A/N: Hello all you happy people out there. Well, this is a combined fic
between me and two of my friends, who are NOT currently authors here, but
if they do not become them soon, I will injure some one. Period. Ahhh. Now
that I've got that out, I'd like to beforehand apologize for what you are
about to read. Please, trust me. This "story" is highly affected by cold
pizza and WAY TOO MUCH cream soda (DP for Amy). And this is also a Monty
Python crossover. So if you don't like it…NI!
Disclaimer: All we write in the font below is solely property of the magnificent JK Rowling. Honestly, though, if she knew what we were about to do to these poor characters, she'd sue…but that's just sugar-rush me.
It was a lovely day outside. One of those overly clichéd ones where the sun is shining and the sky is blue, and it hasn't rained in forever, but the grass is green and the flowers are pretty. All in all, it was a pretty nice day to be outside. Over the hills, the young fifth years by the names of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley came "galloping." Behind them, young Colin and Dennis Creevy, the HP fan club, are clapping together to miniature cauldrons (obviously defects rejected by Percy at the Ministry). The three ''riders'' paused momentarily, glancing around at their surroundings, the Creevys quietly continued the *clip-clop*clip-clop* as Hermione motioned to Harry and Ron.
"Dismount." She called. They swung their legs over a bunch of nothing and stood firmly on the ground, minus Harry, who was a bit sloppy with dismounts. And mounts. Hermione seemed to think it quite funny, seeing him sprawled out on the ground, and began to giggle.
A small child ran through the remote mountain village, chasing a bumblebee. After seeing the youth stung by his quarry, the old man reflected upon his life as a member on the fringes of the social life of the clan. He wondered- was he the bee, or the child? But that's completely irrelevant to the actual story, and considering the TRUE author has chewed through the ropes tying her down to the chair- perhaps we better get on to good ol' Harry, Ron, and Hermione, shall we?
"Need a lift up Harry?" Ron asked, as he leaned over his fallen comrade.
"Why again, do we dismount?" Harry asked as he stood up and brushed himself off.
"Dramatic effect." Hermione waved his question off with a simple answer, barely a sentence.
"It is quite lovely outside today, don't you think?" Ron randomly commented.
"It is, isn't it? But don't you suppose we should be getting back to Hogwarts?" Hermione's usual worried tone was creeping back…interrupting their glorious day of fun.
"Alright then. If Queen Hermione says so…I suppose. Back to Honeydukes. Shouldn't be too hard to sneak back. Long as we've a diversion of some sort." Ron glanced sideways at Harry. "Mr. Boy-Who-Lived, do you suppose we could have a few autographs?" Ron punched Harry in the shoulder teasingly.
The old man sighed and placed his quill down. If only I was young again; I might be able to go with the tribe to The Great Water over the summer. The warm, salty sea air always gave a spring to his step where usually there was a painful limp. The tribe had seen better days. In the days before the dreaded coming of She-Who-Carries-a-Big-Ugly-Purse, there had been enough food for the entire clan, but now many had to go hungry. At least an old man nearly finished with his Walk in this Time didn't require much to go on. Others, like that young lad who had just gained a new respect for bees, were getting accustomed to malnourishment. He lazily watched the now infamous bee and contemplated a nap.
"Fine. I'm the human diversion this time. I can live."
***
Harry blindfolded Colin and Dennis. They knew the deal, and accepted it. Harry and company would escort the two Creevy brothers outside of Hogwarts grounds on one condition: coming and going, they would be led blindfolded. They gladly agreed. Anything for Harry, of course.
***
Harry began sniggering. Ron began sniggering. Hermione began sniggering. Greg and Forge burst out laughing. Dennis stood in the middle of the common room, extremely confused. A bemused expression crossed Ginny's face, as her game of Wizards' chess with Neville was momentarily interrupted. Neville began laughing for the sake of laughing, as we all know he had no idea what was going on. Of course he didn't know that none of them knew.
"Why are you all laughing?" Lee Jordan asked, who had just entered the room.
Neville looked at Ginny. Ginny looked at her older twin brothers, who, in attempt to appear "innocent," pointed at Hermione. Hermione, good reputation at stake, turned to Ron with a "serious" look on her face. Ron, in turn, glanced at Harry. Soon EVERYONE was looking at Harry.
