Dr. Evil's Treachery

"Throw it!"

"Catch it!"

"I thought I saw the Snitch!"

"Hey! That's not fair!"

"Ouch!"

The intense Quidditch match raged on. The Quaffle changed hands so many times that if you blinked, someone else had it. The score was 80-90 in Slytherin's favor, and Harry was way up high, straining his eyes for the Golden Snitch. He was rudely interrupted by a sharp jolt to the side of his broom.

"Oops, sorry about that!" Malfoy sneered. "Musta lost control."

"You'll lose more than that if you keep it up," Harry warned him. Malfoy simply snickered.

And then, there was a flash of gold! It was the Snitch! Malfoy had seen it first, and zoomed off towards it, but Harry's broom was faster, and soon he and Malfoy were neck and neck. Malfoy's arms were longer… he'd get it if Harry didn't do something…

"Hey, look!" Harry cried, pointing to the stands. "Isn't that Tina Turner?"

"WHERE? WHERE???" Malfoy exclaimed, zooming around in the direction that Harry pointed. But it was too late then. Harry got the Snitch, and Gryffindor had won!

"You son of a bee-hatch!" Malfoy roared. "I'm going to beat the shit out of you later!"

"I can't wait," Harry said sarcastically. Malfoy charged at him and pushed him down in the mud, knocking Ron down as well.

"Oy!" Ron cried. "Alright, Malfoy, put up your dukes!"

"Nobody will be putting up anything!" said Professor McGonagall. "Look at you two, you're dripping with mud! Go get cleaned up, right now!"

"Yes, Professor."

Harry and Ron went inside, and were on their way up to the bathroom, when Harry felt something bite him on the leg. It was Dr. Evil's clone, Mini-Me!

"Hey! Get off, get off!" Harry snarled, shaking his leg. "Little bugger…"

"I beg your pardon…" said a steely voice behind them. "But I know you're not insulting my clone, are you?"

Harry and Ron slowly turned around.

Dr. Evil scowled at them. "Dripping mud all over again, are we? Remember when Filch told you he was sick of that?"

ZOOOM!

"Filth!" he shouted, his jowls aquiver, his eyes popping alarmingly as he pointed at the muddy puddle that had dripped from Harry's Quidditch robes. "Mess and muck everywhere! I've had enough of it, I tell you! Follow me, Potter!"

ZOOOM!

"See? He did say that."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, very clever."

"Well I'm afraid that I'm sick of it, too. And I'm afraid that you two will have to suffer the…(pinky to mouth) consequences…"

Ron and Harry looked at each other, worried.

"Come with me, boys!" and Dr. Evil strode down the corridor.

Ron and Harry were considering running the other way when Mini-Me pushed their legs from behind, and they had no choice but to follow.

They arrived in Dr. Evil's office, done in metallic walls with a big table with many chairs around it, and a time machine and rocket ship in the corners.

"Welcome to my Caretaker's Lair," Dr. Evil said, then he said to Mini-Me, "Chain them up!"

"Wait!" Harry protested. "You can't chain us up! It's against the rules!"

"Shh!"

"But you can't…"

"Shh!"

"But!"

"You have won a free getaway to SHH island!"

"You just can't…"

"She loves you, yeah, yeah, SHH!"

Harry resumed silence, exasperated. Mini-Me tied Harry and Ron each to a separate wooden table, which was then propped up against the wall at an angle. Dr. Evil was over in the corner, retrieving some equipment. And then he said to Mini-Me, "Will you do the honors?"

Mini-Me grinned, and he went over to Dr. Evil and came back with a big, black, humming box. He then lifted up two long, slender cylinders that were attached to the box, each had sparks coming from the tips.

Harry's eyes widened in fear. Ron choked.

Mini-Me smiled and pointed at them.

Dr. Evil rose and put his hands together.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

The people in the Astronomy Tower heard the screams.