Dear Readers, Thank you for the response to chapter one. There was,
surprisingly, only ONE flame. And it
wasn't even that bad.
We would like to thank, Dragon Muchener the Second for that kind review (informing us to enshrine our
computer in gold, yea.. We liked that one) And to all the other grand and random reviews.
I suppose the only reason we didn't get SERIOUSLY flamed is because. well. you know, we
haven't exactly got to the core of the plot. (Which I guess you have guess is about Harry Potter becoming
entangled in the KKK.)
So read on, review more, flame till your hearts content and live, love and screw!!!!!!!
Love Lindsey
We last left off:
Knock, knock.
"Whose there," called someone from behind the door.
"Um. Harry Potter," called Harry.
"Goodie Boys, fresh meat!" and the door swung open and a man wearing a white cloak and a
white hood covering his face said, "Welcome to the KKK."
"What?" asked Harry as he, Ron and Hermione were lead up into the Astronomy tower. Placed in
the center of the tower was about 50 or so chairs and a high risen platform with three large, gold encrusted
chairs, that were empty. Mingling around a table full of refreshments were the members, obviously, taking
and joking.
Though Harry couldn't see any of the faces behind the white hoods, he could tell there was a party
like atmosphere in the room.
"Hello, Harry," said a familiar voice. Harry spun around. He found himself shaking hands with a
very recognizable person.
"Hey, Percy," he answered. "Err.what are you doing here?"
Percy smiled under his hood and clutched a notebook. "I'm representing Mr. Crouch. He couldn't make it. He's a very busy man, you know." Percy droned on for a few minutes.
"Ladies and gentleman, please take your seats!" A man with a long white beard trailing out from
under his hood stood at a podium waving his arms.
The witches and warlocks hushed and took their seats. "There's no need to quiet down," said the
bearded many in amazement. "This is a happy day! A very happy day."
"That must be.. Dumbledore," said Ron in wonderment.
"No kidding Ron," whispered Hermione, "Who else do you know who has a 6 foot long white beard?"
"Don't rightly know," said Ron after a moment of thought.
"Today," the hooded-chairperson/Professor Dumbledore was saying, "We are welcoming three
new soles to our blessed. family."
Harry could imagine Dumbledore's sexual, old wrinkly smile under the white hood. The thought
made him hot. He and Dumbledore were close, really close. He was Dumbledores favorite, he's little pet.
He lived to lick Dumbledore's shoes, and he only realized this year why Dumbledore played favorites with
him. Because.well, the thought just wasn't PG-13.
"As is customary for new arrivals," continued Dumbledore, "We must explain the founding of the
KKK in Hogwarts. Since Dean Thomas invited them (except Hermione, who just kind of showed up), he is
invited to explain the origins of the KKK."
The witches and warlocks clapped enthusicatity as Dean approached the stage. He adjusted the
microphone. "Many. Many moons, the great Hogswart form it's own brotherhood," there was a loud cough
from Hermione and Dean, knowing the wrath of Hermione (that would be a great name for a rock band,
thought Harry) added, "er.Sisterhood! of the Ku Klux Klan, the KKK. Through the ages we have.
pretended to be all for equality. for racial diversity and education and poor starving children in Africa and
Shit like that but that was A LIE!!!! We of the KKK are honest with our dark sides! We read the last page
of a new book before finishing it so if we die, we would know the ending!" The people of the KKK
cheered. "We open the Coke bottles before buying them so we know if we won!" More cheers. "We stick
out fingers in chocolates so we know what the filling is!"
"Dude.no we don't," called someone from the audience.
Dean hurried on with his speech. "We ponder death on great length and we know what we like and don't
like. We don't like Asians, Americans, Mexicans, Japanese, Irish folk and cow men and especially not
AFRICAN PEOPLE!!!"
"Damn straight," a support called through the crowd.
Dean held up his hands for silence, "We don't like Catholics, Baptists, Atheists, Jews, Buddhists,
Muslims or the Hindu religion or those who worship the sun bird Ra-A-Nora."
" That is correct!" called Madame Hooch.. Other cheers were heard.
Dean held up a hand for silence. "We don't like homosexuals, transvestites, bisexuals or cross-dressers!" he called.
"We gotta run those gays off the streets," agreed Oliver Wood, with his arm around Hagrid.
"And we hate woman!"
"Don't ever forget that!" yelled Professor McGonagell.
"Hate those Chinese!"
"Damn them to Hell," cried Cho Chang. "Dirty yellowskins."
"Who do these people like?" whispered Ron to Harry.
"Sh.." said Harry, mesmerized at the teaching of his new family.
"We do like Christians through, which is why Hogwarts only celebrates Christmas and Easter and not Passover or shalom or whatever," continued Dean.
"Is that really the reason?" mused Ron in the seat next to Harry, "I never really thought about it before."
"Well how couldn't you have?" asked Hermione, "I mean, it's obvious and can be rather annoying, when you think about it."
"True," agreed Harry..
"I don't know how well I'd do in this thing," said Hermione thoughtfully. "There are two things
that I hate." She narrowed her eyes at Dean. "People who discriminate against other races.." She stared
very hard at the stage.
