Hi hi hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, tis me again. Do ye nae know who I am? Of course ye do. Anyways, this tis a cute little idea that popped into me head. Do ye naught like slash? Do nae read. Bluplalenaltne. Tis nae spose to be slash, but who cares?
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Harry tilted his head and looked at the letter with much curiousity. By the looks of it people from all the houses had recieved from. Apparently the letters weren't given out for any particular reason either, they were just randomly dropped off. He gingerly slipped the seal off the envelope and drew out the parchment. It read as such,
Dear young sir or madam,
You have been selected to participate in a competition that happens once every ten years. Participants shall be put into teams. Each team shall have an assigned area. What shall you do in this area? Ah, that would be telling, wouldn't it? Oh, and do not bother asking anybody of this, it is not a known fact. Not even Miss Granger has this information. Now for the fun stuff. The winning team shall be treated to skipping one class of choice, an all expense paid trip to Hogsmeade, a pass from five homework assignments, and one activity of choice to be carried out when chosen. So very vague it could be anything. And I do mean anything.
Any questions you may have shall be answered tonight. Come to Professor Dumbledores office tonight at 7 o'clock.
Harry looked at his friends, confusion on his face. Hermione and Ron both had letters in their hands. A few others, well really fourteen if you counted them, hand letters, also.
"Do you know what this is about?" he questioned.
Hermione's face flushed, "No, after all, like the letter said, I don't know anything about this at all."
"Hm, guess we can just go to Dumbledore's office to find out. The letter said seven."
Just then the owls swooped down again, dropping letters on the same plates.
Hermione took hers up and read it. "Um, it's says to just come on right now. Apparently they've decided that they are very bored."
All over the Great Hall people were rising. A large group form outside the door. Not many people knew where Dumbledore's office is, after all. Soon someone came out who could lead the way. The large mob progressed forward, only to find that there was nobody there. Placed upon the ground beside the stature, however, was a large pile of letters. Each letter had a name on it. Someone took the iniative to hand out the letters. They called out names and handed the letter to the person who claimed it. Draco Malfoy just happened to be one of the names that was called out. Harry looked up sharply as the last of the letters was passed into his hands.
"What the Hell is Malfoy doing here?" cried Ron.
Draco lanquidly turned to the red head. "Oh come now Weasly, I know you have more brains then that. I received one of those ridiculous letters. Frankly I'm curious as to what we shall be doing," he opened the letter and started reading over it. Suddenly his face drained of color. "Oh fucking shit. There is no fucking way I am spending a whole damn week with the fucking wonder trio," he cried in horror.
"What are you talking about Malfoy?"
"Read the damn letter in your hand half wit," Malfoy snarled.
Harry read about as far as Malfoy did, "Shit," he quietly exclaimed.
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Harry tilted his head and looked at the letter with much curiousity. By the looks of it people from all the houses had recieved from. Apparently the letters weren't given out for any particular reason either, they were just randomly dropped off. He gingerly slipped the seal off the envelope and drew out the parchment. It read as such,
Dear young sir or madam,
You have been selected to participate in a competition that happens once every ten years. Participants shall be put into teams. Each team shall have an assigned area. What shall you do in this area? Ah, that would be telling, wouldn't it? Oh, and do not bother asking anybody of this, it is not a known fact. Not even Miss Granger has this information. Now for the fun stuff. The winning team shall be treated to skipping one class of choice, an all expense paid trip to Hogsmeade, a pass from five homework assignments, and one activity of choice to be carried out when chosen. So very vague it could be anything. And I do mean anything.
Any questions you may have shall be answered tonight. Come to Professor Dumbledores office tonight at 7 o'clock.
Harry looked at his friends, confusion on his face. Hermione and Ron both had letters in their hands. A few others, well really fourteen if you counted them, hand letters, also.
"Do you know what this is about?" he questioned.
Hermione's face flushed, "No, after all, like the letter said, I don't know anything about this at all."
"Hm, guess we can just go to Dumbledore's office to find out. The letter said seven."
Just then the owls swooped down again, dropping letters on the same plates.
Hermione took hers up and read it. "Um, it's says to just come on right now. Apparently they've decided that they are very bored."
All over the Great Hall people were rising. A large group form outside the door. Not many people knew where Dumbledore's office is, after all. Soon someone came out who could lead the way. The large mob progressed forward, only to find that there was nobody there. Placed upon the ground beside the stature, however, was a large pile of letters. Each letter had a name on it. Someone took the iniative to hand out the letters. They called out names and handed the letter to the person who claimed it. Draco Malfoy just happened to be one of the names that was called out. Harry looked up sharply as the last of the letters was passed into his hands.
"What the Hell is Malfoy doing here?" cried Ron.
Draco lanquidly turned to the red head. "Oh come now Weasly, I know you have more brains then that. I received one of those ridiculous letters. Frankly I'm curious as to what we shall be doing," he opened the letter and started reading over it. Suddenly his face drained of color. "Oh fucking shit. There is no fucking way I am spending a whole damn week with the fucking wonder trio," he cried in horror.
"What are you talking about Malfoy?"
"Read the damn letter in your hand half wit," Malfoy snarled.
Harry read about as far as Malfoy did, "Shit," he quietly exclaimed.