Authors Note: Yes, I wrote this years and years ago, and yes I know I still haven't updated UMO. I just felt like writing this today. Hopefully more updates with be upcoming. Also, obviously since I am a lot older, my writing style has changed significantly, though I have tried to write this in a fairly casual style. Anyway, enjoy!
CHAPTER 2: Oh God, you've gone and killed Ron and Hermione!
"Something must be done about this… this… horrible noise."
Fred and George had joined the trio.
"Well if you guys suddenly figure out some way to exterminate these monsters we have never seen or heard of before, I'm right here," said Harry sarcastically.
"Oh my!" cried Hermione.
"What?" said Harry with some trepidation.
"Look at it!"
There in the window sat a lone possum, gazing into the common room with enormous black eyes in its tiny furry face. There was a collective "Aww" from the assembled Gryffindors.
"No Hermione! Don't!" cried Harry sharply as Hermione stood up in a daze and started drifting towards the window. He ran forward to grab Hermione and hold her back but she wrestled him off.
"Ron! Help me!"
Ron joined Hermione at the window, the same star struck expression on his face.
"It's… so… adorable" murmured Ron and Hermione together.
"Uh oh," said Fred.
There was a crash and a yowl, followed by screaming. Ron had opened the window, and all havoc was let loose as the possums entered the common room in droves.
"Oh god! Oh god! They're everywhere!" screamed George, as Fred knocked him behind a couch, shielding his own face with his dressing gown. Harry was busy casting volleys of stunning spells with his wand, however most of them appeared to be making holes in the walls considering the incredible speed of the possums and the fact that he was only half awake in that ungodly hour of the morning.
"There's…. too… many…. of…. them!!"
"Help me!" screamed Hermione, who had jumped out the window in her desperate attempts to shake off the baby possum which had latched itself to her finger and was now balancing dangerously on the slanting roof tiles approximately 20 metres above the ground.
"I'm coming Hermione!" shouted Ron, scrambling out the window and getting stuck half way due to his gawky frame.
"I'll help you brother dear!" cried Fred grinning evilly as he shoved Ron from behind with all his might, causing him to crash outwards, hitting Hermione in the small of the back and knocking them both off the edge of the roof. There was a shrill scream, a thud, then silence (apart from the continual racket the possums were making in Gryffindor tower).
"You
know," said George conversationally, "I'm almost one hundred
per cent certain that scream came from Ron."
"Oh my god!"
Harry closed his eyes in horror as though to somehow turn back time and block out that whole disastrous last five minutes.
"You've killed them!!"
"Don't be a git Harry," said Fred jovially, patting Harry on the back, "You know the safety spells within Hogwarts walls would stop them before they hit the ground."
(A.N. written according to the time before HBP came out, obviously)
Harry remained bent over double, taking deep breaths and trying his utmost not to hyperventilate. He didn't appear to notice the large possum poised on his back while ripping out his hair.
-o-o- Ta da! What do think? Prefer the old writing style? Like the new? All comments greatly appreciated :).-o-o-
