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By Caileo Loup-Garou and his imaginary duck, Wilbert.
When we last left off, there was chaos in Harry's room. Well, guess what? There's still chaos in Harry's room. *winks* You didn't REALLY think that I'd stop the chaos, did you? Good. 'Cause it ain't stoppin' any time soon.
Oh yeah, and I'm the narrator in this one. Was I the narrator in the last one? I don't remember . . . Oh well.
(It begins here)
Are you paying attention? I'm gonna start the story!
Ready?
Okiday, I'll stop being annoying. Ahem! *narrates in a deep Transylvanian accent* It was a dark, and stormy night . . . Harry and the rest of the loony people were camping outside, deep in the woods . . . BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *coughs* Ahem. Anyway, Harry and Ron were sharing a tent, when suddenly a scream arose from a tent far away from theirs. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *clears throat* Sorry. All of a sudden Ron said, 'Holy Pickles!' Harry jumped up, ready to defend the damsel in distress.
'I'll save you!' Both of them ran out of their tent and stopped in horror as they gazed up at a giant Oak tree. Fourteen Voodoo dolls were hanging on several of the long, skeletal branches, creaking in the howling wind (it is getting scary now, is it not?).
'Harry, Ron, help me!' Hermione was screaming, trying to free the grasp of a ghostly figure holding her still. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough* I swallowed my mint.
'Hermione, don't panic! We're coming to save you!' Ron and Harry dashed forward, ready to risk their lives for the know-it-all girl that we all know and love. Ahhhhhh . . . How brave! All of a sudden, the ghostly figure raises on hand and grabs a Voodoo doll from the tree, and slices it's head of with one of it's knife-like fingernails. Ewwww, gross! Ron fell down behind Harry, temperamentally paralyzed from the Voodoo slayer. Harry ran gallantly forward, not really knowing what he would do once he reached the big meanie.
Of course, this story isn't going to stay this scary, because of course, I don't write like that unless I'm possessed by Edgar Allen Poe. It does happen sometimes, you know. You're just jealous the voices don't talk to you.
So, all of a sudden Sirius comes running out of a tent screaming something about atomic potatoes, and then it happens. First, he steps on a rake and gets knocked out (yes, I know how lame that is.). Then, the bowl of Purple Toadstools and Hot Magenta Cheerios he had been holding came flying out of his hands and landed on the ghostly figure kidnapping Hermione and hitting Harry on the head with a Voodoo doll of himself. SPLAT! The radioactive gooey substance drips down his face . . . And now to reveal the kidnapper: Draco Malfoy! Malfoy glares at Sirius, 'Oh shucks, you caught me.'
So, now that we found out who was going to murder Hermione . . . Who set up the Voodoo dolls? Harry and Hermione look behind the large Oak tree to find Voldemort scrunched over, looking at something. 'Winifred! How could you? I thought I could trust you . . .'
'Charlie, our relationship wasn't going anywhere, I had to do it!'
'But Winifred . . .'
'Charlie, I want I divorce!'
So, who made the Voodoo dolls? Did Hermione catch loony fever from Malfoy? Is Ron alive? Will Winifred and Charlie's relationship survive? Keep checking back here to find out!
Disclaimer: Um . . . Uh . . . Who's Harry Potter? *sobs* No, I don't own him . . . But! I do own some things! I own myself, Caileo Loup-Garou, Wilbert the Duck, my deep Transylvanian accent, Winifred and Charlie (Voldemort's sock puppets), and the Purple Toadstools and Hot Magenta Cheerios cooked for 45 minutes in a bowl of fluff mentioned in the previous chapter (hence the name). I do not own Harry Potter, all of JK Rowling's other characters, the phrase '*cough* I swallowed my mint.' Belongs to a game called 'Third Grade Adventures', and oh yes. The phrase at the top of the page belongs to Angelfire web pages. It comes up when a page is temporarily disabled.
A/N: So, how'd you like this chapter? I really enjoyed writing it, and I'm sure you'll enjoy REVIEWING it. Right? Right. Anyway, I'm going to thank those of you that were nice enough to review:
Pyro: Thanks, I like to make funny things!
Cariel: Yeah, evil villains are very misunderstood. I enjoy making them a lot different than they appear in the books.
Katani Petitedra: Oh yes, my fellow insane author half-human person thingy . . . I'm in the big leagues now, bwahahahahhaha! I'm so glad you like it! &) Whoa . . . I've never made that smilie face before . . . How about this one?
@@@:) It's Marge Simpson!
NoComment: *evil laughter* Yes . . . Crazy is good!
Ivory Tower: Funny shall rain supreme! *thunder clouds appear* Oops, gotta watch my grammar!
Happy Furry Llama: I LOVE POTATOES! GIVE ME ONE!
The Happy Rodent: Why thank you! Yes, show it to all of your friendses!
Shortsighted Evil: What?! I can't eat you? NO!
Once again, thank you for the nice reviews, and if you review again, I'll be sure to include your name here in my next chapter.
