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A/N: Hello everyone! Here's another madlib for you people.

One day in potions...

Harry: Ron, would you come over here and help me with ?

Ron: Sure thing, Harry. What's the problem?

Harry: Oh, nothing big. It's just that it keeps on .

Ron: Don't worry 'bout it, Harry. That's nothing compared to the time when had to the thing that was .

Harry: Right...I'm sure that was tough. Are you going to help me or not?

Ron: All right, then. (stops whatever it was from doing whatever it was doing to Harry). Now, shall we get on with ?

Harry: What? Oh yes. Spiffing idea. (They do whatever Ron suggested they do)

fifteen minutes later...
somewhere on the Hogwarts grounds, testing out their potions on unsuspecting plants

Ron: Harry! Harry! Help me! A man dressed in black robes is attacking me!

Harry: Oh no! It's the return of Voldemort! Aahhhh! My scar hurts...hurts...too...much...(faints)

Ron: Why does that stupid scar always do that just when we're in mortal peril?

Hermione: (galloping up in shining armour on a white horse) Don't worry, Ron and Harry! I'll save you!

Ron: I don't believe it.

Hermione: You'd better, otherwise you'll be getting my !

Ron: Great. Now can we get outta here?

Hermione: Wait a minute. I just have to .

Harry: Urrgh. Help...dark...side...can...not...resist.....

Hermione: Oh, Harry! Don't go over to the Dark Side! I'll miss you heaps, and so will Ron!

Harry: Well, in that case...what the heck, let's get back to potions! Life is too short to go to the Dark Side!

Ron: That's the spirit. (They all get on Hermione's white horse and gallop off into the sunset-no, back towards Hogwarts)

Hermione: Ooh, look! It's a ! I must go and look at it!

Ron: Hermione, we don't have time to go after s. We have to get back to potions-Snape'll if we miss any more.

Hermione: Oh my gosh! You're right! I can't get less than 176% this year! (taps horse with her wand and the horse goes really fast-and they're back in the potions dungeon)

Snape: So, Miss Granger. Have we been on any daring escapades lately?

Hermione: No sir, I mean, yes sir, I mean sir.

(Startled gasps from all the students in potions)

Ron: Hermione! You didn't just say that, did you?

Hermione: Of course I did, you ! Now let me get on with this assignment before we're both beheaded!

A/N: Hmmm...Yes. Not very funny, huh? Plot nonexistent and inconsistent, huh? Yoda. I seek Yoda. Maybe he will guide me in the ways of madlib writing...then again, maybe not. Okay. So if any of you have words of wisdom to impart on me, please do so. If your words don't hold all that much wisdom or none at all, still impart them on me, with the help of the little box down below...