Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own any of the charries in this parody..
thing. Well, except my Narrator ^_^ But Lily'locks' and the Marauders belong to
J.K. Rowling. Oh, and the Shrieking Shack and Hogsmeade belongs to her too.
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Lilylocks and the Three Marauders
Narrator Person: Ahem, hello there! My name is... Mister Narrator Person! Ahaha.. yes, that's funny isn't it? Well, in case you were wondering a bit about me.. Oh, of course you want to know! Right, well, I am 32-years-old, a man of course, and was born in Arizona. Yes, it is a lovely state indeed, and the Grand Canyon is simply marvelous! Anyhow, I enjoy romantic dinners and long walks on the beach... Oh, and ping-pong! I can play ping-pong! And I'm also pretty good at lawn docks, though croquet is my spec-
Me: *coughs* Ahem! Mister Narrator Person.. no one cares about your life! Now tell the story, or I'll... fire you! Bwaahhahahaaa!!!
Narrator Person: Eep! Okay okay, sorry! Jeesh! *clears throat* Ahem, right, on with the story. Okay, once upon a time, there was a red-haired girl named Lilylocks. A witch, in fact. She was visiting the town of Hogsmeade for the first time, and had decided to explore a bit. She soon approached the Shrieking Shack when an idea struck her...
Lilylocks: Hmm.. I'm not sure why, but I think I'll go inside that spooky-looking house!
Narrator Person: So the stupid gir- Erm, I mean, Lilylocks goes into the Shrieking Shack. And once inside.. she is surprised at what she finds.
Lilylocks: Ooooohhh.. Butterbeers! Goody, I sure am thirsty! *bounces over to the table with the three butterbears on it* Hmmm.. I think I'll drink this one first! *lifts the tankard and begins drinking* *stops suddenly and spits the butterbeer out* Ewwww.. it's too cold! Gross, there are even ice cubes in it!
Narrator Person: So, after replacing the tankard of too cold butterbeer back onto the table, Lilylocks moves onto the next one, thinking that surely that one would taste fine.
Lilylocks: Surely this one will taste fine! *lifts the tankard and takes a drink, but spits it right back out* Ewww.. this is much too old! There's even some mold in it! Yuck.
Narrator Person: And so, with some reluctance, Lilylocks move onto the next tankard. Would this butterbeer contain ice cubes or mold? Or would it be all right? *pauses* Well how should I know? I've only been given half a script! *holds up half of a book* See?
Lilylocks: *frowns at the narrator person, then clears her throat* Ahem.. I sure do hope this butterbeer tastes all right, at least. *picking up the tankard, she slowly sips it* Oh! Why.. it's delicious! It isn't too cold and filled with ice cubes, nor too old and filled with mold! It's juuuust right! *giggling, she hurriedly drinks the rest*
Narrator Person: After drinking so much butterbeer, Lilylocks began to feel tired, so she decided to go look for a place to rest.
Lilylocks: *hums to herself cheerfully while looking around*
Narrator Person: *frowns**clears throat* AHEM.. I said.. Lilylocks was beginning to feel sleepy and decided to go and look for a place to rest...
Lilylocks: Opps, sorry.. Ahem.. *forces a yawn* Boy, am I getting sleepy from drinking all that butterbeer! I think I'll go look for a place to rest!
So, Lilylocks heads to the old, creaking stairs in the spooky house. Slowly climbing up them, she reaches the top floor, coming to three closed doors. Shrugging her shoulders, she walks towards one door and opens it, stepping inside.
Lilylocks: Ahhhh!!!
She couldn't believe her eyes. This room was complete disaster! The walls were covered in scratches, animal carcases were strewn about, and the bed was hardly sleepable, not even looking like a bed at all! Plus, the room smelled just awful!
Lilylocks: Ugh, no, this won't do at all! This room is filty, and the bed hardly looks worth sleeping in! And it smells just awful in here! *steps out of the room and slams the door shut*
Shuddering from the ghastly picture the room was, she turns to look at the other two doors. What surprises would she find behind those two? Shrugging, she steps up to the next door beside the one she had just gone in. Opening the door slowly, she steps inside.
Lilylocks: Ahhhh!!! It burns.. it buuurrnnss!!! *holds her hands up, shielding her eyes* Nooo... it buuuuurrrnnnssss!!!
To the un-trained eye, this room might not seem so bad at all.. but in fact, it was just as bad as the first room! Almost worse! The walls and floor were literally white and sparkling from being scrubbed and cleaned so much. The window held not even a speck of dirt.. in fact, the entire room was spotless.. completely spotless. And the bed.. not a wrinkle shown in the spread, which was pure white. Actually, the whole room was white and shiny! And it even smelled clean!
Lilylocks: This room won't do either! It's much, far too clean! Ahhhh!!! Must.... get... away...!!! *rushes out of the room and slams the door*
Finding that middle room far too clean, Lilylocks walks towards the last door, hoping this room would be fine.
Lilylocks: I hope this room will be fine.
Kicking the door down, she jumps into the room. Assuming a crouched position, her eyes begin darting back and forth rapidly. Turning, she jumps to the side. Tilting her head, the air is sniffed, before she stands upright.
