~AUTHOR'S NOTE~ I just want to apologize in advance to Belle…the character of Belle in this story isn't necessarily the nicest. I'm sorry! I don't mean anything against you, I promise! Playful Heart Monkey makes an appearance in the end, I promise ;)

~DISCLAIMER~ Don't own anything. Own this REALLY weird story, but that's it…

THE QUAFFLE MYSTERY Chapter 9

Oliver: DAMMIT!

*others stop, by now used to Oliver's frustration*

Legolas: *with infinite patience* What is it now, Oliver?

Oliver: A log. Across the path. Too big to move.

Aragorn: *attempting patience* We'll just have to climb over it then.

Luke: Oh, don't worry about that.

Belle: Well then how do you propose we get around it?

*Luke has already closed his eyes in concentration*

Wedge: Just wait. Luke will take care of it.

*the group draws back with shocked looks as the log rises off the ground and settles back to the ground slightly off the path*

*Belle's jaw drops as does everyone else's*

Michelangelo: How did you…what…are you a…?

Oliver: *jubilantly* A WIZARD!

*Oliver runs to Luke*

Oliver: You're a wizard! You much be, to have moved that log!

Luke: I suppose you could say that I am a wizard. I am a Jedi.

Harry: A Jedi?

Oliver: Good enough for me! Luke, how would you like to be our new Quidditch chaser?

Harry: *desperately* Please??

*Luke studies both Oliver and Harry intently*

Luke: I sense that this game you call Quidditch will be very important in the future. So yes. I will be your chaser.

*Oliver actually jumps for joy*

Oliver: Come on! Maybe if we find an open field somewhere we can start practice!

*Oliver runs ahead*

*****

*at the back of the group*

Johnny: Ok so, what? Explain this whole thing to me again.

Jason: Ok. I am the leader of a team of superhero martial arts warriors. We were chosen by a powerful entity named Zordon to protect Earth from an evil force that awakened on the moon.

Johnny: I see. So you are a martial artist?

Jason: Yes. I hold the rank of black belt.

Belle: *overhears* Wow!

*Belle bats her eyelashes at Jason*

Johnny: *glaring at Belle* Jason, ignore her. She'll make you think she has feelings for you then you come to find out she has some guy she loves and she's only playing with you.

*Belle sniffs and stalks up to join Dorothy*

Jason: Ok. Avoid the French girl. Can do. So, you said you're a superhero too?

Johnny: Yep. They call me the Human Torch.

Jason: Because…?

Johnny: Oh, my superpower is that I can control fire. And I can set my body on fire.

Jason: Cool. Do you fight alone or…?

Johnny: I'm one of the Fantastic Four. The other three members are the Thing, the Invisible Woman who happens to be my sister, and her husband, Mr. Fantastic, is our leader.

Jason: Awesome. Us Power Rangers protect Angel Grove. What about you?

Johnny: New York City. And the countryside occasionally, but that's mostly left up to the X-Men.

Jason: X-Men?

*Johnny gestures to Scott*

Johnny: Scott's team.

Jason: Oh.

*he notices the group is slowing*

Jason: Hey, what's up?

*at the head of the group Legolas has stopped*

*he stands listening intently*

Merry: Legolas?

Aragorn: What is it, my friend?

*Legolas looks puzzled*

Legolas: Singing. Very strange singing!

Aragorn: Luke!

*Luke makes his way to the head of the group*

Luke: *closing his eyes* There are many of them. And Legolas is correct. The rest of us are unable to hear but they are indeed singing.

Aragorn: Are they dangerous?

*Luke opens his eyes*

Luke: No, I don't sense any danger from them. But we may appear frightful to them. Perhaps we should send a small team up to meet them.

Aragorn: Good idea. Any suggestions for a team?

Legolas: I'll go.

Luke: No. This is a diminutive race. I think the two hobbits should go.

Pippin: *eavesdropping* Us??

Merry: Alone? Cool!

Luke: No, Harry Potter should go with you. And Dumbo as well.

*Harry and Dumbo nod*

Wedge: But what should the rest of us do?

Luke: I think we –

Legolas: We should hide.

*Luke looks at him strangely*

Luke: Yes. I think we should. But don't be worried everyone! We're hiding so as not to scare them.

*Merry, Pippin, Harry, and Dumbo break off from the group and hesitantly move toward the now audible singing*

*the rest of the group finds various comfortable places to hide off the path*

*****

Iago: Are we really going to just SIT here all day??

*all villains have again reverted back to the evil staring contest*

Emperor: My fellow villains! There is something very important that I have foreseen.

Darth Vader: Master?

*the Emperor holds up a hand for silence*

Saruman: By all means sir, please inform us of your vision.

Emperor: I have foreseen our way home. There is a game. Our enemy collectively seems to know how to play this game.

Iago: So?

Emperor: *glares at Iago* We must learn this. Only by defeating the powers of light here in this world can we strand them here and return to our own.

Dr. Doom: Yes, but what happens if they defeat us?

Emperor: Should that happen, we shall all return to our respective worlds and balance will be restored.

Rita Repulsa: But either way we get home?

Emperor: Yes madam.

Saruman: What must we do to defeat our rivals in this game?

Emperor: My dear Wizard. We shall not play this game, our minions shall!

*Saruman nods understandingly*

Emperor: We must teach our minions to defy gravity and ride long sticks with straw ends. Leather spheres move on their own accord and the game is only won by catching a small golden orb.

*all villains look confused*

Wicked Witch: Defy gravity on sticks with straw ends? You mean fly on broomsticks?

Emperor: If that is what you call it.

*Voldemort looks increasingly horrified*

Voldemort: Tell me, Emperor, did you see anything further of this game?

*the Emperor closes his eyes in concentration*

Emperor: I see robes. The players wear colored robes. And there are three tall hoops at both ends of the field.

*Voldemort's face has become deathly pale*

Voldemort: Oh…

Iago: Uh oh…he's cracked!

Voldemort: Oh no…

Saruman: Lord Voldemort, what's wrong?

*dark memories flicker across Voldemort's face*

Voldemort: *through clenched teeth* Quidditch!