"What's the second thing?"
Hermione shuddered. "Germans."
"Oh, we hate Germans," one woman Harry didn't know assured Hermione. The woman spat. "Ja, foul, stupid culture!" She shook her head, and the heavy braids wobbled.
"Really? That's a relief, Frau Schmit," said Hermione graciously.
"Nine, nine. My friends all call my Bromehilde."
"I'm confused," whispered Ron.
"Anyway, we would like to invite you to join the brotherhood.er..sisterhood.er.Siblinghood of the Ku Klux Klan," continued Dean. "To join, you must complete a quest. Harry Potter, do you accept your challenge?"
"Er..I reckon so."
"Ronald Weasley?"
"If Harry is, I will."
"Hermione Granger?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Well," Dean said. "Okay then."
"I have one question before I undertake my quest," said Harry. "Dean. you're black. Yet you are in an organization that hates black people?"
Dean hopped off the stage. "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?" he shouted. "DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY, HARRY POTTER ?"
"Well, duh Dean. I just asked why."
"Oh right. Well, you see, I've always felt kind of like an outcast, you know?" explained Dean.
"The only other black kid is Angelina Johnson. I'm the ONLY BLACK guy! Do you know what that does to a chap?"
"I can't say I do, no."
"It screws up his brain!" cried Dean. "So, I decided that Hogwarts was racist and stuff. And when Dumbledore confessed that they had an anti-Black organization, I thought the only way to fit in would be to join it, join in the hate! GIVE IN TO MY SECRET ABHORRENCE OF MY ANCESTORY!" sobbed Dean.
Hermione stepped up to Dean and slapped his face. "Dean, you are seriously messed up."
"It's not like I'm the only one," he declared sobbing. "Enough about me- Harry and friends, do you undertake this quest?"
Harry thought hard. "Hell, why not?"
Dumbledore clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Attaboy, Harry!"
"Oh, Harry," said Ron adoringly. "I love it when you make important decisions and not ask my opinion. It just adds to your gallantness."
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A/N-Greetings, readers. This is Echidne-Jystha is next to me. Anyway, we had to end the chapter here because we couldn't think of a mission We considered doing a Harry Potter version of Into The Woods, stealing Snape's underwear.ect. I would like the ideas of your brain. JYSTHA: WORD! We've had this stupid chapter saved on Echidne's computer for about a month. WORD! Sorry. But then, no one likes us so... yea. Why don't I just go kill myself cause I'm BORING!!! I spelled that wrong, and that too! LEAVE ME ALONE!
wasn't even that bad.
We would like to thank, Dragon Muchener the Second for that kind review (informing us to enshrine our
computer in gold, yea.. We liked that one) And to all the other grand and random reviews.
I suppose the only reason we didn't get SERIOUSLY flamed is because. well. you know, we
haven't exactly got to the core of the plot. (Which I guess you have guess is about Harry Potter becoming
entangled in the KKK.)
So read on, review more, flame till your hearts content and live, love and screw!!!!!!!
Love Lindsey
We last left off:
Knock, knock.
"Whose there," called someone from behind the door.
"Um. Harry Potter," called Harry.
"Goodie Boys, fresh meat!" and the door swung open and a man wearing a white cloak and a
white hood covering his face said, "Welcome to the KKK."
"What?" asked Harry as he, Ron and Hermione were lead up into the Astronomy tower. Placed in
the center of the tower was about 50 or so chairs and a high risen platform with three large, gold encrusted
chairs, that were empty. Mingling around a table full of refreshments were the members, obviously, taking
and joking.
Though Harry couldn't see any of the faces behind the white hoods, he could tell there was a party
like atmosphere in the room.
"Hello, Harry," said a familiar voice. Harry spun around. He found himself shaking hands with a
very recognizable person.
"Hey, Percy," he answered. "Err.what are you doing here?"
Percy smiled under his hood and clutched a notebook. "I'm representing Mr. Crouch. He couldn't make it. He's a very busy man, you know." Percy droned on for a few minutes.
"Ladies and gentleman, please take your seats!" A man with a long white beard trailing out from
under his hood stood at a podium waving his arms.
The witches and warlocks hushed and took their seats. "There's no need to quiet down," said the
bearded many in amazement. "This is a happy day! A very happy day."
"That must be.. Dumbledore," said Ron in wonderment.
"No kidding Ron," whispered Hermione, "Who else do you know who has a 6 foot long white beard?"
"Don't rightly know," said Ron after a moment of thought.
"Today," the hooded-chairperson/Professor Dumbledore was saying, "We are welcoming three
new soles to our blessed. family."
Harry could imagine Dumbledore's sexual, old wrinkly smile under the white hood. The thought
made him hot. He and Dumbledore were close, really close. He was Dumbledores favorite, he's little pet.
He lived to lick Dumbledore's shoes, and he only realized this year why Dumbledore played favorites with
him. Because.well, the thought just wasn't PG-13.
