O u t o f C h a r a c t e r ~
By Maia C. Lark
Disclaimer Thingy ~ Harry Potter and all other characters in this story are copyrighted by JK Rowling...yeah, that's right, except for the superbly tremendously annoying cheesy plot! Which of course, belongs to - you guessed it - MWA!
A/N: *grimace* I KNOW this has taken me forever to put up, but then again my computer crashed in the middle of writing this thing, and I got completely discouraged so I kept putting it off... But oh well! You want to read the story, right? Okay folks...
Two ~ Into the Fire
Harry walked quickly down the corridor to his first class and stopped. Immediately behind him, Ron and Hermione, who were conversing about the morning's events, slammed into him.
"Gee, why'd you stop?" complained a literally floored Ron as he scrambled up to get his books.
Harry ignored him. "I've been thinking -"
"For a change," Ron muttered. He looked grumpily at Hermione and saw that she was nodding and following Harry's every word. He rolled his eyes.
Harry ignored him again. "As quite plainly the leader of this gang -"
Ron snorted.
"That maybe I should -"
"Get on with it, I'm getting old, here," complained Ron loudly.
At this remark, Harry shot a glance of deadly venom at Ron. Ron immediately stopped and stared back at him. "Fine, be that way," he muttered under his breath.
"Harry, ignore him, he will be just fine in a second. I want to know what you're saying." That was Hermione, and she was smiling so sweetly and innocently that Harry was startled. Was that genuine?
"Well, maybe we could fix things by stripping, running around and screaming through the Great Hall like maniacs, and then diving into the bottomless abyss which is incorrectly labeled as: The Lake."
Hermione gawked. Ron snorted. Harry noticed Ron was increasingly behaving and acting like a psychologically disturbed pig.
"Oink, I mean, OY!" shouted Ron. "That thing has a name you know: social suicide. Maybe we should FIND MY RAT FIRST!"
"Ron, you don't have a rat."
"Shut up, Hermione!" snarled an exasperated Ron. "I mean: let's find SCABBERS!"
Harry looked confused. "But Scabbers is gone, Ron. He ran away to his Daddy, remember?" He explained this as if he were explaining to a little kid that his pet had gotten lost and would never come back.
"DAMN YOU IDIOT PEAHEADS! I MEANT...meant..." Ron looked around and whispered, "Eter-pay Ettigrew-pay." He looked entirely pleased with himself.
"I don't know Pig Latin," said Hermione simply.
"EUREKA! I know what he's saying!" Harry said smugly.
All of the sudden, a small cloaked figure stumbled up the deserted corridor ahead of them. Hermione stared stupidly at the rapidly approaching person before her brain slowly received the message.
"Hey, uh, guys..."
But before they could turn around, the person had his hands wrapped tightly across both of the boys' mouths. Harry made a muffled whimper. Ron bit the person.
"HOLY SHITAKI MUSHROOMS!"
The mysterious figure in the cloak flew backwards and landed on his rear. The hood slipped down, revealing...
"OHMYGOSH WORMTAIL!" Harry then commenced to scream like a baby.
"Arrr... shaddup," said an annoyed Wormtail, a.k.a. Peter Pettigrew and Scabbers
Hermione, surprisingly, seemed to have recovered from the initial shock first, so she said, "Turn us back."
Peter looked slightly confused, then his face contorted into a nasty grin. "Ah, I don' care. You see," and here he puffed up his chest proudly, as far as you can puff a chest out while sitting on your butt on a cold stone floor, "I'm not affected at all by that thing-ma-bob, as I was the button- presser."
The three friends gaped in horror. "You mean," stammered Harry, "that the whole world was affected except YOU?"
Peter chuckled. "Nope. The Thing-ma-Bob only extends the brain-reversing waves for a ten-mile, all around radius."
They all stared at him. Then Ron tackled him to the floor, succeeding in biting into Wormtail's bare leg.
"GIVE...ME..." Ron panted, as he dived for a suspicious looking bag Peter had been carrying.
Finally, Ron snatched up a gadget-thingy and pressed a large black button.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!" Pettigrew wailed in despair and agony, just as...
ZZZAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!!!! FFFWWWWOOOOOSSHHHHH!!!!!!! SSSSCCCCRRRRREEEECCCHHHH!!!!!
Then, another ringing silence.
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Ginny Weasley was walking down a quiet hall, when, as she rounded a corner, she spied her brother's arch-nemesis...
"Ginny?" whispered Draco Malfoy.
"Ohh, Draco!" moaned Ginny.
"MMWWAA!!!! Mwa-mwa-mwa..." They found themselves in the middle of a passionate make-out session.
All of the sudden, the lights flickered and went dim. A funny screeching noise echoed through the castle walls.
Draco: What was that, Ginny hun- AHHHHH!!!!!!
Ginny: NO! Don't tell me...
Draco: ...We're talking...
Ginny and Draco: ...IN SCRIPT?!
Draco: (proceeds to scream like a little girl)
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A/N: Like? Review! Don't like? Well...tell me how I can improve!
