~*~
Well I'm afraid the same still applies – I don't own Harry Potter but I do own the means to get him i.e. a peashooter and a fine supply of peas! Watch out J.K.!
~*~
It was dark and the wind was howling when the Hogwarts Express finally pulled into the station. The students were hesitant to leave their warm carriages and venture out into the screeching wind, save Harry, who was quite eager to get inside and eat. Now it's not because spending an entire summer with Dudley the super lard boy of doom had finally rubbed off on him and it wasn't even because all of his run ins with one Lord Voldemort had brought up his metabolism a notch... it was because Harry was hungry – devastatingly so. His stomach was rumbling and his brain was saying 'chew, chew, munchy mucnhy moo.' He couldn't ignore it much longer; he clutched his tummy in an effort to shut it up. He was vaguely aware of someone saying something.
"Oi Harry! Come on we got to get into one of the horse drawn carriage thingies – Harry?" Harry looked up into Ron's eyes with all the pleading he could muster.
"Ron do you have any food? Anything? I just don't care as long as it's basically edible!" Harry tugged on Ron's shirt sleave roughly. Ron backed off.
" Harry what's with the rabid look about the eyes and the frothing mouth?" Harry whimpered, Ron sighed heavily, reaching into his robe and bringing out a block of Cadbury's chocolate. Harry dived on it, eating it without further adieu. Ron managed to haul Harry into the cart, slamming the door behind them.
***
By the time Harry and Ron got to the castle Harry had chewed the lining off the carriage, ripped chunks out of the wooden seats and salivated all over the roof. Ron had taken shelter behind a torn away seat cover. Once the doors opened Ron leapt out of them, shouting something about rabies. Ron ran strait into the great hall, searching madly for the great mass of silver hair that was Professor Dumbledore. He spied him at his usual place in the centre of the teacher's table. He pelted up there, worry and fear dancing across his face.
"Sir! Sir something's happened to Harry!" Ron panted, slamming his hands down on the table.
"Harry?" Dumbledore said curiously. "But Harry is sitting just over there – he looks fine to me! What on earth are you talking about Master Weasly?" Ron snapped his head round to see a very normal looking Harry sitting at the Gryffindor table, chatting merrily with Hermione.
"What?" Breathed Ron. "But sir I just left Harry in a carriage then – he couldn't have run up here in that time!" Dumbledore leaned down to Ron.
"Perhaps you should go sit down Ron." Ron nodded his head wearily.
***
Meanwhile the interloper Harry had just finished nibbling the outside of the castle and had moved on to the atrium where over 50 tinny, scared, 1st years were huddled together listening to Professor McGonagle's speech. Harry opened his eyes wide with anticipation 'meat!' he thought before launching himself onto one of the unsuspecting first years, dragging them to the ground. The Professor shrieked with terror as she saw one of her new charges slammed down to the ground by a previously respectable 5th year.
"HARRY!!" She bellowed rushing forward to pull him off the stiff and terrified 11 year old. Harry's eyes were red and he was dribbling profusely. She managed to get him into a head-lock (Professor McGonagle took some wrestling lessons in the holidays) and started to drag the dribbling boy towards the door to her office. She shoved him inside, locking the door behind her. Many of the first years had started to cry. McGonagle rushed towards the Great Hall, robes billowing and fresh saliva dripping in the breeze.
"Sir! Sir something terrible has happened to Harry!" McGonangle.
"Join the line professor, now I'm only going to say this once Harry Potter is absolutely fine, he is sitting over there with a smile on his face and ruler in his pocket..." Professor M looked at Dumbledore oddly.
"Right... So the person who looks suspiciously like Harry Potter but isn't in fact Harry Potter is the one chewing your castle and chasing the first years?" Dumbledore nodded his head.
"Yes that's it – a person looking suspiciously like Harry Potter but isn't actually is... is ... what did you say!" Dumbledor squeaked.
"Chewing your castle and chasing your first years – what?" All the colour left Dumledore's face in a flash.
"Chewing my castle... HE'S CHEWING MY CASTLE!"
"'Afraid so sir – shall we do something about or shall we just eat?" Dumbledore gave Professor M a quick glare before vaulting over the table, much to the surprise of all present. Dumbledore sped out the giant oak doors, all the other Professors in tow.
"He's in my office sir!" Shouted Professor M, a hand clutched to her head to stop her precious pointy hat flying off.