Enter Chosen Title Here
By Caileo Loup-Garou and his imaginary duck, Wilbert.
When we last left off, there was chaos in Harry's room. Well, guess what? There's still chaos in Harry's room. *winks* You didn't REALLY think that I'd stop the chaos, did you? Good. 'Cause it ain't stoppin' any time soon.
Oh yeah, and I'm the narrator in this one. Was I the narrator in the last one? I don't remember . . . Oh well.
(It begins here)
Are you paying attention? I'm gonna start the story!
Ready?
Okiday, I'll stop being annoying. Ahem! *narrates in a deep Transylvanian accent* It was a dark, and stormy night . . . Harry and the rest of the loony people were camping outside, deep in the woods . . . BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *coughs* Ahem. Anyway, Harry and Ron were sharing a tent, when suddenly a scream arose from a tent far away from theirs. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *clears throat* Sorry. All of a sudden Ron said, 'Holy Pickles!' Harry jumped up, ready to defend the damsel in distress.
'I'll save you!' Both of them ran out of their tent and stopped in horror as they gazed up at a giant Oak tree. Fourteen Voodoo dolls were hanging on several of the long, skeletal branches, creaking in the howling wind (it is getting scary now, is it not?).
'Harry, Ron, help me!' Hermione was screaming, trying to free the grasp of a ghostly figure holding her still. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough* I swallowed my mint.
'Hermione, don't panic! We're coming to save you!' Ron and Harry dashed forward, ready to risk their lives for the know-it-all girl that we all know and love. Ahhhhhh . . . How brave! All of a sudden, the ghostly figure raises on hand and grabs a Voodoo doll from the tree, and slices it's head of with one of it's knife-like fingernails. Ewwww, gross! Ron fell down behind Harry, temperamentally paralyzed from the Voodoo slayer. Harry ran gallantly forward, not really knowing what he would do once he reached the big meanie.
Of course, this story isn't going to stay this scary, because of course, I don't write like that unless I'm possessed by Edgar Allen Poe. It does happen sometimes, you know. You're just jealous the voices don't talk to you.
So, all of a sudden Sirius comes running out of a tent screaming something about atomic potatoes, and then it happens. First, he steps on a rake and gets knocked out (yes, I know how lame that is.). Then, the bowl of Purple Toadstools and Hot Magenta Cheerios he had been holding came flying out of his hands and landed on the ghostly figure kidnapping Hermione and hitting Harry on the head with a Voodoo doll of himself. SPLAT! The radioactive gooey substance drips down his face . . . And now to reveal the kidnapper: Draco Malfoy! Malfoy glares at Sirius, 'Oh shucks, you caught me.'
So, now that we found out who was going to murder Hermione . . . Who set up the Voodoo dolls? Harry and Hermione look behind the large Oak tree to find Voldemort scrunched over, looking at something. 'Winifred! How could you? I thought I could trust you . . .'
'Charlie, our relationship wasn't going anywhere, I had to do it!'
'But Winifred . . .'
'Charlie, I want I divorce!'
So, who made the Voodoo dolls? Did Hermione catch loony fever from Malfoy? Is Ron alive? Will Winifred and Charlie's relationship survive? Keep checking back here to find out!
Disclaimer: Um . . . Uh . . . Who's Harry Potter? *sobs* No, I don't own him . . . But! I do own some things! I own myself, Caileo Loup-Garou, Wilbert the Duck, my deep Transylvanian accent, Winifred and Charlie (Voldemort's sock puppets), and the Purple Toadstools and Hot Magenta Cheerios cooked for 45 minutes in a bowl of fluff mentioned in the previous chapter (hence the name). I do not own Harry Potter, all of JK Rowling's other characters, the phrase '*cough* I swallowed my mint.' Belongs to a game called 'Third Grade Adventures', and oh yes. The phrase at the top of the page belongs to Angelfire web pages. It comes up when a page is temporarily disabled.
A/N: So, how'd you like this chapter? I really enjoyed writing it, and I'm sure you'll enjoy REVIEWING it. Right? Right. Anyway, I'm going to thank those of you that were nice enough to review:
Pyro: Thanks, I like to make funny things!
Cariel: Yeah, evil villains are very misunderstood. I enjoy making them a lot different than they appear in the books.
Katani Petitedra: Oh yes, my fellow insane author half-human person thingy . . . I'm in the big leagues now, bwahahahahhaha! I'm so glad you like it! &) Whoa . . . I've never made that smilie face before . . . How about this one?
@@@:) It's Marge Simpson!
NoComment: *evil laughter* Yes . . . Crazy is good!
Ivory Tower: Funny shall rain supreme! *thunder clouds appear* Oops, gotta watch my grammar!
Happy Furry Llama: I LOVE POTATOES! GIVE ME ONE!
The Happy Rodent: Why thank you! Yes, show it to all of your friendses!
Shortsighted Evil: What?! I can't eat you? NO!
Once again, thank you for the nice reviews, and if you review again, I'll be sure to include your name here in my next chapter.