Bad Things To Come
That morning at breakfast, (where new seating arrangements took place; Harry next to Ginny across from Ron next to Hermione) Professor Dumbledore rose for the morning announcements.
"Good morning, my students! Before we begin breakfast, I have a wonderful surprise for everyone!"
"Malfoy is leaving…" Harry hoped under his breath. "Malfoy is leaving… Malfoy is leaving… Malfoy is leaving…"
Dumbledore continued. "I am spledidly pleased to announce that the Society of Wizarding Fanfiction Authors is holding their annual summit here at Hogwarts!" There was a moment's silence, and then he went on. "This esteemed group spends all their time during the year creating the very best of the fanfiction world, and every year they collaborate all their work together and publish it to the public. It will truly be an honor to have them here. And now, we eat!"
"I've read a fanfiction novelette that the SWFA put out…" Harry said thoughtfully. "Pretty good stuff. I'd almost think…" He stopped dead. His brain was acting not of his own will again, and it scared the crap out of him.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Ginny asked.
"He's happy…" Harry replied slowly. "He's really happy."
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Voldermort laughed, a high, cackling laugh.
"What's wrong, my lord?" Lucius Malfoy asked.
"I'm happy." He replied. "I'm really happy."
"Why?"
"Because I just found out where the SWFA is meeting!"
"Oh."
"Next week, we're going to Hogwarts!"
Crabbe Sr. gulped and said, "But is that a good idea? I mean, you're still afraid of Dumbledore, and he's there, so…"
"Crucio!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!"
"I'm not afraid of ANYBODY! And besides, we're only going to get some autographs, that's all… ZZZZZ…." he began to doze in his chair.
"Umm… my lord…" Malfoy said, and Voldemort sprung awake to realize he still had his wand focused on Crabbe, who seemed to have blacked out.
"My bad."
Coming next update: Dr. Evil makes his mark on the students, and the SWFA will arrive at Hogwarts. What awaits our young heroes? Wait and see!