Crazy Quest 3: Destination Dumbledore
Writer's Note: Sorry you've all been waiting for my new story, but I had some problems on logging in.. anyway, time to get back on my nutty story! Enjoy, and don't forget to review! All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except Dushan. ///////////
The Australian Ministry of Magic gave them the portkey (which was a toy kangaroo) that would take them to Borneo, once they had cleaned up from the sewer.
All of our friends touched the toy, and were immediately departed. Severus landed in an exotic bush, Dushan and Sibyl landed on the solid ground that was covered by maggots, while Filch landed on a branch of a very tall tree. They were in a jungle.
'Where is Hagrid?' wondered Filch, but his question was soon answered.
Hagrid appeared out of nowhere, and fell onto Filch, making the branch crack under their weight and fall onto the ground, joining the maggots. Obviously, Hagrid touched the portkey later.
'Never do that again!' screeched Filch.
They all got up, and faced one way.
'Well...it's ah jungle. . . .' Murmured Hagrid.
'Hagrid, stop prodding me in the back!' grumbled Filch.
'It wasn't meh!' defended Hagrid.
They slowly turned around, and were met eye with eye with a wild Borneo jungle tribe, holding spears.
Filch screamed.
Severus and Dushan went for their wands, but were shocked that they were not here!
'We lost them in the jungle!' whispered Dushan.
'Wonderful!' groaned Severus,' now we are captured!'
They were pushed forward, with the tribe right behind them, prodding the spears into their backs. They walked and walked, until they came upon a little village, where there was a whole crowd waiting for them.
The chief stood at the front.
'You visitors?' he asked.
'You speak English?' asked Severus incredulously.
'Of course,' smiled the chief,' I was taught by passengers by.'
'Erm..well, can you tell them to let us go?' inquired Dushan,' These spears are really sharp.'
'Thank you for the compliment about our spears,' smiled even more the chief,' but, we cannot let you go. We will give you the honor to be our lunch!'
'Oh dear!' went green Hagrid.
'Being somebody's lunch isn't an honor, you know!' said Filch.
The chief stared at them.
'Don't worry, we have already got one of your friends in the pot, so you won't be lonely,' said the chief.
Severus furrowed his brow.
'Friends? What friends?' asked Severus.
'Oh, you will meet him, he is such a nice fellow...' Wandered off the chief.
The chief motioned the guards to take them to the pot. As they went towards it, they were meat-err, met by one of their friends in it...
'Hello!' squeaked Flitwick in the pot,' jump in, it's so nice and warm!'
'Frederick! What are you doing here?' gasped Severus. * I know Flitwick's name is Fidelus, but ever since I was writing these series, I have always called him Frederick. It won't have sense to change now then, would it? *
'Oh, I have just been passing by to deliver you this message!' said Flitwick.
'How did you know about the messages, we didn't tell anyone!' frowned Severus.
'Because I was the person who was giving you the messages!' answered Flitwick carelessly.
'YOU WHAT?' they all yelled in unison.
'How did you know...' Spluttered Sibyl.
'Well, as you may have noticed, I wasn't at the staff meeting, nobody notices me anymore,' sighed Flitwick,' I was kidnapped with Albus, and barely escaped. I couldn't come out, because I would be caught, so I sent you clues. Sorry, if I took you around the world, it was so fun!'
'I should have known!' claimed Filch, ' you always wrote bad poetry!'
'And you spent us time!' chimed in Sibyl.
'Yes, I'm sorry,' lowered his head Flitwick, but suddenly, his eyes gleamed,' would you like to come into this hot bath?'
'NO!!!!' they all yelled.
'Fine,' sighed Flitwick.
He took out his wand from his robes (yes, he was dressed even in the hot water. This is PG-13! No nudity allowed! Shudder!)
Flitwick got out of the 'bath' and went to the friends.
'You're leaving?' asked the chief, heartbroken.
'Afraid so,' answered Flitwick,' but I had a nice bath. See you!'
Once all our friends clung onto Flitwick, they Apparated.
The chief looked around.
'Go, get some food!' he ordered the hunters, as they resumed their ordinary, cannibalistic lives.