Lilylocks: Ooooohhhh... dis room be goot, jes! Veddy goot! Not too clean or too dirty! It's juuuuustttt right! So ish de bed! *bounces onto the bed and falls asleep*
Lilylocks hadn't been asleep for long, when... the Marauders returned! Dun dun duuuunnnn!!!
Moony: *bounds around in circles* Hey guys, let's go upstairs! You never know what we'll find up there.. *winks*
Padfoot: *stares* Why on ruddy earth are you winking?
Moony: What? Oh, I wasn't winking. There was something in my eye!
Padfoot & Prongs: -_-'
Moony: Whaaaattt?!
Prongs: Nothing, friend. Now let's go upstairs like you suggested! I have to polish the ceiling again, and wax the floor, and change the clean sheets, and sew a billion more pillowcases and and...
M & PF: *groans* Come on, Prongs!
Finally getting Prongs to stop going over his long list of things to do, the three of them head upstairs and to their own rooms. But when Padfoot gets to his, he finds a big surprise...
Padfoot: Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!
MO & PR: *come running* What is it? What, what?!
Padfoot: My door was knocked down!
Moony: Oh, is that all?
Padfoot: Of course not! Look, there's someone sleeping in my bed!
Prongs: *overly dramatic gasp* Really?! Well, why didn't they sleep in my bed? It's much cleaner than yours...
Padfoot: -_-' Shuddup and come look!
So Moony and Prongs enter Padfoot's room, the one where Lilylocks was sleeping. They managed to go in at the same moment she began waking up.
Moony: *howls* Hubba hubba! Who's the foxy lady?
Lilylocks: *blinks* Lady? I'm not a lady...
Prongs: O_o Moony's hittin' on my woman!
Padfoot: *ignores Prongs* You're not?! *pauses* So you're a guy in woman's clothes? Wow, we have so much in common!
Lilylocks: O_O I'm not a guy dressed in woman's clothes!
Padfoot: Errr, but you said you weren't a lady...
Lilylocks: That's cause I'm a girl you dolt!
Prongs: I thought the British word for 'idiot' was git, not dolt...
Lilylocks: Grrrrr....
Prongs: Okay okay! So-rry! Jeeze...
Padfoot: *staring at Lily* So you're actually a guy dressed in girl's clothes?
Lilylocks: -_- CAN WE JUST GET ON WITH THE STORY?!!?!?!?!?!
Moony & Prongs: AHHHHHH!!! Yes yes!!! Get on with the story!
Lilylocks: Ahem... right then...
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(( I'm sad to say, that's all for now! LoL... Please review :-D I should have the next part up soon, hehe ))
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Lilylocks and the Three Marauders
Narrator Person: Ahem, hello there! My name is... Mister Narrator Person! Ahaha.. yes, that's funny isn't it? Well, in case you were wondering a bit about me.. Oh, of course you want to know! Right, well, I am 32-years-old, a man of course, and was born in Arizona. Yes, it is a lovely state indeed, and the Grand Canyon is simply marvelous! Anyhow, I enjoy romantic dinners and long walks on the beach... Oh, and ping-pong! I can play ping-pong! And I'm also pretty good at lawn docks, though croquet is my spec-
Me: *coughs* Ahem! Mister Narrator Person.. no one cares about your life! Now tell the story, or I'll... fire you! Bwaahhahahaaa!!!
Narrator Person: Eep! Okay okay, sorry! Jeesh! *clears throat* Ahem, right, on with the story. Okay, once upon a time, there was a red-haired girl named Lilylocks. A witch, in fact. She was visiting the town of Hogsmeade for the first time, and had decided to explore a bit. She soon approached the Shrieking Shack when an idea struck her...
Lilylocks: Hmm.. I'm not sure why, but I think I'll go inside that spooky-looking house!
Narrator Person: So the stupid gir- Erm, I mean, Lilylocks goes into the Shrieking Shack. And once inside.. she is surprised at what she finds.
Lilylocks: Ooooohhh.. Butterbeers! Goody, I sure am thirsty! *bounces over to the table with the three butterbears on it* Hmmm.. I think I'll drink this one first! *lifts the tankard and begins drinking* *stops suddenly and spits the butterbeer out* Ewwww.. it's too cold! Gross, there are even ice cubes in it!
Narrator Person: So, after replacing the tankard of too cold butterbeer back onto the table, Lilylocks moves onto the next one, thinking that surely that one would taste fine.
Lilylocks: Surely this one will taste fine! *lifts the tankard and takes a drink, but spits it right back out* Ewww.. this is much too old! There's even some mold in it! Yuck.
Narrator Person: And so, with some reluctance, Lilylocks move onto the next tankard. Would this butterbeer contain ice cubes or mold? Or would it be all right? *pauses* Well how should I know? I've only been given half a script! *holds up half of a book* See?
Lilylocks: *frowns at the narrator person, then clears her throat* Ahem.. I sure do hope this butterbeer tastes all right, at least. *picking up the tankard, she slowly sips it* Oh! Why.. it's delicious! It isn't too cold and filled with ice cubes, nor too old and filled with mold! It's juuuust right! *giggling, she hurriedly drinks the rest*
Narrator Person: After drinking so much butterbeer, Lilylocks began to feel tired, so she decided to go look for a place to rest.
