In just two weeks time, the school had turned into something it had never seen. Everything was unorganized, nobody had learned anything new in their Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, and if you had a problem, you might as well have kept it to yourself.
"Maybe you should go to Headmaster T," Ron suggested to Harry on day in History of Magic class.
Harry yawned, "You must be kidding, right?"
"Well, unless you want to go to Professor Timberlake."
"All right, all right, I'll go after...." He yawned again, "I'll go right now."
"I was eavesdropping, and I couldn't help to hear you have a problem," Hermione broke into their conversation.
"I need to talk to Headmaster T about the you-know-who in the you-know-where."
Hermione stared at Harry and Ron, "Ohhhhhh. Well...." She cleared her throat, "Good luck."
Harry stood up and walked towards Professor Binns's desk. "Professor Binns, I need to talk to Headmaster T."
Professor Binns yawned, "Good luck."
***
Harry walked up to the statue which held the entrance to Headmaster T's office, he said the password (1-800-COLLECT) and walked the spiral staircase to the office above.
"Hello lil' munchkin, what you be wantin' from Headmaster T?"
Harry sighed, "I need to tell you that Draco Malfoy has been hiding in the Gryffindor fireplace."
"Why he be hidin' in there?"
"He's still depressed after what Professor Timberlake did to him, and he's hiding where no one will suspect him."
"How you be knowin' he be in there?"
"Oh, well, Fred and George Weasley threw some damaged 'materials' into there and Malfoy fell out and started yelling at us all. Then he noticed his mistake."
"I be headin' down there right now!"
***
Headmaster T marched down the spiral staircase and marched all the way to the Gryffindor common room. He started banging on the fireplace. "Get outta there, Drawco Milfloy!"
"NO! I'm not coming out until Professor Timberlake is gone!" Draco yelled in a muffled voice.
"You better be gettin' outta there, or I be gettin' the broom and shakin' you out."
"NO!"
"Fine, I be talkin' to Professor Timberlake. I be askin' him not to be singin' for his classes again."
"Will you ask him to not make me Britney Spears again?"
Headmaster T flinched at the name, "I be tellin' him not to be talkin' about She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named again."
Draco dropped from his hiding place in the fireplace. "Thanks Headmaster T!" And he skipped off to his next class.
***
"Word!" Said Professor Timberlake as the 5th year Gryffindors walked into their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. "We be gettin' started. Old school!"
Everyone sighed. This class would be the same as the past classes. "Today we be learnin' one of my favorite old school songs! Bye, bye, bye!
The entire class groaned.
Ron raised his hand.
"You who looks like he stuck his head under a cherry slushy machine."
Ron rolled his eyes, "Are we ever going to learn about defenses against the dark arts?" As much as Ron disliked to learn, anything would be better than singing "Bye, bye, bye" again.
"What are the dark arts?" He thought for a minute or two. He ran into his office and came out with an easel, paints, and paper. He blew out the candles.
"Okay, what is a defensive strategy to this event?"
Hermione raised her hand rather casually.
"You who looks like an oriental rug."
She rolled her eyes. She pulled out her wand and said, "Incendio"
All the candles had their flames return to their wick. Professor Timberlake clapped, while everyone slept.
After an hour or so of Professor Timberlake doing his choreographed dance, it was finally time for they Gryffindors to go to their next class.
"I CAN'T STAND THIS ANYMORE!" Harry let out when they stepped out of the classroom. It wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact they had 8 more months of school.
They all walked to the Great Hall for lunch. "So," Ron said trying to spark conversation, "Did Headmaster T get Draco out of the fireplace?"
"I hope so," Harry sighed, "I just hope Headmaster T does something about Professor Timberlake. Before you know it, he'll be bringing in back-up singers and...JC, Chris, Joey, and Lance!"
All three gasped.
"I wouldn't know what I would do with myself!" Hermione sobbed.
"Where is some evil force to destroy him when you need it?"
***
A month had passed and there was no hope. Draco had stayed away from the Gryffindor fireplace, but that was the only bright spot. The school was more unorganized than ever. They began having breakfast for lunch, and dinner for a midnight snack. The classes always started late, and Professor Timberlake still sang and danced for them every class.
"It's been a whole month since we have been here, and we have nothing evil to blame Snape on!" Ron said out of the blue.
"Do you think evil is staying away from here because of Professor Timberlake?"
Ron shuddered, "I hope not, because then he'd stay here forever!"
***
A/N: Thank you for all the positive reviews, though I was confused by one which said that I must hate Harry Potter. I will assure you I don't :). Anyway, you know who everyone belongs to and all that good stuff. Please let me know if you think I should go on or not! (I will assure you that 'Professor' Timberlake will disappear when the time comes.