"I dunno." He shrugged. "Just felt like having a laugh."
A/N: Well, that was pretty screwy, huh? Hope you enjoyed it…especially the random "deep thoughts" of the old man, the boy, and the bee. More serious stuff soon. Ta.
Disclaimer: All we write in the font below is solely property of the magnificent JK Rowling. Honestly, though, if she knew what we were about to do to these poor characters, she'd sue…but that's just sugar-rush me.
It was a lovely day outside. One of those overly clichéd ones where the sun is shining and the sky is blue, and it hasn't rained in forever, but the grass is green and the flowers are pretty. All in all, it was a pretty nice day to be outside. Over the hills, the young fifth years by the names of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley came "galloping." Behind them, young Colin and Dennis Creevy, the HP fan club, are clapping together to miniature cauldrons (obviously defects rejected by Percy at the Ministry). The three ''riders'' paused momentarily, glancing around at their surroundings, the Creevys quietly continued the *clip-clop*clip-clop* as Hermione motioned to Harry and Ron.
"Dismount." She called. They swung their legs over a bunch of nothing and stood firmly on the ground, minus Harry, who was a bit sloppy with dismounts. And mounts. Hermione seemed to think it quite funny, seeing him sprawled out on the ground, and began to giggle.
A small child ran through the remote mountain village, chasing a bumblebee. After seeing the youth stung by his quarry, the old man reflected upon his life as a member on the fringes of the social life of the clan. He wondered- was he the bee, or the child? But that's completely irrelevant to the actual story, and considering the TRUE author has chewed through the ropes tying her down to the chair- perhaps we better get on to good ol' Harry, Ron, and Hermione, shall we?
"Need a lift up Harry?" Ron asked, as he leaned over his fallen comrade.
"Why again, do we dismount?" Harry asked as he stood up and brushed himself off.
"Dramatic effect." Hermione waved his question off with a simple answer, barely a sentence.
"It is quite lovely outside today, don't you think?" Ron randomly commented.
"It is, isn't it? But don't you suppose we should be getting back to Hogwarts?" Hermione's usual worried tone was creeping back…interrupting their glorious day of fun.
"Alright then. If Queen Hermione says so…I suppose. Back to Honeydukes. Shouldn't be too hard to sneak back. Long as we've a diversion of some sort." Ron glanced sideways at Harry. "Mr. Boy-Who-Lived, do you suppose we could have a few autographs?" Ron punched Harry in the shoulder teasingly.
The old man sighed and placed his quill down. If only I was young again; I might be able to go with the tribe to The Great Water over the summer. The warm, salty sea air always gave a spring to his step where usually there was a painful limp. The tribe had seen better days. In the days before the dreaded coming of She-Who-Carries-a-Big-Ugly-Purse, there had been enough food for the entire clan, but now many had to go hungry. At least an old man nearly finished with his Walk in this Time didn't require much to go on. Others, like that young lad who had just gained a new respect for bees, were getting accustomed to malnourishment. He lazily watched the now infamous bee and contemplated a nap.
"Fine. I'm the human diversion this time. I can live."
***
Harry blindfolded Colin and Dennis. They knew the deal, and accepted it. Harry and company would escort the two Creevy brothers outside of Hogwarts grounds on one condition: coming and going, they would be led blindfolded. They gladly agreed. Anything for Harry, of course.
***
Harry began sniggering. Ron began sniggering. Hermione began sniggering. Greg and Forge burst out laughing. Dennis stood in the middle of the common room, extremely confused. A bemused expression crossed Ginny's face, as her game of Wizards' chess with Neville was momentarily interrupted. Neville began laughing for the sake of laughing, as we all know he had no idea what was going on. Of course he didn't know that none of them knew.
"Why are you all laughing?" Lee Jordan asked, who had just entered the room.
Neville looked at Ginny. Ginny looked at her older twin brothers, who, in attempt to appear "innocent," pointed at Hermione. Hermione, good reputation at stake, turned to Ron with a "serious" look on her face. Ron, in turn, glanced at Harry. Soon EVERYONE was looking at Harry.
"I dunno." He shrugged. "Just felt like having a laugh."
A/N: Well, that was pretty screwy, huh? Hope you enjoyed it…especially the random "deep thoughts" of the old man, the boy, and the bee. More serious stuff soon. Ta.