Potter- Jamaican Style- Episode 1- The Secret of the
Sacred Coconut Fruit
A/N: Ok this is sorta a weird story idea I came up
with, I'm writing it during a tornado watch! HELP!
Also, Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, she gets
tons of credit from me! Thanks Laurie and KT( my
awesome editor) for the ideas and suggestions! I just
realized how this story might offend some people so
I'm so sorry if it does, it is not meant to at all! Also, the
term "Voldermon" is supposed to be the Jamaican Version
of Voldermort.
Harry Potter wiped a titanic sized sweat drop off his
forehead and pushed his dangling dreadlocks out of
his face angrily. If it weren't for that idiot Snape,
Harry was positive he would never be out here in the
heat, picking one hundred mangos for Madam
Pompfrey's sunburn ointment.
If only Snape hadn't seen Harry place a gigantic
potion-filled banana under Malfoy's bony rear end.
Naturally when Malfoy sat down, he was immediately
showered with a devious love potion that sent Malfoy
off to kiss and try to snog the first thing he saw,
which just happened to be Professor McGonagall!
Chuckling, Harry recalled how even picking one
hundred mangos was a fair exchange for seeing both the
look on Professor McGonagall's face, and the
embarrassed look on Malfoy's face when Snape had
brought him round again!
"Psss Harry," called Harry's best friend, Ron
Weasly, from behind the huge mango tree.
Tall, gawky, and pale, with short red hair that Ron
had messily tied in a way so that four thick
"alfalfas" stuck out off his head, Ron was not quite
a ladies man.
" Ron, my brother, did you the look on Malfoy's face"?
"Er yea one of your best my mon", agreed Ron, as
he picked up a palm leaf and began furiously fanning
himself with it.
" Anyway 'arry can I borrow your parrot, I need to
send a post to Charlie?" Ron said between mouthfuls
of sweet, dripping, mango fruit.
Before Harry could answer, a sharp voice pierced the
air, startling Ron and making Harry's dreadlocks
stand on end.
"What are you thinking Ron, your going to lose
Gryffindor points! Gryffindor just can't afford to lose
anymore, sneaking out here like this, it's all very selfish.
And Harry, what was going through your mind, you two
just haven't been representing yourself as I'm sure
you must know how to, all Jamaicans do, but you are
too much. I suppose you'll just have to lie low, or
get back on that motorboat out of here," said Hermione
with a scowl on her sun-freckled face that would
startle even a charging bull.
"Smile Hermione, Voldemon has not gotten you yet,"
said Harry teasingly.
Ron and Hermione both let out a huge sigh of awe and
shock at hearing the evil name. Hermione's tan body
began to shake, and her cornrow beaded hair began to
swish dangerously, while Ron got his rare
deer-in-the-headlights look. Harry knew those
looks all to well, and tossing a few more mangos into
the wire basket, suggested they all head up to
Hagrid's bungalow for a visit before supper.
A/N: Now review good kitties! Also, I definitely know
that is such a weird story I just wrote, but there
WILL BE A POINT AND ADVENTURE TO IT !!More chapters to
come, with all the HP gang! Tell me any feedback you
have pleaze!