Author Notes: Many characters in this are my own, but Harry Potter and
related indicia belong to J. K Rowling, and Jamaica belongs to the
Jamaicans.
Harry had never before been so puzzled and bamboozled in his life. He had the chance to avoid the terror and malice of the Dark Lord, a chance to avoid certain pain. He knew that wherever Voldermon was, there was only coldness and gray. Harry also didn't want to face the reality that if he went on the quest for the Sacred Cocoanut, he may not return. Harry stayed very busy that week, taking on even more extracurriculars than his usual Banana Cabana Chorus, Gay -Straight Wizard Alliance, and Taste of Jamaica Fondue Cooking classes. But in the back of his mind, a nagging voice kept speaking to him, telling him he couldn't hide from duty. It wasn't till Saturday night, when in an act of desperation to quiet the common room, Percy had popped in the hit movie "Spider-Mon", that Harry was sure what to do. As the main character, Peter Parkmon, discovered that "with great power, comes great responsibility," Harry made up his mind to come forward. With all luck, going on the quest would stop the queer panes in his heart, excuse him from exams, and maybe even get some lovin' from a cute mama, just like Parkermon did, and oh yaw, defeat evil, of course! Sunday morning dawned clear and sweltering. Not a single cloud polluted the serene sky over the blue sea, but a strange scent of Banana Beer did waft through the air to the lawn chairs where Harry, Ron, and Hermione lay, waiting for the breakfast gong to pound. Ron was slightly miffed at Fred and George, who had " accidentally" given him a bottle of toxic lotion that made purple dots appear and bubble on his face, and Hermione and Harry were not helping his mood by covering their chuckles with loud, unrealistic sneezes. As a massive, purple boil appeared between Ron's brows, Harry couldn't help the fit of giggles that escaped his lips. At this, Ron exploded, no pun intended. " Shut up, you prick, I didn't choke miself when mi main mon 'Arry pooped out seashells afta just a tink of a sampling of Puttenberry last week," Ron said irritably. " Tsk, 'Arry, that's like, American disgusting, " Hermione said, a look between disgust and strange admiration on her brown face, as Ron and Harry chortled Mon, why de cosmos does it smell like Banana Beer out here?," said a blushing Harry, trying to switch to a more comfortable subject. " ' Prolly the sevies shore party last night, I heard they really let them fros down. Banana Beer, Fungo's Fried Fritters, even got some of them uh, marsh-e-mallows from the mainland. Craziness baby, crazy. " Ron commented. " I zink that unsupervised partying iz no reason to take of your sunblock, Ron. It iz a dangerous practice. I mean, there are thousands of drugs going around; Jimmies, Neptunes, Rextasy, and even Bob Marleys, said Hermione disapprovingly, wiping miniscule spots of her rainbow robe. The three sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the nearby island village of Hogmedi awaken and prepare for the hustle and bustle of another hot Jamaica day. As the gong sounded, Harry and Hermione dragged a reluctant Ron into the Great Bungalow. Embarrassed of his purple boils, Ron wanted to eat his morning custard outside. It turned out that Ron was very glad that he had chosen to brave the whispers and the particularly nasty sneers of Slytherins Draco Monfoy, D. Crabbe, and Soiled Goyle. When the meal was over, and the last bit of non- alcoholic mango rum drunk, D Mon rose for an announcement. His eyes, though usually twinkling like the Aurora Borealis, now looked sad and droopy. He raised his hands for silence, and was immediately obeyed. " On did beautiful island day, I carry both sad and glad tidings. Today, we vill announce the zeven who must journey long and hard to recover the Sacred Cocoanut. Now, it was not I who zelected those who must leave us, but their own hearts. The brave zeven will now be announced. All bodies in the Great Bungalow stopped moving, as D Mon began. " The first person called iz Ms. Apola Prega of de sixth year and Ravenclaw cabana." Harry joined the clapping as a smiling Apola took a mock bow, and took her place next to D Mon. This wasn't the first time Harry or any of the Gryffindor mons had noticed Apola, she was hard to miss with her shiny shoulder-length auburn hair, and uncommon purple eyes bordered by curly black lashes. " Te second person shall be Jasper Kamari originally of the Hufflepuff cabana, but now from de Slytherin cabana." A muscular boy with dark brown skin, dreads, and blue eyes sauntered over to Apola and D Mon. " I didn't know Jasper was from both? How can that mon be from two cabanas, Hairball?" " Dunno Ron, maybe he got kicked out of one," Harry replied. " Third, let us velcome Ms. Hermione Granger to this quest. Ms. Granger is of the Gryffindor cabana, and in the fifth year. Hermione rose from her chair without a backward glance at two very shocked mons, and walked briskly to the front of the Great Bungalow amid cheers from the most of the room. " Please welcome Meg Clearwater, of Ravenclaw", D Mon's voice announced, as Meg skipped up the steps to the stage in the front of the Great Bungalow. She smiled at the serious group, and waved to her older sister, Penelope, who was looking very tearful. "Demorior Prism of Slytherin vill be the fourth." A seventh-year boy rose, and walked toward the podium with his head held high. He had high cheekbones, a Roman nose, and curly brown hair that matched his cocoa skin easily.
