"Well-ell-ellcome back to the show," said the computer. "When we last left,
I was having some technical difficulties and we we were forced to go to a
commercial break." A small boom echoed from somewhere in the distance, yet
nobody seemed to notice.
"Our show has seven contestants. Each one has their own unique styles, tastes, and pet peeves."
The computer screen gets rid of its animated face to make room for the clips of each contestant. A picture of Harry Potter was projected on the screen.
"Hi, I'm Harry Potter," said the fair skinned, dark haired boy with the oddly shaped scar. He stared straight into a nonexistent camera as he spoke. "I attend Hogwarts, and I like long walks on the beach, candlelight dinners and being at the top of my game."
The screen changed and showed another clip of Harry. This clip, however, showed him dressed in a tight pleather skirt and tank top. He was holding a whip and wearing a red wig, shouting, "Who's your master?!?! WHO?!?! SAY MY NAME BIOTCH..." his screaming fit was disturbed by the earlier clip of Harry, who stared straight ahead in complete horror. A drop of sweat was clearly visible on his forehead.
"Um..." he said, half smiling. "Hehe...um...wrong clip."
Harry was replaced by another clip, this time it was Hermione.
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger. If I could describe myself in four words, I would say I'm smart, nice, caring, and clever.
This clip was interrupted by another one of herself. It showed her blind folded and tied to a conveniently placed pole. Out of nowhere, Harry appears, dressed as he was earlier. He suddenly started yelling at her.
"Say my name bitch. SAY IT!"
The clip was interrupted by a hyperventilating Hermione. She looked ahead, terrified. "How did you get that? I thought he burned that."
The next clip began to play. This one was for Ginny.
"I'm Ginny Weasly, and I plan on winning this competition. Mark my words."
Another clip began to roll. Ginny was now wearing a red bandana around her head and had a fierce expression on her face.
"Hoose dat bitch filming me en ma room, yo!" she spat, sounding like she was fresh off the streets of the Harlem. "Whos therrre?" She pounced on the camera and the image changed into one of static.
Ginny's first clip began to play. She just sat there, staring straight ahead to the camera. "Don't get any funny ideas. You got that?" The camera began to nod, as if it was human. She responded, "Good."
The next clip started playing. It showed Ron.
"Um...I'm Ron, and please don't show any embarrassing movies of me...please?" He sounded quite desperate.
The next clip came into play. It showed Ron when he was younger, maybe ten or twelve. He looked at the camera, confused.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing directly at the camera. Anther voice started to speak.
"It's a monster," said the voice. It was clearly feminine. "It's going to eat you."
Ron began to tremble. "Rrrreally?" He continued to look at the camera. "Whu- why does it want to eat me?"
"Because you're tasty," said the woman. This didn't comfort the child one bit, because a tear streamed down his face.
"Please don't eat me," he cried. "Please."
Suddenly, a rock flew straight towards him, hitting him square in the head. He screamed and cried louder.
"Why'd you do that, Mr. Monster?" he asked.
"He hates you. He wants you dead."
In a second, the camera sees the ground moving past it quickly and it hears the screams of a young Ron Weasly.
The clip is stopped, and Ron is shown once again.
"That wasn't a very nice thing for my mother to do, was it?" The image of him fades away as he mutters something to himself about how throwing cameras at young boys causes psychological damage.
The next clip showed Draco, sneering at the camera.
"I doubt you'll find anything wrong about me," were the first words out of his mind. "I'm not a some kind of a freak, like Potter and his friends. I'm more sane than that, thank you very much."
The next clip begins to play. The camera seemed to show nothing but a door. If it wasn't for the indistinct moaning coming from the other side, one might assume nothing was going on.
The moaning and louder, but then, it stopped abruptly.
"Whe-where are you going?" A voiced that sounded much like Draco's asked. He must have been on the other side of the door. "Don't leave."
The door swung open and out walked Mrs. Norris, her tail shot straight into the air. Draco ran out after her.
"Don't leave, my love. Please don't ignore me!" but it was too late; Mrs. Norris had turned a corner, ignoring Draco the entire time. He seemed to have been shattered by this.