Writer's Note: Sorry you've all been waiting for my new story, but I had some problems on logging in.. anyway, time to get back on my nutty story! Enjoy, and don't forget to review! All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except Dushan. ///////////
The Australian Ministry of Magic gave them the portkey (which was a toy kangaroo) that would take them to Borneo, once they had cleaned up from the sewer.
All of our friends touched the toy, and were immediately departed. Severus landed in an exotic bush, Dushan and Sibyl landed on the solid ground that was covered by maggots, while Filch landed on a branch of a very tall tree. They were in a jungle.
'Where is Hagrid?' wondered Filch, but his question was soon answered.
Hagrid appeared out of nowhere, and fell onto Filch, making the branch crack under their weight and fall onto the ground, joining the maggots. Obviously, Hagrid touched the portkey later.
'Never do that again!' screeched Filch.
They all got up, and faced one way.
'Well...it's ah jungle. . . .' Murmured Hagrid.
'Hagrid, stop prodding me in the back!' grumbled Filch.
'It wasn't meh!' defended Hagrid.
They slowly turned around, and were met eye with eye with a wild Borneo jungle tribe, holding spears.
Filch screamed.
Severus and Dushan went for their wands, but were shocked that they were not here!
'We lost them in the jungle!' whispered Dushan.
'Wonderful!' groaned Severus,' now we are captured!'
They were pushed forward, with the tribe right behind them, prodding the spears into their backs. They walked and walked, until they came upon a little village, where there was a whole crowd waiting for them.
The chief stood at the front.
'You visitors?' he asked.
'You speak English?' asked Severus incredulously.
'Of course,' smiled the chief,' I was taught by passengers by.'
'Erm..well, can you tell them to let us go?' inquired Dushan,' These spears are really sharp.'
'Thank you for the compliment about our spears,' smiled even more the chief,' but, we cannot let you go. We will give you the honor to be our lunch!'
'Oh dear!' went green Hagrid.
'Being somebody's lunch isn't an honor, you know!' said Filch.
The chief stared at them.
'Don't worry, we have already got one of your friends in the pot, so you won't be lonely,' said the chief.
Severus furrowed his brow.
'Friends? What friends?' asked Severus.
'Oh, you will meet him, he is such a nice fellow...' Wandered off the chief.
The chief motioned the guards to take them to the pot. As they went towards it, they were meat-err, met by one of their friends in it...
'Hello!' squeaked Flitwick in the pot,' jump in, it's so nice and warm!'
'Frederick! What are you doing here?' gasped Severus. * I know Flitwick's name is Fidelus, but ever since I was writing these series, I have always called him Frederick. It won't have sense to change now then, would it? *
'Oh, I have just been passing by to deliver you this message!' said Flitwick.
'How did you know about the messages, we didn't tell anyone!' frowned Severus.
'Because I was the person who was giving you the messages!' answered Flitwick carelessly.
'YOU WHAT?' they all yelled in unison.
'How did you know...' Spluttered Sibyl.
'Well, as you may have noticed, I wasn't at the staff meeting, nobody notices me anymore,' sighed Flitwick,' I was kidnapped with Albus, and barely escaped. I couldn't come out, because I would be caught, so I sent you clues. Sorry, if I took you around the world, it was so fun!'
'I should have known!' claimed Filch, ' you always wrote bad poetry!'
'And you spent us time!' chimed in Sibyl.
'Yes, I'm sorry,' lowered his head Flitwick, but suddenly, his eyes gleamed,' would you like to come into this hot bath?'
'NO!!!!' they all yelled.
'Fine,' sighed Flitwick.
He took out his wand from his robes (yes, he was dressed even in the hot water. This is PG-13! No nudity allowed! Shudder!)
Flitwick got out of the 'bath' and went to the friends.
'You're leaving?' asked the chief, heartbroken.
'Afraid so,' answered Flitwick,' but I had a nice bath. See you!'
Once all our friends clung onto Flitwick, they Apparated.
The chief looked around.
'Go, get some food!' he ordered the hunters, as they resumed their ordinary, cannibalistic lives.