Chapter 8: A Meeting
Sculder trudged across the field early the next morning. She sat on a stone bench beside a pot of daises. "Ah," she sighed, hoping that Moldy would be there soon. Ms. Sculder looked around, hoping Dumbledore wouldn't catch her, because obviously she wasn't doing the chores. Dianne tapped her wand on her knee; sort of hoping Moldy would show up sooner or later.
So, of course, in a matter of minutes, Sculder spied Moldy trudging across the field, himself. He had a desolate look upon his face, and the rings around his eyes looked darker than usual. Falcon Moldy made his way toward the little stone bench where Sculder sat. "You had some evidence you wanted to show me, Scully?" Moldy asked, not using his partner's alias.
"Yeah, Mulder. A couple of nights ago this kid took me down to the dungeons, and he led me to this drug stash," Scully replied.
Mulder yawned, "That's all? You woke me up just because of a secret drug stash!"
"Your beginning to sound like me, Mulder!" Scully snapped.
"Keep your voice down! Listen, last night, the boys told me some stories of how Harry Potter's defeated the dark lord. He did it, like five times!" Mulder whispered.
"Ah! So that's why Draco doesn't like him! Draco works for Volde- I mean the dark lord," Scully murmured.
Mulder nodded his head. "Scully, we have to make an arrest for Voldemort. Who knows how long he's had this drug stash. And this Draco guy is so obviously in on it! We've gotta get Harry."
Scully stared at him, "Okay. I, uh, I'll meet you in the Great Hall in five minutes." The two undercover agents quickly walked back toward the castle, hoping that soon Mr. Harry Potter would help them defeat the dark lord once and for all.
Back in the Griffindor boys' dorms, there lay Harry, asleep in his four- poster bed. His nose whistled every time he exhaled, and each time he inhaled, you could hear bubbling snot in his nose. Most of the other boys had already gotten up, had their showers and made their way down to the common room, but Harry was a lazy boy, so he slept in.
Instantly, in burst professor Moldy, crying to Harry, "Get up! Get up!" and hassling the boy until he opened his sleepy little eyes. "Come on, Harry! There's no time to loose!" Moldy grabbed the half-asleep teenager who was still not quite sure what they were doing, and dragged him down to the Great Hall where Sculder waited impatiently with Draco by her side.
"What the fuck is he doing here!" Harry cried, suddenly realizing that he was facing his worst enemy.
"He's going to lead us down to the dungeons so we can arrest the bastard with the drug stash!" Sculder explained, giving them her 'there's no time to loose' look.
Harry stared at the three other people in astonishment. "You idiots! Ron, Hermione and I could've led you down there easily! What the hell were you thinking! Draco Malfoy will just try to fuck with you!" The boy looked steamed.
Sculder whispered to Moldy, "Maybe we should've just brought the slut and lover boy."
Moldy nodded. "Too late now, Sculder, we don't even know where they are." Suddenly, Harry spied a red-haired teenaged boy running down the staircase.
"Hey, look! It's Ron!" Harry cried.
"No! Professor Sculder! Don't go down there! I don't want it to hurt you!" Ron yelled making his way quickly toward the minute professor. The boy hugged her, and Sculder couldn't help but feel weird about it. "You're the only woman I've ever loved!"
"I, uh. Ron, I don't think I can, you know... Return that one..." Sculder began.
"But, but why?" Ron cried, wiping a single tear off his freckled cheek.
"Ron, no matter what age I look like to you, I'm forty-five. I don't think marrying you is legal, even if I wanted to."
"I never said I thought you were younger!" Sculder gave him a look of anger. "I, I didn't mean it like that!"
"Ron, I'll see you later, okay?" Sculder said, and planted a warm, pink kiss on his head.
Ron blushed, "Be careful!" he called to them, as he watched his friends walk off down the corridor.
End of Chapter 8
=== Squashed Scully in the next chapter! ===
Sculder trudged across the field early the next morning. She sat on a stone bench beside a pot of daises. "Ah," she sighed, hoping that Moldy would be there soon. Ms. Sculder looked around, hoping Dumbledore wouldn't catch her, because obviously she wasn't doing the chores. Dianne tapped her wand on her knee; sort of hoping Moldy would show up sooner or later.
So, of course, in a matter of minutes, Sculder spied Moldy trudging across the field, himself. He had a desolate look upon his face, and the rings around his eyes looked darker than usual. Falcon Moldy made his way toward the little stone bench where Sculder sat. "You had some evidence you wanted to show me, Scully?" Moldy asked, not using his partner's alias.
"Yeah, Mulder. A couple of nights ago this kid took me down to the dungeons, and he led me to this drug stash," Scully replied.
Mulder yawned, "That's all? You woke me up just because of a secret drug stash!"
"Your beginning to sound like me, Mulder!" Scully snapped.
"Keep your voice down! Listen, last night, the boys told me some stories of how Harry Potter's defeated the dark lord. He did it, like five times!" Mulder whispered.
"Ah! So that's why Draco doesn't like him! Draco works for Volde- I mean the dark lord," Scully murmured.
Mulder nodded his head. "Scully, we have to make an arrest for Voldemort. Who knows how long he's had this drug stash. And this Draco guy is so obviously in on it! We've gotta get Harry."
Scully stared at him, "Okay. I, uh, I'll meet you in the Great Hall in five minutes." The two undercover agents quickly walked back toward the castle, hoping that soon Mr. Harry Potter would help them defeat the dark lord once and for all.
Back in the Griffindor boys' dorms, there lay Harry, asleep in his four- poster bed. His nose whistled every time he exhaled, and each time he inhaled, you could hear bubbling snot in his nose. Most of the other boys had already gotten up, had their showers and made their way down to the common room, but Harry was a lazy boy, so he slept in.
Instantly, in burst professor Moldy, crying to Harry, "Get up! Get up!" and hassling the boy until he opened his sleepy little eyes. "Come on, Harry! There's no time to loose!" Moldy grabbed the half-asleep teenager who was still not quite sure what they were doing, and dragged him down to the Great Hall where Sculder waited impatiently with Draco by her side.
"What the fuck is he doing here!" Harry cried, suddenly realizing that he was facing his worst enemy.
"He's going to lead us down to the dungeons so we can arrest the bastard with the drug stash!" Sculder explained, giving them her 'there's no time to loose' look.
Harry stared at the three other people in astonishment. "You idiots! Ron, Hermione and I could've led you down there easily! What the hell were you thinking! Draco Malfoy will just try to fuck with you!" The boy looked steamed.
Sculder whispered to Moldy, "Maybe we should've just brought the slut and lover boy."
Moldy nodded. "Too late now, Sculder, we don't even know where they are." Suddenly, Harry spied a red-haired teenaged boy running down the staircase.
"Hey, look! It's Ron!" Harry cried.
"No! Professor Sculder! Don't go down there! I don't want it to hurt you!" Ron yelled making his way quickly toward the minute professor. The boy hugged her, and Sculder couldn't help but feel weird about it. "You're the only woman I've ever loved!"
"I, uh. Ron, I don't think I can, you know... Return that one..." Sculder began.
"But, but why?" Ron cried, wiping a single tear off his freckled cheek.
"Ron, no matter what age I look like to you, I'm forty-five. I don't think marrying you is legal, even if I wanted to."
"I never said I thought you were younger!" Sculder gave him a look of anger. "I, I didn't mean it like that!"
"Ron, I'll see you later, okay?" Sculder said, and planted a warm, pink kiss on his head.
Ron blushed, "Be careful!" he called to them, as he watched his friends walk off down the corridor.
End of Chapter 8
=== Squashed Scully in the next chapter! ===