Harry was still staring at Demorior when Ron rose. Harry didn't realize what was happening until his mon was standing next to Hermione, looking very red underneath his purple spots. " I give you Ron Weasely, of Gryffindor cabana. He makes six," D Mon's voice shook Harry from his stupor, and Harry began to worry. What was he playing at? He could walk away from danger. He could escape Lord Voldermort's wrath if he didn't go on this quest. He wouldn't have to watch people close to him like Ron and Hermione feel pain and fatigue. All he had to do was say no when his name was called. " Harry Potter," D Mon's voice echoed in Harry's ears, but Harry didn't rise. He didn't want to face any more pain. He had had more than enough of his fair share. No way, Harry told himself, no way would he seek more suffering.
As he looked around the Great Bungalow at all the dark faces staring at him, Harry's heart gave a little thump. So many mons and womons looked at him hopefully. They need me, Harry realized, they need me and I must do what I can, even if it means coming face to face with Voldermon. He could not disappoint his homies. Harry Potter rose from his chair, and walked to the front of the room, his hand shaking inside the pockets of his robe. " I give you Harry Potter of Gryffindor cabana," D Mon said as the Great Bungalow erupted into cheers, beaming proudly at Harry, his eyes twinkling beneath his shades. " Three cheers for da Fellowship of the Sacred Cocoanut," Fred cried. " Hurray for the Cocoanutters! Their chants were quickly picked up by all in the Great Bungalow, as the multitude of people in tie-dyed robes began to chant. "Hip Hip Boo Ya!" "Hip Hip Boo Ya!" "Hip Hip Boo Ya!" " Hurray for the Cocoanutters".
A/N: Read and Review, you awesome mons and womons! Thank You!
Harry had never before been so puzzled and bamboozled in his life. He had the chance to avoid the terror and malice of the Dark Lord, a chance to avoid certain pain. He knew that wherever Voldermon was, there was only coldness and gray. Harry also didn't want to face the reality that if he went on the quest for the Sacred Cocoanut, he may not return. Harry stayed very busy that week, taking on even more extracurriculars than his usual Banana Cabana Chorus, Gay -Straight Wizard Alliance, and Taste of Jamaica Fondue Cooking classes. But in the back of his mind, a nagging voice kept speaking to him, telling him he couldn't hide from duty. It wasn't till Saturday night, when in an act of desperation to quiet the common room, Percy had popped in the hit movie "Spider-Mon", that Harry was sure what to do. As the main character, Peter Parkmon, discovered that "with great power, comes great responsibility," Harry made up his mind to come forward. With all luck, going on the quest would stop the queer panes in his heart, excuse him from exams, and maybe even get some lovin' from a cute mama, just like Parkermon did, and oh yaw, defeat evil, of course! Sunday morning dawned clear and sweltering. Not a single cloud polluted the serene sky over the blue sea, but a strange scent of Banana Beer did waft through the air to the lawn chairs where Harry, Ron, and Hermione lay, waiting for the breakfast gong to pound. Ron was slightly miffed at Fred and George, who had " accidentally" given him a bottle of toxic lotion that made purple dots appear and bubble on his face, and Hermione and Harry were not helping his mood by covering their chuckles with loud, unrealistic sneezes. As a massive, purple boil appeared between Ron's brows, Harry couldn't help the fit of giggles that escaped his lips. At this, Ron exploded, no pun intended. " Shut up, you prick, I didn't choke miself when mi main mon 'Arry pooped out seashells afta just a tink of a sampling of Puttenberry last week," Ron said irritably. " Tsk, 'Arry, that's like, American disgusting, " Hermione said, a look between disgust and strange admiration on her brown face, as Ron and Harry chortled Mon, why de cosmos does it smell like Banana Beer out here?," said a blushing Harry, trying to switch to a more comfortable subject. " ' Prolly the sevies shore party last night, I heard they really let them fros down. Banana Beer, Fungo's Fried Fritters, even got some of them uh, marsh-e-mallows from the mainland. Craziness baby, crazy. " Ron commented. " I zink that unsupervised partying iz no reason to take of your sunblock, Ron. It iz a dangerous practice. I mean, there are thousands of drugs going around; Jimmies, Neptunes, Rextasy, and even