Chapter 4

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AN: In this universe, which is still AU, Volde-shorts is dead. Vanderman killed him. And I seriously doubt any of you know who he is.

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2 days later/ 4 days until the Ghost Busters arrive.

Snape's POV

Immediately upon waking up, he, Severus Snape, the feared potion's master, ex-deatheater, and alleged Snape-a-doodle, could tell this was going to be one of those days. The days that made you wished you had never gotten out of bed. Snape groaned, opened his eyes, and hurridly closed them. He had seen his calender. He had the sixth year Gryffindors today, and it just happened to be Double Potions to maked it worse. For once in his life, Snape did'nt go to class.


Hermione's POV

Hermione, as she was preparing for the day, was thinking. She was thinking that today was going to be a good day, she could just feel it. Harry had behaved yesterday, with only minor misshaps, and today looked promising as well. The smartest witch in her class had already labled those two days of insanity as Harry having a minor episode. After all, he was connected to He-Who's-Name-Must-Be-Hyphenated-And-Capitalized-At-All-Times's mind for fifteen years of his life, he was definately allowed a minor episode. But perhaps they should look into getting him some therapy, infact, Hermione could read up on it herself, and help Harry, so he would never have any of those episodes again. For the whole school's sanity as well as his, although it was probably too late for the Headmaster.

Cheerfully, Hermione headed down to the Common Room.


General but still mostly from Harry's POV

The Common Room was filled with people trying to do last minute homework, meet friends, greet signigicant others, sign up for Quidditch, and head down to breakfast. Harry had just backed away from the sign-up sheet. Already grinning from the future chaos that could be caused with this. He then twirled down to the Great Hall to meet Ron, the youngest of the male Weasleys and his personal yes-man, for breakfast.

When he got down there, he didn't see Ron anywhere. After waiting for ten minutes, Harry gave into his stomach's demands and went in to eat breakfast. When he reached the table, he saw Ron already there, and from the looks of it, halfway through his second helping of kippers and eggs.

"Why, may I ask, did you not meet me like we had agreed?" Harry asked Ron coolly.

Ron swallowed his food, something he never did for Hermione, and said, "I don't know, why did you sign up as a beater for the try-outs."

"I already told you," Harry said exasperated. "It's part of my diabolical plan."

Ron had an especially confused look on his face. "What does that have to do with marshmallows and demon gummie bears?"

"Not that one you idiot, the other one."

Ron thought for about two minutes and then, with a look of comprehension on his face, said, "Oh. That one. Blimey, Harry. I'm sorry."

"I'm afraid sorry is not going to be good enough this time. You are now officially out of the loop and officially on the civillians list," said Harry in a final way.

Ron paled and went to the other end of the table to sulk, leaving his half-eaten food behind. Harry, on the other hand, cheered up immediately, and helped himself to cinnamon and sugar and sugar toast (my brother made that up). Ten minutes later, Hermione came in, face burried in a book on psychology, and sat in Ron's previous seat. Putting the book down, she noticed the spot's previous occupant's food.

Frowning, she said," Why does this look like one of Ron's halfway eaten meals?"

Harry answers, "Because it is."

"Is he sick?"

"Not presently."

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, annoyed.

"Exactly what it sounds like," Harry replied, earily calm. Before Hermione could badger him any more, he got out of his seat, walked to the teachers' table, and looked around the room. Noticing that everyone except the Potion's Master was present, he waved his wand, both shutting and locking the doors, jumped up on the table, conjured a megaphone and said:

"People of Earth, stop being so damn stupid."

The lights flickered off, the on again. When the lights came back on for good, Harry was gone, and in his place was a large box about three foot in height, width, and depth. Everyone stared at this box for about six seconds before it opened, seemingly under its own power. After that the peace lasted for one more second befor demon gummie bears armed with marshmallow swords, spears, and bows and arrows came flying out, attacking everyone. People screamed, tried shooting spells at them, and tried to escape, but it was no use. Most spells either had no effect on them or ended up multiplying them.

Down in his dungeon rooms, Snape heard the screams, shuddered, and went back to drinking his firewhiskey, glad he had not left his rooms today.


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