AN: It is sad day indeed

AN: It is sad day indeed. This will be the last chapter! Woe is me, but there are only eighteen stanzas in this wondrous poem, so I fear I cannot go on past these next three. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, it made me feel very special and I had a lot of fun writing this.

The Raven---Harry Potter Style

The last three stanzas

Harry stopped laughing, but no one else did.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, trying to get their attention, but no one seemed to notice.

"AHEM!"

Everyone was quiet.

"'Prophet!' said I, 'Thing of evil! —Prophet still, if bird or devil!"

"HARRY HE'S A CHICKEN! HOW EVIL CAN HE BE?" George shouted from his place on the stairs. He looked as though he hadn't meant to say anything—it just sort of came out.

Fred tried to cover for him by saying, "Come on, George, it may only be a chicken, but its Malfoy."

A chuckle rang through the GOS. Harry seemed to agree with Fred, so he went on with is story,

"By the Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—"

"If zit is a devil, why vould it adore ze same god as you, 'Arry?" Madame M. reasoned.

Harry looked livid. "Why, oh why, did you say that? You know what happens when he gets interrupted," Ginny asked.

"GINNY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY RAVEN?" Harry's anger seemed to have moved from Madame M. to Ginny.

Ginny giggled, and then said, "I didn't touch your raven. That's a lovely chicken, Harry, where did you get it?"

Harry blinked stupidly at Ginny. "If you didn't touch it, who did?"

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, HERRY, SHE'S A WHICH! SHE DOESN'T NEED TO TOUCH YOUR RAVEN TO MAKE IT A CHICKEN!" Hermione yelled.

"Oh yah. What did you do with my raven, Ginny?"

"I turned him into a chicken," she said calmly.

"Well I can see that! Turn him back!" Harry cried.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

Harry suddenly sprang forward and lunged at Ginny, yelling, "GIVE ME BACK MY RAVEN!" Ginny jumped out of the way and ran around the room, with Harry not far behind. Moments later the GOS were knee deep in ribbons in and feathers and all kinds of things which had sprouted from Ginny and Harry's wands. Ginny stopped and stuck her tongue out at Harry right in front of the fire, causing Harry to charge at her. She jumped out of the way at the last moment, and he landed in the flames. Giggling evilly, she bounded back up the stairs. Before she could hop down again, however, Percy grabbed her hair.

Ginny yelped as her brother yanked hard on the handful of hair he had clenched in his fist. "Ginny! Stop being a brat and change Chicken/Malfoy back to Raven/Malfoy and let Harry finish his poem."

"YOU HAD BETTER LET HIM FINISH HIS POEM OR WE ALL WILL BE SITTING IN A PUDDLE OF PEE!"

Everyone on the stair simultaneously moved a foot away from Ron, who was blushing.

"Are you all ready to shut up now?" Harry asked, while rubbing his poor, burnt, behind.

The GOS nodded.

"Good.

 Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn—"

"I still don't know zow it can be a devil and adore ze same God." Madame M. muttered. Harry pretended not to notice.

 "It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
 Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
 
 "Oh my God, he got it right," commented a disbelieving, wide-eyed Hermione.
 "I AM CAPABLE OF GETTING THINGS RIGHT ONCE IN A WHILE, YOU KNOW!" Harry shrieked. 
 "Yes, Harry, of course, Harry, we know you are, Harry, but do you think you could speed it up a little," Ron asked, with a desperate smile on his face.
 
 "Quoth the Raven—er…chicken—"
 
 Harry looked over and noticed Chicken/Malfoy had not yet been turned back to Raven/Malfoy, but Ginny was no longer on the stairs. "How does she keep doing that?" he asked himself. He must have forgotten to threaten Chicken/Malfoy into saying "nevermore," because he began again with his poem. 
 
 'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, up starting--
 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
 Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
 Leave my loneliness unbroken! –quit the bust above my door!
 Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'"
 
 Silence.
 Harry looked up at the GOS. Tears streamed from their eyes and they were looking at him funny. Even Ron was still. 
 "Oh, Harry. That was wonderful," Hermione whispered. 
 "The best part of the poem," said George, just as quietly.
 Everyone else nodded in agreement.
 Harry swelled with pride. "Really?" he asked, "Well, thanks a lot you guys. I guess you can go now. I'm done."
 They FGOS (former group on stairs) stampeded out of the room; Hermione going to the girls' dormitory, Ron racing to the bathroom, Percy and Madame M. disappearing through the portrait whole, and Fred and George staggering off to their own dormitory. When the last do was closed and Harry was alone in the room again, he looked and the fire and said, 
 
 "And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
 On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
 And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
 And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
 And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
 Shall be lifted—nevermore!"
 

"I love that poem, Harry," Harry's eyes darted to the top of the stairs, where Hermione was standing alone.

"Yah," he said, "I do too."

 
 
THE END