"Why that little shit – I'm going to kill him!" mumbled an out of breath Dumbledore as he reached the dark cherry door of Professor McGonagle's office. He yanked it open ready for anything.... There was no longer any furniture, carpet or light and there was a sizable hole in the wall that opened up into a myriad of freshly chewed tunnels.
"OH MY GOD MY OFFICE!" Shrieked Professor M as she clutched the wall for support. Dumbledore was looking positively furious as he glared at the tunnel opening. Someone pushed passed the distraught Professor M, making their way to the centre of the recently 'decorated' room.
"I always said that boy was trouble – if only you had expelled him when you had the chance!" It was Professor Snape – a considerably younger looking Professor Snape. Dumbledore seemed to notice this for the first time.
"Why do you look so young and.. Handsome?" Snape raised a perfectly shaped jet-black eyebrow.
"Well you know I did some infiltration work with the Dark Lord over the holidays?" Daumbledore nodded still very confused. "Well the Dark Arts always rejuvenate me!" Snape flicked an impossibly shiny lock over his shoulder.
"So that's why you wanted the damn Defence Against the Dark Arts job – I never knew! You do look good though!" Dumbledore said, voice full of awe.
"Prrrr! Thank you sir." Snape purred.
"Well I suppose someone should check on the students and eat the feast and so forth while the rest of you do something about the weirdo impostor Harry Potter... I nominate me for the eating job – happy hunting people." Dumbledore shoved his way past the Professors looking pleased with himself.
***
Meanwhile somewhere deep within the castle....
There was a room: a gigantic underground hall with huge columns of marble supporting a lofty ceiling with the most intricate and wonderful patterns painted across its entire surface. Strange shadows danced across the walls cast by a series of electric blue candles with glittering stars and beyond all reasoning – purple flames. The candles illuminated a complicated pattern that had been drawn on the shiny marble floor. The centre of the pattern read simply ' to the death'.
~*~
Well that was the end of the second chapter – next chapter you will be introduced to a Spanish sword fighting genius with dark brown eyes and waving black hair – watch out Professor Snape! Anyhow you will only get to meet this gorgeous lad if you review... as I'm not even sure if I should continue posting this story... sigh So please review!
Well I'm afraid the same still applies – I don't own Harry Potter but I do own the means to get him i.e. a peashooter and a fine supply of peas! Watch out J.K.!
~*~
It was dark and the wind was howling when the Hogwarts Express finally pulled into the station. The students were hesitant to leave their warm carriages and venture out into the screeching wind, save Harry, who was quite eager to get inside and eat. Now it's not because spending an entire summer with Dudley the super lard boy of doom had finally rubbed off on him and it wasn't even because all of his run ins with one Lord Voldemort had brought up his metabolism a notch... it was because Harry was hungry – devastatingly so. His stomach was rumbling and his brain was saying 'chew, chew, munchy mucnhy moo.' He couldn't ignore it much longer; he clutched his tummy in an effort to shut it up. He was vaguely aware of someone saying something.
"Oi Harry! Come on we got to get into one of the horse drawn carriage thingies – Harry?" Harry looked up into Ron's eyes with all the pleading he could muster.
"Ron do you have any food? Anything? I just don't care as long as it's basically edible!" Harry tugged on Ron's shirt sleave roughly. Ron backed off.
" Harry what's with the rabid look about the eyes and the frothing mouth?" Harry whimpered, Ron sighed heavily, reaching into his robe and bringing out a block of Cadbury's chocolate. Harry dived on it, eating it without further adieu. Ron managed to haul Harry into the cart, slamming the door behind them.
***
By the time Harry and Ron got to the castle Harry had chewed the lining off the carriage, ripped chunks out of the wooden seats and salivated all over the roof. Ron had taken shelter behind a torn away seat cover. Once the doors opened Ron leapt out of them, shouting something about rabies. Ron ran strait into the great hall, searching madly for the great mass of silver hair that was Professor Dumbledore. He spied him at his usual place in the centre of the teacher's table. He pelted up there, worry and fear dancing across his face.
"Sir! Sir something's happened to Harry!" Ron panted, slamming his hands down on the table.
"Harry?" Dumbledore said curiously. "But Harry is sitting just over there – he looks fine to me! What on earth are you talking about Master Weasly?" Ron snapped his head round to see a very normal looking Harry sitting at the Gryffindor table, chatting merrily with Hermione.