"As is customary for new arrivals," continued Dumbledore, "We must explain the founding of the
KKK in Hogwarts. Since Dean Thomas invited them (except Hermione, who just kind of showed up), he is
invited to explain the origins of the KKK."
The witches and warlocks clapped enthusicatity as Dean approached the stage. He adjusted the
microphone. "Many. Many moons, the great Hogswart form it's own brotherhood," there was a loud cough
from Hermione and Dean, knowing the wrath of Hermione (that would be a great name for a rock band,
thought Harry) added, "er.Sisterhood! of the Ku Klux Klan, the KKK. Through the ages we have.
pretended to be all for equality. for racial diversity and education and poor starving children in Africa and
Shit like that but that was A LIE!!!! We of the KKK are honest with our dark sides! We read the last page
of a new book before finishing it so if we die, we would know the ending!" The people of the KKK
cheered. "We open the Coke bottles before buying them so we know if we won!" More cheers. "We stick
out fingers in chocolates so we know what the filling is!"
"Dude.no we don't," called someone from the audience.
Dean hurried on with his speech. "We ponder death on great length and we know what we like and don't
like. We don't like Asians, Americans, Mexicans, Japanese, Irish folk and cow men and especially not
AFRICAN PEOPLE!!!"
"Damn straight," a support called through the crowd.
Dean held up his hands for silence, "We don't like Catholics, Baptists, Atheists, Jews, Buddhists,
Muslims or the Hindu religion or those who worship the sun bird Ra-A-Nora."
" That is correct!" called Madame Hooch.. Other cheers were heard.
Dean held up a hand for silence. "We don't like homosexuals, transvestites, bisexuals or cross-dressers!" he called.
"We gotta run those gays off the streets," agreed Oliver Wood, with his arm around Hagrid.
"And we hate woman!"
"Don't ever forget that!" yelled Professor McGonagell.
"Hate those Chinese!"
"Damn them to Hell," cried Cho Chang. "Dirty yellowskins."
"Who do these people like?" whispered Ron to Harry.
"Sh.." said Harry, mesmerized at the teaching of his new family.
"We do like Christians through, which is why Hogwarts only celebrates Christmas and Easter and not Passover or shalom or whatever," continued Dean.
"Is that really the reason?" mused Ron in the seat next to Harry, "I never really thought about it before."
"Well how couldn't you have?" asked Hermione, "I mean, it's obvious and can be rather annoying, when you think about it."
"True," agreed Harry..
"I don't know how well I'd do in this thing," said Hermione thoughtfully. "There are two things
that I hate." She narrowed her eyes at Dean. "People who discriminate against other races.." She stared
very hard at the stage.
"What's the second thing?"
Hermione shuddered. "Germans."
"Oh, we hate Germans," one woman Harry didn't know assured Hermione. The woman spat. "Ja, foul, stupid culture!" She shook her head, and the heavy braids wobbled.
"Really? That's a relief, Frau Schmit," said Hermione graciously.
"Nine, nine. My friends all call my Bromehilde."
"I'm confused," whispered Ron.
"Anyway, we would like to invite you to join the brotherhood.er..sisterhood.er.Siblinghood of the Ku Klux Klan," continued Dean. "To join, you must complete a quest. Harry Potter, do you accept your challenge?"
"Er..I reckon so."
"Ronald Weasley?"
"If Harry is, I will."
"Hermione Granger?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Well," Dean said. "Okay then."
"I have one question before I undertake my quest," said Harry. "Dean. you're black. Yet you are in an organization that hates black people?"
Dean hopped off the stage. "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?" he shouted. "DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY, HARRY POTTER ?"
"Well, duh Dean. I just asked why."
"Oh right. Well, you see, I've always felt kind of like an outcast, you know?" explained Dean.
"The only other black kid is Angelina Johnson. I'm the ONLY BLACK guy! Do you know what that does to a chap?"
"I can't say I do, no."
"It screws up his brain!" cried Dean. "So, I decided that Hogwarts was racist and stuff. And when Dumbledore confessed that they had an anti-Black organization, I thought the only way to fit in would be to join it, join in the hate! GIVE IN TO MY SECRET ABHORRENCE OF MY ANCESTORY!" sobbed Dean.
Hermione stepped up to Dean and slapped his face. "Dean, you are seriously messed up."
"It's not like I'm the only one," he declared sobbing. "Enough about me- Harry and friends, do you undertake this quest?"
Harry thought hard. "Hell, why not?"
Dumbledore clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Attaboy, Harry!"
"Oh, Harry," said Ron adoringly. "I love it when you make important decisions and not ask my opinion. It just adds to your gallantness."
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A/N-Greetings, readers. This is Echidne-Jystha is next to me. Anyway, we had to end the chapter here because we couldn't think of a mission We considered doing a Harry Potter version of Into The Woods, stealing Snape's underwear.ect. I would like the ideas of your brain. JYSTHA: WORD! We've had this stupid chapter saved on Echidne's computer for about a month. WORD! Sorry. But then, no one likes us so... yea. Why don't I just go kill myself cause I'm BORING!!! I spelled that wrong, and that too! LEAVE ME ALONE!