8
"Okay, Gumlick, hand over the wand," Willowhawk said, snatching it. She muttered a few well-chosen words, and the entire group disappeared.
POP!
POP!
POP!
POP!
POP!
POP!
We reappeared in front of a mansion. Snape stared at Willowhawk. "How--?"
"I may be a Muggle, but don't think I never studied magic," she said impatiently.
"But why aren't you guys at a wizard school?!"
"Oh, I DUNNO, can we discuss this later?" She nodded at me. "You may proceed, mon ami," she muttered.
The six of us stared up at the gigantic house. I took a deep breath, motioned to the others, and we made our way to the front door. I rang the doorbell. A loud, frustrated groan sounded from inside, and we could hear someone running frantically through the house. Presently, the door opened.
"Hullo," J. K. yawned. Her hair was a mess, and she was in her pajamas.
We stared.
"Sorry," J. K. said, "I was up all night writing--"
"Oooh! When does the new book come out?" I squealed excitedly.
"No idea. Alright, what do you kids want?" she groaned.
"It's not us kids--" I stared slowly, and the crowd moved apart, revealing Professor Snape, who was looking very puzzled indeed. J. K. stared.
"But—but—I created you!" she gaped. "You don't exist!"
"I know," Gumlick said. "Screwy, ain't it?"
"Anyway—the dementors are after him and he needs protection," Willowhawk informed. We looked the mansion over again.
"We figured you could help," I said hopefully.
"Su—sure," J. K. stuttered, "come on in."
*
"Hullo again," Draco said to Hermione and Ron. They were meeting in the trophy room again the night after their first talk.
"Right," Ron said. He pulled something out of his pocket. "Fred and George stole the key from Wood's locker last practice."
"I am slightly impressed, Weasley," Draco said.
"Yes," Hermione said hurriedly, "let's go."
The three of them managed to get under the cloak, and they made their way outside to the Quidditch field. Ron approached the shed and turned the key in the lock. The shed opened. The three grabbed a broom each and turned to exit the shed, but they were confronted by—
"Seamus? Dean? Neville? Fred? George? Lee? What are you guys doing here?!" Ron hissed.
"We wondered what you wanted with key and decided to find out," Fred growled.
"Explain," George demanded.
Hermione did, and they stared.
"Well, we're coming with you," Dean announced.
"But--" Draco started, annoyed at being on the same side as so many Gryffindors.
"We're coming with you, Malfoy, and you can't stop us," said Seamus firmly.
Neville looked frightened, but he squeaked, "me too."
"No way I'm missing out an adventure like this!" Lee roared.
They all grabbed brooms. Hermione took out her wand, muttered something, and the wand spun in her hand. "Snape went that way," she announced, and they all flew off into the night.
"Okay, Gumlick, hand over the wand," Willowhawk said, snatching it. She muttered a few well-chosen words, and the entire group disappeared.
POP!
POP!
POP!
POP!
POP!
POP!
We reappeared in front of a mansion. Snape stared at Willowhawk. "How--?"
"I may be a Muggle, but don't think I never studied magic," she said impatiently.
"But why aren't you guys at a wizard school?!"
"Oh, I DUNNO, can we discuss this later?" She nodded at me. "You may proceed, mon ami," she muttered.
The six of us stared up at the gigantic house. I took a deep breath, motioned to the others, and we made our way to the front door. I rang the doorbell. A loud, frustrated groan sounded from inside, and we could hear someone running frantically through the house. Presently, the door opened.
"Hullo," J. K. yawned. Her hair was a mess, and she was in her pajamas.
We stared.
"Sorry," J. K. said, "I was up all night writing--"
"Oooh! When does the new book come out?" I squealed excitedly.
"No idea. Alright, what do you kids want?" she groaned.
"It's not us kids--" I stared slowly, and the crowd moved apart, revealing Professor Snape, who was looking very puzzled indeed. J. K. stared.
"But—but—I created you!" she gaped. "You don't exist!"
"I know," Gumlick said. "Screwy, ain't it?"
"Anyway—the dementors are after him and he needs protection," Willowhawk informed. We looked the mansion over again.
"We figured you could help," I said hopefully.
"Su—sure," J. K. stuttered, "come on in."
*
"Hullo again," Draco said to Hermione and Ron. They were meeting in the trophy room again the night after their first talk.
"Right," Ron said. He pulled something out of his pocket. "Fred and George stole the key from Wood's locker last practice."
"I am slightly impressed, Weasley," Draco said.
"Yes," Hermione said hurriedly, "let's go."
The three of them managed to get under the cloak, and they made their way outside to the Quidditch field. Ron approached the shed and turned the key in the lock. The shed opened. The three grabbed a broom each and turned to exit the shed, but they were confronted by—
"Seamus? Dean? Neville? Fred? George? Lee? What are you guys doing here?!" Ron hissed.
"We wondered what you wanted with key and decided to find out," Fred growled.
"Explain," George demanded.
Hermione did, and they stared.
"Well, we're coming with you," Dean announced.
"But--" Draco started, annoyed at being on the same side as so many Gryffindors.
"We're coming with you, Malfoy, and you can't stop us," said Seamus firmly.
Neville looked frightened, but he squeaked, "me too."
"No way I'm missing out an adventure like this!" Lee roared.
They all grabbed brooms. Hermione took out her wand, muttered something, and the wand spun in her hand. "Snape went that way," she announced, and they all flew off into the night.