"How could she do this to me?" he asked no one in particular. "We were going to show that movie online, next to Pam and Tommy's. Or Maybe Paris' " He walked back into the room he was just in, muttering to himself.
The clip stopped and now Draco was staring straight ahead. He just scratched the back of his neck. "Nope," he said, a little uneasy. "Nothing out of the ordinary there." He gave a nervous laugh and just smiled.
The next clip started playing. This one showed Neville. He just started at the camera, nervously.
"I didn't even want to do this show. Please don't kill me. I don't think my heart can take it."
The next clip showed. It was unlike the other clips shown before; this one was of the flying scene he had done in the first Harry Potter Movie. It showed the CGI image of himself fly around, crash into the school and fall to the ground with a loud thud.
The clip ceased, and showed how Neville had a tear in his eye. "That was SO embarrassing...that terrible CGI image. That's CGI at its worse, I tell you! How could you do this to me?"
His lecture was cut short by the changing of the clips. The last person was now introduced, and it was Goyle.
He just looked straight ahead and nodded slightly, not showing any sign of emotion.
The clip began to play. It was Goyle, sitting in the library, reading a magazine. He looked intently at the pages of his magazine, which one would assume was Playboy from the way he stared. Actually, it was Playboy, or so you think.
He stood up from his seat when the magazine slipped out of his fingers. It landed with a soft crash and the terrible truth was revealed. He wasn't reading Playboy at all, that was just the cover of the magazine. Inside was Scientific American, and it was opened to an article about the parrarel universe. In fear that somebody would uncover his embarrassing fetish, he quickly gathered the two magazines up in a hurry, looking around the room to see if anyone was watching.
The clip stopped and revealed Goyle, who looked much like he did earlier, except for the fact he was shaking his head, had a frown on his face and began rolling his sleeves up. Before he had the opportunity to attack the poor, underpaid camera man, the introduction sequence ended.
~*~*~ A/N- The actual story will begin next chapter. This was just all the characters describing themselves. It's a little OOC, but "My story, My rules." Remember to review, or I won't post a chapter that actually makes sense, as opposed to this *points to prologue and chapter 1*. adios
"Our show has seven contestants. Each one has their own unique styles, tastes, and pet peeves."
The computer screen gets rid of its animated face to make room for the clips of each contestant. A picture of Harry Potter was projected on the screen.
"Hi, I'm Harry Potter," said the fair skinned, dark haired boy with the oddly shaped scar. He stared straight into a nonexistent camera as he spoke. "I attend Hogwarts, and I like long walks on the beach, candlelight dinners and being at the top of my game."
The screen changed and showed another clip of Harry. This clip, however, showed him dressed in a tight pleather skirt and tank top. He was holding a whip and wearing a red wig, shouting, "Who's your master?!?! WHO?!?! SAY MY NAME BIOTCH..." his screaming fit was disturbed by the earlier clip of Harry, who stared straight ahead in complete horror. A drop of sweat was clearly visible on his forehead.
"Um..." he said, half smiling. "Hehe...um...wrong clip."
Harry was replaced by another clip, this time it was Hermione.
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger. If I could describe myself in four words, I would say I'm smart, nice, caring, and clever.
This clip was interrupted by another one of herself. It showed her blind folded and tied to a conveniently placed pole. Out of nowhere, Harry appears, dressed as he was earlier. He suddenly started yelling at her.
"Say my name bitch. SAY IT!"
The clip was interrupted by a hyperventilating Hermione. She looked ahead, terrified. "How did you get that? I thought he burned that."
The next clip began to play. This one was for Ginny.
"I'm Ginny Weasly, and I plan on winning this competition. Mark my words."
Another clip began to roll. Ginny was now wearing a red bandana around her head and had a fierce expression on her face.
"Hoose dat bitch filming me en ma room, yo!" she spat, sounding like she was fresh off the streets of the Harlem. "Whos therrre?" She pounced on the camera and the image changed into one of static.
Ginny's first clip began to play. She just sat there, staring straight ahead to the camera. "Don't get any funny ideas. You got that?" The camera began to nod, as if it was human. She responded, "Good."