"What?" Breathed Ron. "But sir I just left Harry in a carriage then – he couldn't have run up here in that time!" Dumbledore leaned down to Ron.
"Perhaps you should go sit down Ron." Ron nodded his head wearily.
***
Meanwhile the interloper Harry had just finished nibbling the outside of the castle and had moved on to the atrium where over 50 tinny, scared, 1st years were huddled together listening to Professor McGonagle's speech. Harry opened his eyes wide with anticipation 'meat!' he thought before launching himself onto one of the unsuspecting first years, dragging them to the ground. The Professor shrieked with terror as she saw one of her new charges slammed down to the ground by a previously respectable 5th year.
"HARRY!!" She bellowed rushing forward to pull him off the stiff and terrified 11 year old. Harry's eyes were red and he was dribbling profusely. She managed to get him into a head-lock (Professor McGonagle took some wrestling lessons in the holidays) and started to drag the dribbling boy towards the door to her office. She shoved him inside, locking the door behind her. Many of the first years had started to cry. McGonagle rushed towards the Great Hall, robes billowing and fresh saliva dripping in the breeze.
"Sir! Sir something terrible has happened to Harry!" McGonangle.
"Join the line professor, now I'm only going to say this once Harry Potter is absolutely fine, he is sitting over there with a smile on his face and ruler in his pocket..." Professor M looked at Dumbledore oddly.
"Right... So the person who looks suspiciously like Harry Potter but isn't in fact Harry Potter is the one chewing your castle and chasing the first years?" Dumbledore nodded his head.
"Yes that's it – a person looking suspiciously like Harry Potter but isn't actually is... is ... what did you say!" Dumbledor squeaked.
"Chewing your castle and chasing your first years – what?" All the colour left Dumledore's face in a flash.
"Chewing my castle... HE'S CHEWING MY CASTLE!"
"'Afraid so sir – shall we do something about or shall we just eat?" Dumbledore gave Professor M a quick glare before vaulting over the table, much to the surprise of all present. Dumbledore sped out the giant oak doors, all the other Professors in tow.
"He's in my office sir!" Shouted Professor M, a hand clutched to her head to stop her precious pointy hat flying off.
"Why that little shit – I'm going to kill him!" mumbled an out of breath Dumbledore as he reached the dark cherry door of Professor McGonagle's office. He yanked it open ready for anything.... There was no longer any furniture, carpet or light and there was a sizable hole in the wall that opened up into a myriad of freshly chewed tunnels.
"OH MY GOD MY OFFICE!" Shrieked Professor M as she clutched the wall for support. Dumbledore was looking positively furious as he glared at the tunnel opening. Someone pushed passed the distraught Professor M, making their way to the centre of the recently 'decorated' room.
"I always said that boy was trouble – if only you had expelled him when you had the chance!" It was Professor Snape – a considerably younger looking Professor Snape. Dumbledore seemed to notice this for the first time.
"Why do you look so young and.. Handsome?" Snape raised a perfectly shaped jet-black eyebrow.
"Well you know I did some infiltration work with the Dark Lord over the holidays?" Daumbledore nodded still very confused. "Well the Dark Arts always rejuvenate me!" Snape flicked an impossibly shiny lock over his shoulder.
"So that's why you wanted the damn Defence Against the Dark Arts job – I never knew! You do look good though!" Dumbledore said, voice full of awe.
"Prrrr! Thank you sir." Snape purred.
"Well I suppose someone should check on the students and eat the feast and so forth while the rest of you do something about the weirdo impostor Harry Potter... I nominate me for the eating job – happy hunting people." Dumbledore shoved his way past the Professors looking pleased with himself.
***
Meanwhile somewhere deep within the castle....
There was a room: a gigantic underground hall with huge columns of marble supporting a lofty ceiling with the most intricate and wonderful patterns painted across its entire surface. Strange shadows danced across the walls cast by a series of electric blue candles with glittering stars and beyond all reasoning – purple flames. The candles illuminated a complicated pattern that had been drawn on the shiny marble floor. The centre of the pattern read simply ' to the death'.
~*~
Well that was the end of the second chapter – next chapter you will be introduced to a Spanish sword fighting genius with dark brown eyes and waving black hair – watch out Professor Snape! Anyhow you will only get to meet this gorgeous lad if you review... as I'm not even sure if I should continue posting this story... sigh So please review!