Disclaimer Thingy ~ Harry Potter and all other characters in this story are copyrighted by JK Rowling...yeah, that's right, except for the superbly tremendously annoying cheesy plot! Which of course, belongs to - you guessed it - MWA!
A/N: *grimace* I KNOW this has taken me forever to put up, but then again my computer crashed in the middle of writing this thing, and I got completely discouraged so I kept putting it off... But oh well! You want to read the story, right? Okay folks...
Two ~ Into the Fire
Harry walked quickly down the corridor to his first class and stopped. Immediately behind him, Ron and Hermione, who were conversing about the morning's events, slammed into him.
"Gee, why'd you stop?" complained a literally floored Ron as he scrambled up to get his books.
Harry ignored him. "I've been thinking -"
"For a change," Ron muttered. He looked grumpily at Hermione and saw that she was nodding and following Harry's every word. He rolled his eyes.
Harry ignored him again. "As quite plainly the leader of this gang -"
Ron snorted.
"That maybe I should -"
"Get on with it, I'm getting old, here," complained Ron loudly.
At this remark, Harry shot a glance of deadly venom at Ron. Ron immediately stopped and stared back at him. "Fine, be that way," he muttered under his breath.
"Harry, ignore him, he will be just fine in a second. I want to know what you're saying." That was Hermione, and she was smiling so sweetly and innocently that Harry was startled. Was that genuine?
"Well, maybe we could fix things by stripping, running around and screaming through the Great Hall like maniacs, and then diving into the bottomless abyss which is incorrectly labeled as: The Lake."
Hermione gawked. Ron snorted. Harry noticed Ron was increasingly behaving and acting like a psychologically disturbed pig.
"Oink, I mean, OY!" shouted Ron. "That thing has a name you know: social suicide. Maybe we should FIND MY RAT FIRST!"
"Ron, you don't have a rat."
"Shut up, Hermione!" snarled an exasperated Ron. "I mean: let's find SCABBERS!"
Harry looked confused. "But Scabbers is gone, Ron. He ran away to his Daddy, remember?" He explained this as if he were explaining to a little kid that his pet had gotten lost and would never come back.
"DAMN YOU IDIOT PEAHEADS! I MEANT...meant..." Ron looked around and whispered, "Eter-pay Ettigrew-pay." He looked entirely pleased with himself.
"I don't know Pig Latin," said Hermione simply.
"EUREKA! I know what he's saying!" Harry said smugly.
All of the sudden, a small cloaked figure stumbled up the deserted corridor ahead of them. Hermione stared stupidly at the rapidly approaching person before her brain slowly received the message.
"Hey, uh, guys..."
But before they could turn around, the person had his hands wrapped tightly across both of the boys' mouths. Harry made a muffled whimper. Ron bit the person.
"HOLY SHITAKI MUSHROOMS!"
The mysterious figure in the cloak flew backwards and landed on his rear. The hood slipped down, revealing...
"OHMYGOSH WORMTAIL!" Harry then commenced to scream like a baby.
"Arrr... shaddup," said an annoyed Wormtail, a.k.a. Peter Pettigrew and Scabbers
Hermione, surprisingly, seemed to have recovered from the initial shock first, so she said, "Turn us back."
Peter looked slightly confused, then his face contorted into a nasty grin. "Ah, I don' care. You see," and here he puffed up his chest proudly, as far as you can puff a chest out while sitting on your butt on a cold stone floor, "I'm not affected at all by that thing-ma-bob, as I was the button- presser."
The three friends gaped in horror. "You mean," stammered Harry, "that the whole world was affected except YOU?"
Peter chuckled. "Nope. The Thing-ma-Bob only extends the brain-reversing waves for a ten-mile, all around radius."
They all stared at him. Then Ron tackled him to the floor, succeeding in biting into Wormtail's bare leg.
"GIVE...ME..." Ron panted, as he dived for a suspicious looking bag Peter had been carrying.
Finally, Ron snatched up a gadget-thingy and pressed a large black button.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!" Pettigrew wailed in despair and agony, just as...
ZZZAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!!!! FFFWWWWOOOOOSSHHHHH!!!!!!! SSSSCCCCRRRRREEEECCCHHHH!!!!!
Then, another ringing silence.
~~~~
Ginny Weasley was walking down a quiet hall, when, as she rounded a corner, she spied her brother's arch-nemesis...
"Ginny?" whispered Draco Malfoy.
"Ohh, Draco!" moaned Ginny.
"MMWWAA!!!! Mwa-mwa-mwa..." They found themselves in the middle of a passionate make-out session.
All of the sudden, the lights flickered and went dim. A funny screeching noise echoed through the castle walls.
Draco: What was that, Ginny hun- AHHHHH!!!!!!
Ginny: NO! Don't tell me...
Draco: ...We're talking...
Ginny and Draco: ...IN SCRIPT?!
Draco: (proceeds to scream like a little girl)
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A/N: Like? Review! Don't like? Well...tell me how I can improve!