The next clip started playing. It showed Ron.
"Um...I'm Ron, and please don't show any embarrassing movies of me...please?" He sounded quite desperate.
The next clip came into play. It showed Ron when he was younger, maybe ten or twelve. He looked at the camera, confused.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing directly at the camera. Anther voice started to speak.
"It's a monster," said the voice. It was clearly feminine. "It's going to eat you."
Ron began to tremble. "Rrrreally?" He continued to look at the camera. "Whu- why does it want to eat me?"
"Because you're tasty," said the woman. This didn't comfort the child one bit, because a tear streamed down his face.
"Please don't eat me," he cried. "Please."
Suddenly, a rock flew straight towards him, hitting him square in the head. He screamed and cried louder.
"Why'd you do that, Mr. Monster?" he asked.
"He hates you. He wants you dead."
In a second, the camera sees the ground moving past it quickly and it hears the screams of a young Ron Weasly.
The clip is stopped, and Ron is shown once again.
"That wasn't a very nice thing for my mother to do, was it?" The image of him fades away as he mutters something to himself about how throwing cameras at young boys causes psychological damage.
The next clip showed Draco, sneering at the camera.
"I doubt you'll find anything wrong about me," were the first words out of his mind. "I'm not a some kind of a freak, like Potter and his friends. I'm more sane than that, thank you very much."
The next clip begins to play. The camera seemed to show nothing but a door. If it wasn't for the indistinct moaning coming from the other side, one might assume nothing was going on.
The moaning and louder, but then, it stopped abruptly.
"Whe-where are you going?" A voiced that sounded much like Draco's asked. He must have been on the other side of the door. "Don't leave."
The door swung open and out walked Mrs. Norris, her tail shot straight into the air. Draco ran out after her.
"Don't leave, my love. Please don't ignore me!" but it was too late; Mrs. Norris had turned a corner, ignoring Draco the entire time. He seemed to have been shattered by this.
"How could she do this to me?" he asked no one in particular. "We were going to show that movie online, next to Pam and Tommy's. Or Maybe Paris' " He walked back into the room he was just in, muttering to himself.
The clip stopped and now Draco was staring straight ahead. He just scratched the back of his neck. "Nope," he said, a little uneasy. "Nothing out of the ordinary there." He gave a nervous laugh and just smiled.
The next clip started playing. This one showed Neville. He just started at the camera, nervously.
"I didn't even want to do this show. Please don't kill me. I don't think my heart can take it."
The next clip showed. It was unlike the other clips shown before; this one was of the flying scene he had done in the first Harry Potter Movie. It showed the CGI image of himself fly around, crash into the school and fall to the ground with a loud thud.
The clip ceased, and showed how Neville had a tear in his eye. "That was SO embarrassing...that terrible CGI image. That's CGI at its worse, I tell you! How could you do this to me?"
His lecture was cut short by the changing of the clips. The last person was now introduced, and it was Goyle.
He just looked straight ahead and nodded slightly, not showing any sign of emotion.
The clip began to play. It was Goyle, sitting in the library, reading a magazine. He looked intently at the pages of his magazine, which one would assume was Playboy from the way he stared. Actually, it was Playboy, or so you think.
He stood up from his seat when the magazine slipped out of his fingers. It landed with a soft crash and the terrible truth was revealed. He wasn't reading Playboy at all, that was just the cover of the magazine. Inside was Scientific American, and it was opened to an article about the parrarel universe. In fear that somebody would uncover his embarrassing fetish, he quickly gathered the two magazines up in a hurry, looking around the room to see if anyone was watching.
The clip stopped and revealed Goyle, who looked much like he did earlier, except for the fact he was shaking his head, had a frown on his face and began rolling his sleeves up. Before he had the opportunity to attack the poor, underpaid camera man, the introduction sequence ended.
~*~*~ A/N- The actual story will begin next chapter. This was just all the characters describing themselves. It's a little OOC, but "My story, My rules." Remember to review, or I won't post a chapter that actually makes sense, as opposed to this *points to prologue and chapter 1*. adios