Bob Marleys, said Hermione disapprovingly, wiping miniscule spots of her rainbow robe. The three sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the nearby island village of Hogmedi awaken and prepare for the hustle and bustle of another hot Jamaica day. As the gong sounded, Harry and Hermione dragged a reluctant Ron into the Great Bungalow. Embarrassed of his purple boils, Ron wanted to eat his morning custard outside. It turned out that Ron was very glad that he had chosen to brave the whispers and the particularly nasty sneers of Slytherins Draco Monfoy, D. Crabbe, and Soiled Goyle. When the meal was over, and the last bit of non- alcoholic mango rum drunk, D Mon rose for an announcement. His eyes, though usually twinkling like the Aurora Borealis, now looked sad and droopy. He raised his hands for silence, and was immediately obeyed. " On did beautiful island day, I carry both sad and glad tidings. Today, we vill announce the zeven who must journey long and hard to recover the Sacred Cocoanut. Now, it was not I who zelected those who must leave us, but their own hearts. The brave zeven will now be announced. All bodies in the Great Bungalow stopped moving, as D Mon began. " The first person called iz Ms. Apola Prega of de sixth year and Ravenclaw cabana." Harry joined the clapping as a smiling Apola took a mock bow, and took her place next to D Mon. This wasn't the first time Harry or any of the Gryffindor mons had noticed Apola, she was hard to miss with her shiny shoulder-length auburn hair, and uncommon purple eyes bordered by curly black lashes. " Te second person shall be Jasper Kamari originally of the Hufflepuff cabana, but now from de Slytherin cabana." A muscular boy with dark brown skin, dreads, and blue eyes sauntered over to Apola and D Mon. " I didn't know Jasper was from both? How can that mon be from two cabanas, Hairball?" " Dunno Ron, maybe he got kicked out of one," Harry replied. " Third, let us velcome Ms. Hermione Granger to this quest. Ms. Granger is of the Gryffindor cabana, and in the fifth year. Hermione rose from her chair without a backward glance at two very shocked mons, and walked briskly to the front of the Great Bungalow amid cheers from the most of the room. " Please welcome Meg Clearwater, of Ravenclaw", D Mon's voice announced, as Meg skipped up the steps to the stage in the front of the Great Bungalow. She smiled at the serious group, and waved to her older sister, Penelope, who was looking very tearful. "Demorior Prism of Slytherin vill be the fourth." A seventh-year boy rose, and walked toward the podium with his head held high. He had high cheekbones, a Roman nose, and curly brown hair that matched his cocoa skin easily.
Harry was still staring at Demorior when Ron rose. Harry didn't realize what was happening until his mon was standing next to Hermione, looking very red underneath his purple spots. " I give you Ron Weasely, of Gryffindor cabana. He makes six," D Mon's voice shook Harry from his stupor, and Harry began to worry. What was he playing at? He could walk away from danger. He could escape Lord Voldermort's wrath if he didn't go on this quest. He wouldn't have to watch people close to him like Ron and Hermione feel pain and fatigue. All he had to do was say no when his name was called. " Harry Potter," D Mon's voice echoed in Harry's ears, but Harry didn't rise. He didn't want to face any more pain. He had had more than enough of his fair share. No way, Harry told himself, no way would he seek more suffering.
As he looked around the Great Bungalow at all the dark faces staring at him, Harry's heart gave a little thump. So many mons and womons looked at him hopefully. They need me, Harry realized, they need me and I must do what I can, even if it means coming face to face with Voldermon. He could not disappoint his homies. Harry Potter rose from his chair, and walked to the front of the room, his hand shaking inside the pockets of his robe. " I give you Harry Potter of Gryffindor cabana," D Mon said as the Great Bungalow erupted into cheers, beaming proudly at Harry, his eyes twinkling beneath his shades. " Three cheers for da Fellowship of the Sacred Cocoanut," Fred cried. " Hurray for the Cocoanutters! Their chants were quickly picked up by all in the Great Bungalow, as the multitude of people in tie-dyed robes began to chant. "Hip Hip Boo Ya!" "Hip Hip Boo Ya!" "Hip Hip Boo Ya!" " Hurray for the Cocoanutters".
A/N: Read and Review, you awesome mons and womons! Thank You!