A/N: There are some of you who are asking about a plot. I'm in the exposition. Before things start happening, I have to give you some background information
OR
before stuff starts hitting the fan, I have to let you know what that stuff is. Maybe there won't even be a real plot. There is no mystery to solve and no evil villains to fight. Think of it as the Matrix. It has some quotable lines, memorable characters, and a cute actor, but notice it didn't win any awards for a story line. Did that stop millions of people from watching it over and over? No.
I'm working on style, then plot. Who cares if you have the best plot in the world if it's horribly written?
PS That's me trying to defend my own inadequacy. Pathetic, isn't it?
Thanks to: Aaron, Kara Star, Krissy, Raggona, and CrystalStarGuardian
WARNING: Random silliness/insanity ahead.
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Part Eleven
Harry walked or rather floated halfway across the common room unmolested. Then Hermione and Ron spotted him. "Harry!" Hermione called. Harry looked up, surprised to see Hermione so eager to see him.
"What did he say?" Ron asked.
"What did who say?" Harry asked bewildered.
"Snuffles," said Ron. Harry's glance fell on Neville. Neville nodded and made a gesture that he should follow along. *Wow! Neville doesn't miss a beat,* Harry thought appreciatively.
"Oh right. He's fine. Needed some food and wanted to see how I was doing. He's on a mission from Dumbledore. Highly secretive. Didn't talk about it much," Harry replied.
"So he's all right?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, he's fine. Never seen him so happy," Harry mumbled.
"Did he say when he'll be back?" inquired Ron.
"No. He said he'd be in touch," Harry replied. This answer seemed to satisfy Ron and Hermione, who went back to their homework. *Oh, right,* Harry thought. *I should start that. Tomorrow*
He stumbled up to bed. Neville followed soon after. "Thanks again, Neville. I owe you a lot."
"Don't mention it. I could tell by your face when you walked in that your night with Draco went well."
"Extremely."
"Good. That's all I need to hear."
"How'd you know about Snuffles?"
"You people think I'm such and idiot, you barely bother to whisper around me. You might want to be more careful about that."
"Is there anything about us you don't know?"
"Probably not."
"I thought as much. Good night, Neville."
"'Night, Harry."
Harry had the weirdest dream that night. He was in the cottage with Draco asleep in his arms, when out of nowhere appeared two tiny wizards. One was dressed in bright fuchsia robes and had very tidy hair that looked plastic. The other wore robes of the most horrible shade of beige imaginable and probably didn't have the word "comb" in his vocabulary.
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"I'm Plot," the wizard in fuchsia said brightly. "Oh and he-" Plot pointed to the other wizard. "He's Complication," Plot sighed. Complication murmured something and gave an insane laugh. Plot sighed again. "He's terrible, I know, but you can't have a plot without complication, so we're stuck together."
"How awful!" Harry remarked, inching away from Complication, who had now begun to drool profusely.
"You have no idea," moaned Plot. "Get off me! How many times have I told you! Boots are for walking, not for eating! Get off!" Complication whimpered and scurried off into a corner.
"Now then," Plot said, straightening his robes. "I'm here because up until now, your story has been meandering along rather pointlessly."
"So?"
"So? My dear boy, you can't have a story without a plot! It's just not done, you see!"
"And you can't have a plot without complication," Harry mumbled.
"Right-o! You're beginning to catch on!"
"What's the plot?"
"I just told you there isn't one."
"Well, what's this story about?"
"Let's see. The author put it this way: "Harry's desperate act leads to something sweet, but will it last?"
"I don't like the sound of that," Harry said.
"Well, you don't really get a choice, you know."
"Are you saying that this won't last?" Harry asked, gesturing to himself and the sleeping boy beside him.
"I don't know. That topic's up for debate."
"But I love him!"
"Right!"
"And he loves me!"
"Right again!"
"So what could possibly go wrong?"
"Plenty, my boy, plenty. Why don't you ask Captain Drool Bucket over there? This is his department." Harry glanced over at Complication who was now drooling over the dragon hide table.
"Hey! I like that table!" Harry called. Complication backed away. "What are you going to throw at me?" Complication babbled something. "What did he say?" Harry asked Plot.
"He said he's working on it, and it's going to be tough."
"But, but-"
"Cheer up! You're the good guy, right? Things always work out for you, unless-"
"Unless what?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. We'll be seeing you. Come on, you!" Plot said, dragging along Complication by the sleeve. Complication waved and babbled something Harry assumed was a good-bye.
Harry woke up drenched in a cold sweat. "Oh,God," he moaned. "That's it. I'm never drinking another butterbeer as long as I live," he swore. He lay back against the pillows and waited for morning to come.
