Harry Potter and the Dark Lord's Duplicate
Chapter 3 (I'm so proud for making it this far!)
Harry and Ron, who were now "mates" again, happily walking down the hallway on a lovely Saturday morning. Harry pulled a book out of his pocket.
"So...you like Hermione?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Here. You can have this. Your brothers gave it to me for my birthday."
Ron took the book from Harry Potter, looked over it, and smiled.
"Gilderoy Lockhart's Guaranteed Pick-up Lines?" he scanned the first page, "You must be tired, 'cause you've been running around my mind all day?"
"Apparently, that's George's favorite," Harry said, pointing to the twin, who was chasing after a Hufflepuff seventh-year, yelling the pick-up line Ron had just read. The two chuckled and sat down at the Gryffindor table, where Mary Sue and Hermione were waiting for them. As everyone filed into the Great Hall, Dumbledore crossed the room to the stage.
"Students...Students...Please take your seats. I have an important announcement...Because of the widespread appeal of last year's Yule Ball, we're going to have another dance."
Parvati and Lavender let out squeals.
"Please control yourselves. Two weeks from now, we will have the Fall Ball. We will also be crowning a Fall Ball King and Queen. Those wishing to nominate themselves must submit their names to the Goblet of Popularity. Now, just as last year, only those in their fourth-year and up may attend.. That is all."
"Gee golly Harry, are you going to submit your name to the Goblet of Popularity?" said Colin Creevy, approaching Harry.
"I dunno," Harry shrugged, focusing on his eggs. Ron leaned over to Hermione and whispered something in her ear that sounded a great deal like, "If I was in charge of the alphabet, I'd put U and I together."
Harry noticed that their feet were touching more often than what could just be accidental.
Fred and George approached the table. They were the new Quidditch co-captains.
"Oi Harry! Quidditch practice in 15 minutes!" they chimed.
"Is it too late for me to try out for the team?" asked Mary Sue. George and Fred grinned with a glazed-over "anything for the hottie" look.
"Sure," said Fred, "What position do you play?"
"Beater."
Fred and George laughed, "You?...Sorry, toots, but we're the beaters."
"Oh, so you're going to discriminate against her just because she's a girl? She can sue your cute butts all the way to Translyvania!" said Hermione, starting to stand up. Fred and George looked as if they were expecting to participate in a massive, animalistic mud-wrestling match with the two hotties.
"Look," said Mary Sue, "I played beater for the Dallas Cowboys. We won the Super Quidditch Bowl. And, as I recall, the U.S. team kicked the England's butt in the Quidditch Cup Playoffs...Just stop being chauvinist pigs and give me a chance!"
The twins gave Harry a "she's YOUR girlfriend" look. Harry put his arm around Mary Sue and nodded, and Ron nodded as well.
"Fine," said the twins in unison, "Got a broomstick?"
"Yeah," she said smugly, "A firebolt."
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"Okay Harry," said Fred, "You practice with the tennis ball, and I'll send a bludger out. We'll see how your girlfriend does."
Ron and Hermione, who had followed the group out to the Quidditch pitch, not wishing to miss the action, gazed in awe at the speed and grace with which Mary Sue flew. Smack! The bludger went soaring! It was more than just Quidditch; it was art.
"So who is she going to out-seat?" said Hermione, grinning at the "chauvinist pigs."
"She'll-be-an-alternate," they stammered.
"Hope you like warming the bench, Malfoy. You've just made the team," George said as Mary Sue landed. Their eyes turned to a figure coming down the stairs of the stands to greet Mary Sue.
"Miss Malfoy," he said, "Can I speak with you?"
Snape.
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At Lunch, Harry was quite disgusted by Ron and Hermione's display of affection for each other. He probably wouldn't have noticed that if Mary Sue had been there, but she wasn't, so his eyes kept roaming back and forth from his beef stew to Hermione, beef stew to Hermione until Hermione's face was pretty well blended with the beef stew. This was quite amusing, as Hermione had recently become a vegetarian. Beef stew! Oh no! Harry suddenly realized he had put himself at risk for mad cow disease! But could wizards get mad cow disease? Hmmm...He suddenly had a craving for slim jims. At least he wasn't thinking about Hermione. His stomach started to feel funny. A symptom of mad cow disease!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!" Harry yelled as he jumped on top of the table. He ripped off his robes and yelled, "I'm turning into a mad cow!!!!!!!"
"Tighty Whities?" said Parvati looking up at the skinny almost-naked wizard above her. Harry came to his senses and sat back down. He looked over at Hermione again. She was still giggling like a giddy school-girl. But she was a giddy school-girl, so Harry supposed this was all right...All he knew was that he had to find Mary Sue. Fast.
Wondering what happened to Pacey and Dawson? You'll find out next. You'll also find out why Snape wanted to talk to Mary Sue. But that's not nearly as important as Pacey and Dawson. Nothing is as important as Pacey and Dawson.
