The Trash Can
By FANtumLuck
A/N: This story is based on a Twilight Zone episode. I don't own Twilight Zone or know who does. I also don't own the Harry Potter characters (although I do have one of those Harry Potter Christmas ornaments) because J.K. Rowling does. I'm not sure who owns the song, Silent Night.
Harry Potter woke up with his head spinning. He was in a small, circular room filled with shadows. He couldn't remember anything that had ever happened in his life. All he knew was that he was a wizard and he had certain magical powers.
(Katie Collins) Harry Potter, no ordinary boy, fourteen years old with magical powers. He woke up this morning not knowing where he was or where he had been before. You see, Harry Potter is now is the Twilight Zone...
Harry pulled out his wand, "Lumos." A small light lit up at the tip of his wand. In the small light he could see other people. Other wizards and witches were sitting in the darkness. A young red-haired girl was crying next to what looked to be her brother, a brunette was reading a book by wand light. A giant man was petting a huge, dark dog.
"Where am I?" Harry asked them. This made the young girl sob again.
"How should we know, Harry?" the redheaded boy asked. Harry was startled: Did he know this person? Questions raced through his mind. Memories he had forgotten to remember pushed to get his attention.
Music came from outside the room from above the people. It was a Christmas carol, Silent Night. Sleigh bells jingled in with the falling snow.
"How do we get out?" Harry continued.
"Do you think we would still be here if we knew?" the boy again answered his question with another question. "We're going to die here. This is our burial tomb." His young sister sobbed again and he went to comfort her.
Harry looked up thinking to himself. To his amazement there was no ceiling. He jumped to his feet again.
"I've got it!" He yelled to the others. He discussed his plan with them in whispers, carefully explaining every little detail of their mission to free themselves from the cold room. They followed out the instructions Harry gave them discreetly and successfully. With their own bodies they formed a tower with Harry on top. He grabbed the top of the wall and hoisted himself to the top. There was nowhere to stand so he let himself fall to the ground. He had done this before, the hazy mist clouding his brain and the voice that came to him. It was different this time; it wasn't his mother's voice that he heard.
"Mrs. Crabtree, one of the dolls fell out," The girl picked up the ornament gingerly and showed her teacher.
"It doesn't look hurt," Mrs. Crabtree said, "See? It landed in that patch of snow." The girl set the figurine back in the trash can, gently placing it at the bottom.
"Are you alright, Harry?" one of the girls asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Hermione."
(Katie) The simple irony of the situation. Harry Potter is trapped in the trashcan until someone takes him home with them. Maybe one day Harry will find himself out side of...
The Twilight Zone.
A/N: Well? Did you like it? I thought it had some nice imagery. My sister (Carmen Black) gave me the idea... she probably should have kept it to her self. Why don't you right me a review? I promise that it's painless.
By FANtumLuck
A/N: This story is based on a Twilight Zone episode. I don't own Twilight Zone or know who does. I also don't own the Harry Potter characters (although I do have one of those Harry Potter Christmas ornaments) because J.K. Rowling does. I'm not sure who owns the song, Silent Night.
Harry Potter woke up with his head spinning. He was in a small, circular room filled with shadows. He couldn't remember anything that had ever happened in his life. All he knew was that he was a wizard and he had certain magical powers.
(Katie Collins) Harry Potter, no ordinary boy, fourteen years old with magical powers. He woke up this morning not knowing where he was or where he had been before. You see, Harry Potter is now is the Twilight Zone...
Harry pulled out his wand, "Lumos." A small light lit up at the tip of his wand. In the small light he could see other people. Other wizards and witches were sitting in the darkness. A young red-haired girl was crying next to what looked to be her brother, a brunette was reading a book by wand light. A giant man was petting a huge, dark dog.
"Where am I?" Harry asked them. This made the young girl sob again.
"How should we know, Harry?" the redheaded boy asked. Harry was startled: Did he know this person? Questions raced through his mind. Memories he had forgotten to remember pushed to get his attention.
Music came from outside the room from above the people. It was a Christmas carol, Silent Night. Sleigh bells jingled in with the falling snow.
"How do we get out?" Harry continued.
"Do you think we would still be here if we knew?" the boy again answered his question with another question. "We're going to die here. This is our burial tomb." His young sister sobbed again and he went to comfort her.
Harry looked up thinking to himself. To his amazement there was no ceiling. He jumped to his feet again.
"I've got it!" He yelled to the others. He discussed his plan with them in whispers, carefully explaining every little detail of their mission to free themselves from the cold room. They followed out the instructions Harry gave them discreetly and successfully. With their own bodies they formed a tower with Harry on top. He grabbed the top of the wall and hoisted himself to the top. There was nowhere to stand so he let himself fall to the ground. He had done this before, the hazy mist clouding his brain and the voice that came to him. It was different this time; it wasn't his mother's voice that he heard.
"Mrs. Crabtree, one of the dolls fell out," The girl picked up the ornament gingerly and showed her teacher.
"It doesn't look hurt," Mrs. Crabtree said, "See? It landed in that patch of snow." The girl set the figurine back in the trash can, gently placing it at the bottom.
"Are you alright, Harry?" one of the girls asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Hermione."
(Katie) The simple irony of the situation. Harry Potter is trapped in the trashcan until someone takes him home with them. Maybe one day Harry will find himself out side of...
The Twilight Zone.
A/N: Well? Did you like it? I thought it had some nice imagery. My sister (Carmen Black) gave me the idea... she probably should have kept it to her self. Why don't you right me a review? I promise that it's painless.