Lilylocks: *hums to herself cheerfully while looking around*
Narrator Person: *frowns**clears throat* AHEM.. I said.. Lilylocks was beginning to feel sleepy and decided to go and look for a place to rest...
Lilylocks: Opps, sorry.. Ahem.. *forces a yawn* Boy, am I getting sleepy from drinking all that butterbeer! I think I'll go look for a place to rest!
So, Lilylocks heads to the old, creaking stairs in the spooky house. Slowly climbing up them, she reaches the top floor, coming to three closed doors. Shrugging her shoulders, she walks towards one door and opens it, stepping inside.
Lilylocks: Ahhhh!!!
She couldn't believe her eyes. This room was complete disaster! The walls were covered in scratches, animal carcases were strewn about, and the bed was hardly sleepable, not even looking like a bed at all! Plus, the room smelled just awful!
Lilylocks: Ugh, no, this won't do at all! This room is filty, and the bed hardly looks worth sleeping in! And it smells just awful in here! *steps out of the room and slams the door shut*
Shuddering from the ghastly picture the room was, she turns to look at the other two doors. What surprises would she find behind those two? Shrugging, she steps up to the next door beside the one she had just gone in. Opening the door slowly, she steps inside.
Lilylocks: Ahhhh!!! It burns.. it buuurrnnss!!! *holds her hands up, shielding her eyes* Nooo... it buuuuurrrnnnssss!!!
To the un-trained eye, this room might not seem so bad at all.. but in fact, it was just as bad as the first room! Almost worse! The walls and floor were literally white and sparkling from being scrubbed and cleaned so much. The window held not even a speck of dirt.. in fact, the entire room was spotless.. completely spotless. And the bed.. not a wrinkle shown in the spread, which was pure white. Actually, the whole room was white and shiny! And it even smelled clean!
Lilylocks: This room won't do either! It's much, far too clean! Ahhhh!!! Must.... get... away...!!! *rushes out of the room and slams the door*
Finding that middle room far too clean, Lilylocks walks towards the last door, hoping this room would be fine.
Lilylocks: I hope this room will be fine.
Kicking the door down, she jumps into the room. Assuming a crouched position, her eyes begin darting back and forth rapidly. Turning, she jumps to the side. Tilting her head, the air is sniffed, before she stands upright.
Lilylocks: Ooooohhhh... dis room be goot, jes! Veddy goot! Not too clean or too dirty! It's juuuuustttt right! So ish de bed! *bounces onto the bed and falls asleep*
Lilylocks hadn't been asleep for long, when... the Marauders returned! Dun dun duuuunnnn!!!
Moony: *bounds around in circles* Hey guys, let's go upstairs! You never know what we'll find up there.. *winks*
Padfoot: *stares* Why on ruddy earth are you winking?
Moony: What? Oh, I wasn't winking. There was something in my eye!
Padfoot & Prongs: -_-'
Moony: Whaaaattt?!
Prongs: Nothing, friend. Now let's go upstairs like you suggested! I have to polish the ceiling again, and wax the floor, and change the clean sheets, and sew a billion more pillowcases and and...
M & PF: *groans* Come on, Prongs!
Finally getting Prongs to stop going over his long list of things to do, the three of them head upstairs and to their own rooms. But when Padfoot gets to his, he finds a big surprise...
Padfoot: Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!
MO & PR: *come running* What is it? What, what?!
Padfoot: My door was knocked down!
Moony: Oh, is that all?
Padfoot: Of course not! Look, there's someone sleeping in my bed!
Prongs: *overly dramatic gasp* Really?! Well, why didn't they sleep in my bed? It's much cleaner than yours...
Padfoot: -_-' Shuddup and come look!
So Moony and Prongs enter Padfoot's room, the one where Lilylocks was sleeping. They managed to go in at the same moment she began waking up.
Moony: *howls* Hubba hubba! Who's the foxy lady?
Lilylocks: *blinks* Lady? I'm not a lady...
Prongs: O_o Moony's hittin' on my woman!
Padfoot: *ignores Prongs* You're not?! *pauses* So you're a guy in woman's clothes? Wow, we have so much in common!
Lilylocks: O_O I'm not a guy dressed in woman's clothes!
Padfoot: Errr, but you said you weren't a lady...
Lilylocks: That's cause I'm a girl you dolt!
Prongs: I thought the British word for 'idiot' was git, not dolt...
Lilylocks: Grrrrr....
Prongs: Okay okay! So-rry! Jeeze...
Padfoot: *staring at Lily* So you're actually a guy dressed in girl's clothes?
Lilylocks: -_- CAN WE JUST GET ON WITH THE STORY?!!?!?!?!?!
Moony & Prongs: AHHHHHH!!! Yes yes!!! Get on with the story!
Lilylocks: Ahem... right then...
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(( I'm sad to say, that's all for now! LoL... Please review :-D I should have the next part up soon, hehe ))