It was a nice sunny day outside. "It is a nice sunny day outside!"
said Snape. He was staring out the window from the dungeons. "Too bad you
stupid children wont be able to enjoy it because you have DOUBLE POTIONS!"
*Big groan from class. "I hate Snape. I wish that he would put himself throught
a depression or something like that." Ron scowled. "Oh Ron, dont be such a baby!
Just think, in 2 hours, it will the end of classes and the weekend is here!"
said Hermione chopping up her chicken liver. "Miss Granger, will you please stop
being such a social butterfly and FINISH YOUR POTION! 10 points from Gryffindor."
Snape said staring down at her. "Stupid no good, git, if I had half a mind i'd probably
go and ........" Hermione muttered to herself as Snape turned his back on her to go
and award Slytherin 10 points for Goyle's potion looking greener then Nevilles.
When the bell fianlly wrang, Harry, Hermione, and Ron went to the Gryffindor
common roon as usual. "I cant believe that Snape gave me only 95 points out of 100. What
was his excuse again? There was a stain on my left sleeve so my potion cant be perfect!
That is the most..... the most......AH!" She just finally screamed after thinking really
hard about something really mean to call Snape. At that moment, who would arrive at this
moment, but Pig. "Hey Pig. Have you got something for me?" Ron took a little envelope from
Pig's foot. "Who is it from Ron?" Harry asked looking over his shoulder.
Dear Ron,
I know that we have not been the best of brothers. But let me remind you dear brother, that
I am infact, well, your brother. Now that may come as a shock to you, but it is true.
I will be in town for a little bit, so I thought that I would stop by and visit. You know,
brother to brother time. See you in two weeks.
Your loving caring, kindly, older brother,
Percy
Harry looked up at Ron. There was an expression of horror on his face. "Who sent me
this?" Ron asked, with a hint of fear in his voice. "I'm not sure, but I think it was Percy."
Hermione said pointing at the signature at the bottom that distinctly said 'Percy'. Ron held
the paper closer to his eyes, further away, turned it around in a 360, looked at the back,
poked at the signature. "What? are looking for bombs in there?" Harry asked puzzled as Ron
continued to examine the signature. "Oh my God. It really IS from Percy! Harry! What does he
want with me!? This is really strange!" Ron said, still looking horrified. "What is so strange?
It is just Percy wanting to be a good brother. It is kinda cute if you ask me." Hermione said
taking the parchment and reading it. "You dont understand! The last time Percy tried to be
a brother, he almost killed me!" Ron said. "How!" Hermione asked, even though she really didn't
care.
"He kept talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking,"
"ok! I get it!"
"And talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking,"
"Ron! Will you SHUT UP!"
"And talking, and talking, and talking, and talking..." Hermione decided to ignore him. "So,
Harry, why do you think that he is so afraid of Percy?" Hermione asked in a hello-I-am-a-smart ass kind of way.
Harry looked over Hermione's shoulder. Ron was staring at the was continuing,'and talking and talking,
and talking....'
Harry and Hermione decided that they were going to do homework.
'Divination, great. ok, lets see. I have to look at the lines in a piece of wood, and tell
what the lines in the wood are telling me. Well if this isn't the biggest load of crap!' he thought
to himself picking up his block of wood. 'Ok, this line means that I will have a good long life.... I think I
must have picked up the wrong block.... ok, in that case, I have a short life. I die at age 102! No, she will
never believe that the wood told me this, ummmm.... I'll die at age 20. I will have 3 children. Not any more! I
will have no children because I am dead. I will marry, the..... the....."Hey Hermione, can you help me with this
line?" Harry asked Hermione, pointing to the dark line in the bock of wood. "umm... That line turns left, up, and
gets bigger, so that line means 'pretty'" Hermione said triumphantly. "Thanks" Harry said, taking his block of
wood back. 'I will marry the pretty girl named,...... Damn! A name! I hate names! They take forever to translate.'
An hour later.............
'last letter is 'M' ok! Finally! I am done! here is the final translation. You will have a short life, die at the age
of 20, have no kids, and you will marry a pretty girl named NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM!!! YOU PIECE OF CRAP!' Harry chucked his
block at the wall which accidentally hit Ron in the back of the head while he was saying "tnd aalking, aad tnlking, anl
tadking... OUCH! What the talking, I mean hell!??" Ron yelled.
said Snape. He was staring out the window from the dungeons. "Too bad you
stupid children wont be able to enjoy it because you have DOUBLE POTIONS!"
