Twister: Harry Potter Style
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story. Technically I don't even own the plot.
Chapter 1: A Few Years Forward
Five years later, fifteen year old Jo Harding drove her new, yellow pickup with seven year old Harry Potter in the passenger seat. Behind them followed four or five other vehicles with all her friends inside. They were currently headed for a part of Oklahoma called Daleton where a tornado warning was in effect. As Harry sat writing something in his notebook, he couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself. He, Jo, and her friends were a young group of storm chasers. In fact, Jo had told him that they were probably the youngest group of storm chasers in history, at least in Oklahoma's history. Since he couldn't drive, Harry's job was to check with the rest of the group over the radio to find out where, to go, what to do, and if there were any short-cuts. He took this very seriously and did his job very well, which Jo had told him quite a few times.
As they came to the tornado, Jo got her video camera out and started filming, but a beat-up looking green Valiant (car, not movie or pigeon LoL) pulled up right in the way and a drunk, naked man about their age, stumbled out. (A.N: I'm pretending that the legal drinking age in Oklahoma was lower back then because I don't know what it was or is.) Jo started yelling at him, but he didn't seem to hear her. He just strolled up to the twister, said, "Have a drink.", and threw his bottle of Jack Daniel's tequila in.
After that, Harry walked over to his best friend, Hermione Granger, and whispered in her ear, "I think he's got a screw loose." This caused them both to burst out laughing. Jo heard their laughter and walked over to them (the tornado already dissipated. "What's so funny?" "Harry said he thinks that guy has a screw loose." "That's not very nice, but it is funny and I think he has a point." "'Course he does. Only an idiot would waste good tequila like that!" This time it was Jo's friend Dusty who spoke. "No one asked your opinion, Dusty!" "Sorry, Jo. No need to be so uptight." "Well, if you wouldn't act like such a screwball all the time, I wouldn't be so 'uptight'!" "I wasn't acting like a 'screwball'. I was merely stating an honest fact." "No, you were being an idiot!" "I was not!" "Yes, you were!" "Um... Guys?" "What is it, Harry?" "Shouldn't we ask that weird guy what his name is, Jo?" "Yeah. I think that would be a good idea." "Okay." "Hey, you! What's your name?" "Ummm…Bill? Yeah. Bill's my name." "I'm Jo. These are my friends Harry, Hermione, Dusty, Laurence, 'Preacher', 'Rabbit', and Kim. We're a group of storm chasers. Want to join?" "Sure. Sounds like fun." "Cool. Welcome to the group."
TBC. I hope you liked that chapter. If you did, or even if you didn't, please review, just no flames please. This is my first story so please be gentle. Until next time.