"Maybe you should go to Headmaster T," Ron suggested to Harry on day in History of Magic class.
Harry yawned, "You must be kidding, right?"
"Well, unless you want to go to Professor Timberlake."
"All right, all right, I'll go after...." He yawned again, "I'll go right now."
"I was eavesdropping, and I couldn't help to hear you have a problem," Hermione broke into their conversation.
"I need to talk to Headmaster T about the you-know-who in the you-know-where."
Hermione stared at Harry and Ron, "Ohhhhhh. Well...." She cleared her throat, "Good luck."
Harry stood up and walked towards Professor Binns's desk. "Professor Binns, I need to talk to Headmaster T."
Professor Binns yawned, "Good luck."
***
Harry walked up to the statue which held the entrance to Headmaster T's office, he said the password (1-800-COLLECT) and walked the spiral staircase to the office above.
"Hello lil' munchkin, what you be wantin' from Headmaster T?"
Harry sighed, "I need to tell you that Draco Malfoy has been hiding in the Gryffindor fireplace."
"Why he be hidin' in there?"
"He's still depressed after what Professor Timberlake did to him, and he's hiding where no one will suspect him."
"How you be knowin' he be in there?"
"Oh, well, Fred and George Weasley threw some damaged 'materials' into there and Malfoy fell out and started yelling at us all. Then he noticed his mistake."
"I be headin' down there right now!"
***
Headmaster T marched down the spiral staircase and marched all the way to the Gryffindor common room. He started banging on the fireplace. "Get outta there, Drawco Milfloy!"
"NO! I'm not coming out until Professor Timberlake is gone!" Draco yelled in a muffled voice.
"You better be gettin' outta there, or I be gettin' the broom and shakin' you out."
"NO!"
"Fine, I be talkin' to Professor Timberlake. I be askin' him not to be singin' for his classes again."
"Will you ask him to not make me Britney Spears again?"
Headmaster T flinched at the name, "I be tellin' him not to be talkin' about She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named again."
Draco dropped from his hiding place in the fireplace. "Thanks Headmaster T!" And he skipped off to his next class.
***
"Word!" Said Professor Timberlake as the 5th year Gryffindors walked into their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. "We be gettin' started. Old school!"
Everyone sighed. This class would be the same as the past classes. "Today we be learnin' one of my favorite old school songs! Bye, bye, bye!
The entire class groaned.
Ron raised his hand.
"You who looks like he stuck his head under a cherry slushy machine."
Ron rolled his eyes, "Are we ever going to learn about defenses against the dark arts?" As much as Ron disliked to learn, anything would be better than singing "Bye, bye, bye" again.
"What are the dark arts?" He thought for a minute or two. He ran into his office and came out with an easel, paints, and paper. He blew out the candles.
"Okay, what is a defensive strategy to this event?"
Hermione raised her hand rather casually.
"You who looks like an oriental rug."
She rolled her eyes. She pulled out her wand and said, "Incendio"
All the candles had their flames return to their wick. Professor Timberlake clapped, while everyone slept.
After an hour or so of Professor Timberlake doing his choreographed dance, it was finally time for they Gryffindors to go to their next class.
"I CAN'T STAND THIS ANYMORE!" Harry let out when they stepped out of the classroom. It wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact they had 8 more months of school.
They all walked to the Great Hall for lunch. "So," Ron said trying to spark conversation, "Did Headmaster T get Draco out of the fireplace?"
"I hope so," Harry sighed, "I just hope Headmaster T does something about Professor Timberlake. Before you know it, he'll be bringing in back-up singers and...JC, Chris, Joey, and Lance!"
All three gasped.
"I wouldn't know what I would do with myself!" Hermione sobbed.
"Where is some evil force to destroy him when you need it?"
***
A month had passed and there was no hope. Draco had stayed away from the Gryffindor fireplace, but that was the only bright spot. The school was more unorganized than ever. They began having breakfast for lunch, and dinner for a midnight snack. The classes always started late, and Professor Timberlake still sang and danced for them every class.
"It's been a whole month since we have been here, and we have nothing evil to blame Snape on!" Ron said out of the blue.
"Do you think evil is staying away from here because of Professor Timberlake?"
Ron shuddered, "I hope not, because then he'd stay here forever!"
***
A/N: Thank you for all the positive reviews, though I was confused by one which said that I must hate Harry Potter. I will assure you I don't :). Anyway, you know who everyone belongs to and all that good stuff. Please let me know if you think I should go on or not! (I will assure you that 'Professor' Timberlake will disappear when the time comes.