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Chapter 4: In which Harry loves his broom…
R*R: Ron and Hermione sat down for breakfast…
Hermione: So then I says to Mabel, I says…
R*R: But Ron had noticed something was wrong…
Ron: I have noticed something is wrong.
Hermione: Indeed. For where is Harry?
R*R: So, being the troublesome Scooby-Dooesque kids that they are, they went to search for the missing youth. And where should their search take them, but the Broom Shed…?
Ron: Are you in there, Harry?
Harry: leave ussssssss alone!
R*R: So Ron, of course, went in…
Harry: NOOO!! ITS MINE!! YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! IT'S MY PRECIOUSSSSSSS!!!!
Hermione: Harry…. It's a broom…
R*R: But Harry was very fond of his broom, and couldn't risk anyone taking it…
Harry: YOU SHALL NOT HAVE IT! IT'SS OURSSS!! PRECIOUSSSS!!
R*R: So he ran away….
Harry: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
R*R: And spent the rest of his days in the 4th floor broom closet…
The End