in their ears. It almost sounded like a shrill little bell that was being rung by a small goblin, which was very high on something completely illegal.

'TURN IT OFF!' The broken yell came from the ginger haired huddle on the floor, which had hidden behind a nearby statue. The noise shocked Harry to such a level that he seemed numb…the scream was making his very brain vibrate…it actually began to agitate him slightly.

And it was that agitation that made him throw the two items away from him with an angry shout. The dreadful scream came to an abrupt halt as it was caught by the wind that dawdled in the corridors. The wind seemed to pity the poor, polite timetable, which was obviously completely innocent in all this. It was only trying to get two boys to study, after all. So the wind cradled it and gently laid it to rest on the stone floor.

And it was quite obvious that the wind didn't like the Sonic Screwdriver very much at all.

The poor device skittered across the stone, often sparking randomly in places as its metal screeched in pain. It rolled to a final halt, maybe a metre away from the two boys.

Harry stood in the corridor, chest heaving and his fists clenched by his sides, his eyes glued firmly onto the timetable. Ron even removed his head from his hands to peer around the statue with a fearful look.

The timetable seemed to be deciding whether or not it wanted to go through with all that again. If timetables do have the power to deliberate on choices such as these.

Everyone watched with baited breath. Maybe even Hogwarts watched. It seemed that way; the silence was very silent.

But this timetable had been instructed by the strict wand patterns of Hermione Granger, the cleverest student that the corridors of Hogwarts had seen in a while.

And it just so happened that Harry and Ron were blessed with her endless persistence in getting them study. And she was not to be outdone. Not even by Time Lord technology.

And so the timetable remained stubbornly faithful.

'If my help you refuse, a study-buddy you will loose!' It informed them. It was so cheerful, it almost seemed smug.

And it was that smugness that finally pushed Ron over the edge of reason. It was that light little shove that sent him toppling over the edge of sanity and into the deep dark pit that was (Obviously) Insanity.

And when he looked at the timetable that lay stationary on the floor, he saw a little demon with horns through his rapidly deteriorating vision. (His sight was beginning to turn a worrying red, and pretty black circles were exploding behind his eyes.)

It even had a little pitchfork to complete the whole demon-of-the-mind get-up.

And the little bastard was making very rude gestures at him, and was having great fun in insulting his mother.

Ron uttered an inhuman roar, and charged from behind the statue, intent on strangling the imaginary creature until it turned a nice shade of purple.

'RON, NO!' Harry yelled after him, but all Ron heard was the horrible taunts that little demon emitted. Ron dived down and snatched what Harry saw as a (For once) silent timetable, but Ron gave a cry of triumph when he snatched up the horrible creature who was still making very obscene gestures at him. The paper slipped in his hands, and so did the beast that shrunk to a perfect size to weave his way around Ron's hand like some horrible little snake. It even flickered through a range of gut-churning colours for Ron's displeasure.

But all Harry saw was an insane ginger teenager fumbling with a piece of paper.

'What are you doing, Ron?' He asked incredulously, his head tilted to one side with a look of serious misunderstanding look on his face.

'I'M GONNA' GET HIM, HARRY!' Ron snarled at the paper. 'DON'T YOU CALL MY MUM THAT!' He added in an anguished roar.

'Right…' Harry dragged the word out as much as possible; an accurate representation of his growing concern as Ron pulled out his wand and trained it on the limp piece of paper in his hand. Ron swayed on his feet, his eyes darting from left to right with an insane glint to them.

And then Harry discovered a very strange, very new fact when his worried eyes flickered on a spot just behind Ron's shuddering shoulder.

It appeared that the Sonic Screwdriver had somehow acquired powers of levitation.

It hung in a vertical position, just bobbing up and down on the spot all by itself. And Harry noticed that it was very slowly backing away, and it was obvious that it didn't want to draw any attention to itself.

Last time he checked, Harry hadn't found that metal had suddenly acquired powers of flight, or a desire to be inconspicuous.

So the conclusion he came to was this:

He had been very, very, very, very stupid. And let the Cloak play into someone's hands.

He reacted in an instant.

'SOMEONE'S GOT THE CLOAK!' Harry roared, throwing a finger in the floating Screwdriver's direction. He was partially relieved to find that he had successfully drawn Ron's attention from…whatever he was seeing to the Screwdriver, which had gone from its not-so-inconspicuous- bobbing to freezing stone dead in the air. Whoever was under Harry's Cloak, ('My Cloak!' Harry added in a hiss.) Knew they had been spotted.

'Ah.' The Sonic Screwdriver appeared to say.

No one moved.

Four heart beats stilled.

There was really only one thing to at this point.

'RUN!' The silver device yelled, and then it took off like a rocket down the corridors with a mad yell.

'GET HIM!' Harry roared, and charged after it. It swore at him, and seemed to put on extra speed as it skidded around the corner. Ron watched Harry turn the corner, shaking his fist after the Screwdriver.

'GIMME' MY CLOAK!' Came the distant yell.

Ron looked to the demon he held in his hand, looking slightly bewildered. Except it wasn't a demon any more.

It was a piece of paper.

And Ron felt slightly silly.

'Well…' He huffed to himself sheepishly. 'He was reallyrude to my mum.'

'COME ON, RON!' Harry's even more distant yell came from the corridors. Ron's head snapped up towards the sound, and then looked down at the piece of paper.

'Study smart, study hard, just do some work, you big tub of lard.' It informed him sourly.

Ron's left eye twitched for a moment, but it then regained normality.

'Don't think this isn't over.' He promised it darkly, and then ruthlessly shoved it into his pocket. With one final look around to see if anyone had seen him converse with a piece of paper, he ran after Harry, his robes billowing out behind him.

And all was silent in that one corridor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

But in another one, not so far away from the said corridor, someone whacked his shin on one of those bloody statues again as he tore through the school, not knowing really where he was going, let alone looking.

'GIVE. ME. BACK. MY. CLOAK!'

Running away from all sorts of things really does help make you very fast indeed.

Not sure about the ending. I obviously can't be dramatic and funny at the same time. Dammit. Five reviews = next chapter.