*Big groan from class. "I hate Snape. I wish that he would put himself throught
a depression or something like that." Ron scowled. "Oh Ron, dont be such a baby!
Just think, in 2 hours, it will the end of classes and the weekend is here!"
said Hermione chopping up her chicken liver. "Miss Granger, will you please stop
being such a social butterfly and FINISH YOUR POTION! 10 points from Gryffindor."
Snape said staring down at her. "Stupid no good, git, if I had half a mind i'd probably
go and ........" Hermione muttered to herself as Snape turned his back on her to go
and award Slytherin 10 points for Goyle's potion looking greener then Nevilles.
When the bell fianlly wrang, Harry, Hermione, and Ron went to the Gryffindor
common roon as usual. "I cant believe that Snape gave me only 95 points out of 100. What
was his excuse again? There was a stain on my left sleeve so my potion cant be perfect!
That is the most..... the most......AH!" She just finally screamed after thinking really
hard about something really mean to call Snape. At that moment, who would arrive at this
moment, but Pig. "Hey Pig. Have you got something for me?" Ron took a little envelope from
Pig's foot. "Who is it from Ron?" Harry asked looking over his shoulder.
Dear Ron,
I know that we have not been the best of brothers. But let me remind you dear brother, that
I am infact, well, your brother. Now that may come as a shock to you, but it is true.
I will be in town for a little bit, so I thought that I would stop by and visit. You know,
brother to brother time. See you in two weeks.
Your loving caring, kindly, older brother,
Percy
Harry looked up at Ron. There was an expression of horror on his face. "Who sent me
this?" Ron asked, with a hint of fear in his voice. "I'm not sure, but I think it was Percy."
Hermione said pointing at the signature at the bottom that distinctly said 'Percy'. Ron held
the paper closer to his eyes, further away, turned it around in a 360, looked at the back,
poked at the signature. "What? are looking for bombs in there?" Harry asked puzzled as Ron
continued to examine the signature. "Oh my God. It really IS from Percy! Harry! What does he
want with me!? This is really strange!" Ron said, still looking horrified. "What is so strange?
It is just Percy wanting to be a good brother. It is kinda cute if you ask me." Hermione said
taking the parchment and reading it. "You dont understand! The last time Percy tried to be
a brother, he almost killed me!" Ron said. "How!" Hermione asked, even though she really didn't
care.
"He kept talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking,"
"ok! I get it!"
"And talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking,"
"Ron! Will you SHUT UP!"
"And talking, and talking, and talking, and talking..." Hermione decided to ignore him. "So,
Harry, why do you think that he is so afraid of Percy?" Hermione asked in a hello-I-am-a-smart ass kind of way.
Harry looked over Hermione's shoulder. Ron was staring at the was continuing,'and talking and talking,
and talking....'
Harry and Hermione decided that they were going to do homework.
'Divination, great. ok, lets see. I have to look at the lines in a piece of wood, and tell
what the lines in the wood are telling me. Well if this isn't the biggest load of crap!' he thought
to himself picking up his block of wood. 'Ok, this line means that I will have a good long life.... I think I
must have picked up the wrong block.... ok, in that case, I have a short life. I die at age 102! No, she will
never believe that the wood told me this, ummmm.... I'll die at age 20. I will have 3 children. Not any more! I
will have no children because I am dead. I will marry, the..... the....."Hey Hermione, can you help me with this
line?" Harry asked Hermione, pointing to the dark line in the bock of wood. "umm... That line turns left, up, and
gets bigger, so that line means 'pretty'" Hermione said triumphantly. "Thanks" Harry said, taking his block of
wood back. 'I will marry the pretty girl named,...... Damn! A name! I hate names! They take forever to translate.'
An hour later.............
'last letter is 'M' ok! Finally! I am done! here is the final translation. You will have a short life, die at the age
of 20, have no kids, and you will marry a pretty girl named NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM!!! YOU PIECE OF CRAP!' Harry chucked his
block at the wall which accidentally hit Ron in the back of the head while he was saying "tnd aalking, aad tnlking, anl
tadking... OUCH! What the talking, I mean hell!??" Ron yelled.