Disclaimer: Harry Potter and creations: JK Rowling. Talisha and plotline: mine. Would you like me to spell it out for you? [Even if you want me to I'm not going to do it. Note the sarcasm.]
Note: Do not in any circumstances flame me for this story's stupidity. Do you read me? It was another psychological lightning strike I got during English, where I've realised I do everything except what I'm supposed to do. heh.....heh.....
So you get it? Good. On with the story.
Bad things come in threes.
"Hurry up Ginny, you don't want to be late, do you?"
"No," I answered. What sort of question was that? No mum, I'm going to fly to school in a car. She frantically beckoned me. So I ran through the wall. Fun.
I got on the train, and my friend Talisha (A/N Sorry for interrupting but you might remember her from such stories like "People say I should clone myself") had saved us some seats.
See, it pays to have friends.
Halfway through the train trip (which wasn't particularly interesting besides the fact that Colin dropped his expensive new camera and provided us with amusing sparkworks for half an hour) the train came to a sudden halt where a voice came through the MPA system [Magic Public Announcement].
"I am Lord Voldemort!"
Silence. Someone picked that time to cough. Convenient.
"Does this system work...?" you could hear Voldemort mumble to the driver.
"Duh." came the reply.
"I am Lord Voldemort!" the voice announced again.
"You are all now to scream and shout in terror!"
All was still silent. Someone coughed again. By this rate we're all going to come down with bronchitis.
"This is not working."
Well obviously. Who did he think he was? Stopping the train like that? Our cards slid off the table from impact. Damn him to hell. I had a royal flush.
"You suck Voldemort!"
"Yeah!"
"Go home!"
"Let's trample him!"
"Yeeeaaaaahhhh!"
A great swarm of students thundered to the front of the train. Two minutes later they came back with disappointed looks on their faces.
I think he jumped out of the train. Saved us a fat load of trouble.
Evil darklord of the century my ass.
Harry, being the dumbass he was, decided he was the most credible train driver there was at Hogwarts, and, so, yup, you guessed it, he drove the train.
Well, at least he tried.
We ended up somewhere with alot of grass, and alot of trees.
Alot of trees.
Yes, we were somewhere, but needless to say, not Hogwarts.
We made camp and for the whole night Harry was trying to convince us that we 'weren't lost' that he had intended to end up in a extraordinarily dark forest, that 'we weren't going to make it in time to Hogwarts anyway.'
Luckily, halfway though his 23rd explanation, Draco lost it and punched him in the face. You can't imagine how loud the cheering was. The birds literally abandoned their nests at 120 km/hour.
Poor eggs.
Anyway, that was like, the first time Draco got a positive response from any of his actions. Boy, was he happy.
Great, now we have two oversized heads in the house.
Help us. Please.
A/N watcha think? Was it too pointless to even publish it? Did you like it? Should I continue it until they get to Hogwarts? I'm not telepathic, so please, review. =)