Author's Note: Well, no one else has reviewed, but that's not the reason
why I haven't updated. It's because of a) writer's block (I kind of lied…I
really don't know what the prank will be () and b) stupid, evil SCHOOLWORK!
AAGH!
Any way…
Disclaimer: If you're to the fourth chapter already, you should know the drill.
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Harry Potter and the Ultimatam Mortem Curse
by gray frog
~Chapter Four~
Hermione groaned as Draco and Ron leaned in. What was her "perfect plan" with which to get back at Harry? And what in Merlin's name had possessed her to say she had one? Then it hit her. Possess Harry! (A/N eh…I know it's not brilliant, but what could I do? Work with me here, people!) Sure, it was kind of stupid, but it would work wonderfully. And Draco and Ron, being stupid gits, would think it genius.
"…I think what we should do is possess Harry and control everything he says and does. He can be slapped, humiliated, and expelled all at once!" The two boys grinned.
"Genius, Hermione! Genius!"
"It'll work wonderfully!"
Hermione almost snorted at their use of her phrases, but maintained her composure. She needed these boys to cover for her if they were caught. But with her brilliant planning, she doubted they would be.
"Now, I know just the spell. It's called the "ultimatam mortem" curse (A/N: "ultimate death" in Latin) and it makes sure that the results of every action are the most humiliating possible." Draco nodded approvingly while Ron cackled harshly. Madame Pince glanced over, all set for a disapproving glare, when she saw Hermione with them, so she merely smiled sweetly. Such a sweet girl, she thought. So smart, too.
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Neville Longbottom lifted his wand and placed an invisibility and silencing spell around the room. Glancing around, he whispered, "fire wings" and the room spun around three times. After settling down, one could see the room was now filled with all sorts of fancy equipment…and a violin. Neville face glowed.
"My Stradivarius," he whispered, then shook his head. He had work to do.
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Snape sat in his room and sighed. Why couldn't he get a better job? Why did Dumbledore hate him so, shun him at staff meetings, kick his shins in the hallway? It was like his student days all over again. The only bright spot of his day was watching the Slytherin Quidditch team practice, his only chance to chat with the love of his life. Madam Hooch.
How long had the affair been going on? Snape counted the years. It had begun in his seventh year at Hogwarts and never ended. Of course, it was all in secret, but he had been planning to "pop the question" any day now. Two questions, actually. One was, "Will you marry me?" The other was, "Will you teach me how to play Quidditch?"
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Dumbledore looked out of the window at the swarm of girls surrounding Harry Potter and chuckled. "Ah, quite the ladies man…just like I was." All the girls had come up to him, smiling flirtatiously. He remembered one especially, although he couldn't quite recall her name…
*FLASHBACK*
"Hey, Albie," murmured a scantily clad girl with long black hair. "Love the new goatee. Such a hip addition to your sexy bod." Albus grinned.
"Hey, baby, want to go into town for a butterbeer or twelve?" The girl grinned.
"Love to, Albie…"
*END FLASHBACK*
Albus sighed. He missed his student days.
"I'm going into Hogsmeade for a butterbeer. Hold all my calls." With that, he left the room. Fawkes looked after him curiously, squawked, and went to sleep.
Author's Note: Lovely chappie, wasn't it? Ah, such a fun word. Chappie, chappie, chappie! Well, I don't really have anything to say, but I would appreciate reviews!
Any way…
Disclaimer: If you're to the fourth chapter already, you should know the drill.
^-^___________________________________^-^
Harry Potter and the Ultimatam Mortem Curse
by gray frog
~Chapter Four~
Hermione groaned as Draco and Ron leaned in. What was her "perfect plan" with which to get back at Harry? And what in Merlin's name had possessed her to say she had one? Then it hit her. Possess Harry! (A/N eh…I know it's not brilliant, but what could I do? Work with me here, people!) Sure, it was kind of stupid, but it would work wonderfully. And Draco and Ron, being stupid gits, would think it genius.
"…I think what we should do is possess Harry and control everything he says and does. He can be slapped, humiliated, and expelled all at once!" The two boys grinned.
"Genius, Hermione! Genius!"
"It'll work wonderfully!"
Hermione almost snorted at their use of her phrases, but maintained her composure. She needed these boys to cover for her if they were caught. But with her brilliant planning, she doubted they would be.
"Now, I know just the spell. It's called the "ultimatam mortem" curse (A/N: "ultimate death" in Latin) and it makes sure that the results of every action are the most humiliating possible." Draco nodded approvingly while Ron cackled harshly. Madame Pince glanced over, all set for a disapproving glare, when she saw Hermione with them, so she merely smiled sweetly. Such a sweet girl, she thought. So smart, too.
^-^_____^-^
Neville Longbottom lifted his wand and placed an invisibility and silencing spell around the room. Glancing around, he whispered, "fire wings" and the room spun around three times. After settling down, one could see the room was now filled with all sorts of fancy equipment…and a violin. Neville face glowed.
"My Stradivarius," he whispered, then shook his head. He had work to do.
^-^_____^-^
Snape sat in his room and sighed. Why couldn't he get a better job? Why did Dumbledore hate him so, shun him at staff meetings, kick his shins in the hallway? It was like his student days all over again. The only bright spot of his day was watching the Slytherin Quidditch team practice, his only chance to chat with the love of his life. Madam Hooch.
How long had the affair been going on? Snape counted the years. It had begun in his seventh year at Hogwarts and never ended. Of course, it was all in secret, but he had been planning to "pop the question" any day now. Two questions, actually. One was, "Will you marry me?" The other was, "Will you teach me how to play Quidditch?"
^-^_____^-^
Dumbledore looked out of the window at the swarm of girls surrounding Harry Potter and chuckled. "Ah, quite the ladies man…just like I was." All the girls had come up to him, smiling flirtatiously. He remembered one especially, although he couldn't quite recall her name…
*FLASHBACK*
"Hey, Albie," murmured a scantily clad girl with long black hair. "Love the new goatee. Such a hip addition to your sexy bod." Albus grinned.
"Hey, baby, want to go into town for a butterbeer or twelve?" The girl grinned.
"Love to, Albie…"
*END FLASHBACK*
Albus sighed. He missed his student days.
"I'm going into Hogsmeade for a butterbeer. Hold all my calls." With that, he left the room. Fawkes looked after him curiously, squawked, and went to sleep.
Author's Note: Lovely chappie, wasn't it? Ah, such a fun word. Chappie, chappie, chappie! Well, I don't really have anything to say, but I would appreciate reviews!