***
^_^There you have it M'dears. A whole bunch of random stuff. What did you think?
OR
before stuff starts hitting the fan, I have to let you know what that stuff is. Maybe there won't even be a real plot. There is no mystery to solve and no evil villains to fight. Think of it as the Matrix. It has some quotable lines, memorable characters, and a cute actor, but notice it didn't win any awards for a story line. Did that stop millions of people from watching it over and over? No.
I'm working on style, then plot. Who cares if you have the best plot in the world if it's horribly written?
PS That's me trying to defend my own inadequacy. Pathetic, isn't it?
Thanks to: Aaron, Kara Star, Krissy, Raggona, and CrystalStarGuardian
WARNING: Random silliness/insanity ahead.
***
Part Eleven
Harry walked or rather floated halfway across the common room unmolested. Then Hermione and Ron spotted him. "Harry!" Hermione called. Harry looked up, surprised to see Hermione so eager to see him.
"What did he say?" Ron asked.
"What did who say?" Harry asked bewildered.
"Snuffles," said Ron. Harry's glance fell on Neville. Neville nodded and made a gesture that he should follow along. *Wow! Neville doesn't miss a beat,* Harry thought appreciatively.
"Oh right. He's fine. Needed some food and wanted to see how I was doing. He's on a mission from Dumbledore. Highly secretive. Didn't talk about it much," Harry replied.
"So he's all right?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, he's fine. Never seen him so happy," Harry mumbled.
"Did he say when he'll be back?" inquired Ron.
"No. He said he'd be in touch," Harry replied. This answer seemed to satisfy Ron and Hermione, who went back to their homework. *Oh, right,* Harry thought. *I should start that. Tomorrow*
He stumbled up to bed. Neville followed soon after. "Thanks again, Neville. I owe you a lot."
"Don't mention it. I could tell by your face when you walked in that your night with Draco went well."
"Extremely."
"Good. That's all I need to hear."
"How'd you know about Snuffles?"
"You people think I'm such and idiot, you barely bother to whisper around me. You might want to be more careful about that."
"Is there anything about us you don't know?"
"Probably not."
"I thought as much. Good night, Neville."
"'Night, Harry."
Harry had the weirdest dream that night. He was in the cottage with Draco asleep in his arms, when out of nowhere appeared two tiny wizards. One was dressed in bright fuchsia robes and had very tidy hair that looked plastic. The other wore robes of the most horrible shade of beige imaginable and probably didn't have the word "comb" in his vocabulary.
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"I'm Plot," the wizard in fuchsia said brightly. "Oh and he-" Plot pointed to the other wizard. "He's Complication," Plot sighed. Complication murmured something and gave an insane laugh. Plot sighed again. "He's terrible, I know, but you can't have a plot without complication, so we're stuck together."
"How awful!" Harry remarked, inching away from Complication, who had now begun to drool profusely.
"You have no idea," moaned Plot. "Get off me! How many times have I told you! Boots are for walking, not for eating! Get off!" Complication whimpered and scurried off into a corner.
"Now then," Plot said, straightening his robes. "I'm here because up until now, your story has been meandering along rather pointlessly."
"So?"
"So? My dear boy, you can't have a story without a plot! It's just not done, you see!"
"And you can't have a plot without complication," Harry mumbled.
"Right-o! You're beginning to catch on!"
"What's the plot?"
"I just told you there isn't one."
"Well, what's this story about?"
"Let's see. The author put it this way: "Harry's desperate act leads to something sweet, but will it last?"
"I don't like the sound of that," Harry said.
"Well, you don't really get a choice, you know."
"Are you saying that this won't last?" Harry asked, gesturing to himself and the sleeping boy beside him.
"I don't know. That topic's up for debate."
"But I love him!"
"Right!"
"And he loves me!"
"Right again!"
"So what could possibly go wrong?"
"Plenty, my boy, plenty. Why don't you ask Captain Drool Bucket over there? This is his department." Harry glanced over at Complication who was now drooling over the dragon hide table.
"Hey! I like that table!" Harry called. Complication backed away. "What are you going to throw at me?" Complication babbled something. "What did he say?" Harry asked Plot.
"He said he's working on it, and it's going to be tough."
"But, but-"
"Cheer up! You're the good guy, right? Things always work out for you, unless-"
"Unless what?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. We'll be seeing you. Come on, you!" Plot said, dragging along Complication by the sleeve. Complication waved and babbled something Harry assumed was a good-bye.
Harry woke up drenched in a cold sweat. "Oh,God," he moaned. "That's it. I'm never drinking another butterbeer as long as I live," he swore. He lay back against the pillows and waited for morning to come.
***
^_^There you have it M'dears. A whole bunch of random stuff. What did you think?