Chapter 3 (I'm so proud for making it this far!)
Harry and Ron, who were now "mates" again, happily walking down the hallway on a lovely Saturday morning. Harry pulled a book out of his pocket.
"So...you like Hermione?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Here. You can have this. Your brothers gave it to me for my birthday."
Ron took the book from Harry Potter, looked over it, and smiled.
"Gilderoy Lockhart's Guaranteed Pick-up Lines?" he scanned the first page, "You must be tired, 'cause you've been running around my mind all day?"
"Apparently, that's George's favorite," Harry said, pointing to the twin, who was chasing after a Hufflepuff seventh-year, yelling the pick-up line Ron had just read. The two chuckled and sat down at the Gryffindor table, where Mary Sue and Hermione were waiting for them. As everyone filed into the Great Hall, Dumbledore crossed the room to the stage.
"Students...Students...Please take your seats. I have an important announcement...Because of the widespread appeal of last year's Yule Ball, we're going to have another dance."
Parvati and Lavender let out squeals.
"Please control yourselves. Two weeks from now, we will have the Fall Ball. We will also be crowning a Fall Ball King and Queen. Those wishing to nominate themselves must submit their names to the Goblet of Popularity. Now, just as last year, only those in their fourth-year and up may attend.. That is all."
"Gee golly Harry, are you going to submit your name to the Goblet of Popularity?" said Colin Creevy, approaching Harry.
"I dunno," Harry shrugged, focusing on his eggs. Ron leaned over to Hermione and whispered something in her ear that sounded a great deal like, "If I was in charge of the alphabet, I'd put U and I together."
Harry noticed that their feet were touching more often than what could just be accidental.
Fred and George approached the table. They were the new Quidditch co-captains.
"Oi Harry! Quidditch practice in 15 minutes!" they chimed.
"Is it too late for me to try out for the team?" asked Mary Sue. George and Fred grinned with a glazed-over "anything for the hottie" look.
"Sure," said Fred, "What position do you play?"
"Beater."
Fred and George laughed, "You?...Sorry, toots, but we're the beaters."
"Oh, so you're going to discriminate against her just because she's a girl? She can sue your cute butts all the way to Translyvania!" said Hermione, starting to stand up. Fred and George looked as if they were expecting to participate in a massive, animalistic mud-wrestling match with the two hotties.
"Look," said Mary Sue, "I played beater for the Dallas Cowboys. We won the Super Quidditch Bowl. And, as I recall, the U.S. team kicked the England's butt in the Quidditch Cup Playoffs...Just stop being chauvinist pigs and give me a chance!"
The twins gave Harry a "she's YOUR girlfriend" look. Harry put his arm around Mary Sue and nodded, and Ron nodded as well.
"Fine," said the twins in unison, "Got a broomstick?"
"Yeah," she said smugly, "A firebolt."
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"Okay Harry," said Fred, "You practice with the tennis ball, and I'll send a bludger out. We'll see how your girlfriend does."
Ron and Hermione, who had followed the group out to the Quidditch pitch, not wishing to miss the action, gazed in awe at the speed and grace with which Mary Sue flew. Smack! The bludger went soaring! It was more than just Quidditch; it was art.
"So who is she going to out-seat?" said Hermione, grinning at the "chauvinist pigs."
"She'll-be-an-alternate," they stammered.
"Hope you like warming the bench, Malfoy. You've just made the team," George said as Mary Sue landed. Their eyes turned to a figure coming down the stairs of the stands to greet Mary Sue.
"Miss Malfoy," he said, "Can I speak with you?"
Snape.
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At Lunch, Harry was quite disgusted by Ron and Hermione's display of affection for each other. He probably wouldn't have noticed that if Mary Sue had been there, but she wasn't, so his eyes kept roaming back and forth from his beef stew to Hermione, beef stew to Hermione until Hermione's face was pretty well blended with the beef stew. This was quite amusing, as Hermione had recently become a vegetarian. Beef stew! Oh no! Harry suddenly realized he had put himself at risk for mad cow disease! But could wizards get mad cow disease? Hmmm...He suddenly had a craving for slim jims. At least he wasn't thinking about Hermione. His stomach started to feel funny. A symptom of mad cow disease!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!" Harry yelled as he jumped on top of the table. He ripped off his robes and yelled, "I'm turning into a mad cow!!!!!!!"
"Tighty Whities?" said Parvati looking up at the skinny almost-naked wizard above her. Harry came to his senses and sat back down. He looked over at Hermione again. She was still giggling like a giddy school-girl. But she was a giddy school-girl, so Harry supposed this was all right...All he knew was that he had to find Mary Sue. Fast.
Wondering what happened to Pacey and Dawson? You'll find out next. You'll also find out why Snape wanted to talk to Mary Sue. But that's not nearly as important as Pacey and Dawson. Nothing is as important as Pacey and Dawson.