Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
A/N: Thanks a bunch to my first reviewer ever, ShadowElfBard. You're the best! Yes, Furbies really are evil, aren't they? Better not tell Hermione, though.
Chapter 4:
Harry trudged from Hagrid's cabin. The story on Fanfiction.net had only been updated to chapter 3, so he couldn't see what happened next. He suddenly fell face first on the ground. He had tripped over a plastic yard flamingo.
Harry raised his wand and cursed the flamingo into pieces for getting in his way. He was not at peace with the world for the moment.
He got to his feet again, watching the forest. He thought he had seen something move, but he wasn't sure. Suddenly a shape lunged at him. It was Firenze, the centaur.
"MWAHAH! I'M GOING TO KEEEEEL YOU, HARRYYY!!!"
"But you're supposed to be a good character! You're not supposed to kill me!" Harry protested.
Firenze halted in his tracks. He frowned thoughtfully for a moment. "Oh, yeah, I remember now. Sorry," he said, and went back into the forest. Harry shook his head.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD!" He cried, raising his head to the heavens in defeat.
"What's wrong with this world is that there are still unrespected women out there!" Snape replied, walking past him. Harry stared at him.
Neville strode past, in elegant silk dress robes that reflected the moonlight.
"Er-- Neville, why are you wearing dress robes?"
"Cause I'm rich, now, Harry! I can do whatever I want!"
"Ok."
Suddenly he was grabbed by behind. "Where. Are. My. Furbies." Hermione said in a dangerous voice, once again holding him at wand point.
"Hermione! I don't know! Really, I swear!" Harry cried.
"You lie. WHERE ARE THEY?"
"I told you, I don't know!"
" Hey girl? Looking for Earl? He's here, right next to my ear! Take him away, if you can get past my sway, surrender the fight, if it could be plight,' a voice taunted ahead. It was none other than the rhyming Draco Malfoy.
"YOUUUUUU!!!" Hermione screamed, holding her wand out as she chased after him.
Harry walked up to the Great Hall, rubbing his arms from where Hermione had grabbed them, and massaging his sore legs where he had tripped over yet two more plastic pink flamingos.
Harry was famished. He wanted something to eat. He sat down at the table of the Great Hall, and was delighted to see turkey and berries on the plates. He had to get past a close inspection by Dumbledore, though, who truly suspected him to be an agent in disguise.
Just as Harry was reaching for a berry, A black shape strode past an snatched it. He scooped up all the berries and turkey legs from the tables. "I'm going to use these for the latest Martha Stewart decorating project I saw...Play with your food!" Snape muttered as he walked by the 5 tables.
Harry protested. "But, sir, I'm hungry."
"SILENCE! 30 points from Hufflepuff!"
"But I'm in Gryffindor."
"I said, SILENCE! That's 30 more points from Hufflepuff, Potter!"
Harry sighed. He turned to what was left of the turkey and tried to enjoy it. Ron vaguely commented on batteries beside him.
* * *
The next day, when Harry was trying to get out of the common room, the portrait of the Fat Lady wouldn't budge. No one could figure out why.
It was a good thing Harry still had his broom. He took turns passing it to the students to fly down to Herbology class out of the windows, which they had first.
Professor Sprout didn't look up from her sewing. She was sewing a maroon sweater. "Oh, come here, dearies, " she said as she saw her class.
"Today I'm going to teach you how to sew. You never know when you might need it." Much to the protest of the students, they learned how to sew. Many complained as they were pricked with the needles.
"Now, now children. Don't forget that haste makes waste!" They nodded.
After Herbology was over, Harry began to walk up to Charms class. Several times he and the other students tripped over heaps of lawn gnomes, dressed geese, and more plastic pink flamingos.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS UP WITH THESE?" Seamus swore after he tripped for the 16th time. When they reached the Charms door, they discovered that it, too, was blocked.Just as the students were about to turn back, the door was forced open a crack, and Professor Flitwick's tiny face peered in.
"Oh,hello students. Just go ahead and squeeze through this crack here, we're a bit short on room in here."
Harry dreaded what he would find. He almost fainted when he did. As he squeezed into the room, he discovered that it was piled to the ceiling with none other than plastic flamingos, yard geese and lawn gnomes.
A/N: Sorry fornot leaving a disclaimer in the past two chapters. I'm going to do that from now on. Let's just say that they're there now, shall we?
A/N: Thanks a bunch to my first reviewer ever, ShadowElfBard. You're the best! Yes, Furbies really are evil, aren't they? Better not tell Hermione, though.
Chapter 4:
Harry trudged from Hagrid's cabin. The story on Fanfiction.net had only been updated to chapter 3, so he couldn't see what happened next. He suddenly fell face first on the ground. He had tripped over a plastic yard flamingo.
Harry raised his wand and cursed the flamingo into pieces for getting in his way. He was not at peace with the world for the moment.
He got to his feet again, watching the forest. He thought he had seen something move, but he wasn't sure. Suddenly a shape lunged at him. It was Firenze, the centaur.
"MWAHAH! I'M GOING TO KEEEEEL YOU, HARRYYY!!!"
"But you're supposed to be a good character! You're not supposed to kill me!" Harry protested.
Firenze halted in his tracks. He frowned thoughtfully for a moment. "Oh, yeah, I remember now. Sorry," he said, and went back into the forest. Harry shook his head.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD!" He cried, raising his head to the heavens in defeat.
"What's wrong with this world is that there are still unrespected women out there!" Snape replied, walking past him. Harry stared at him.
Neville strode past, in elegant silk dress robes that reflected the moonlight.
"Er-- Neville, why are you wearing dress robes?"
"Cause I'm rich, now, Harry! I can do whatever I want!"
"Ok."
Suddenly he was grabbed by behind. "Where. Are. My. Furbies." Hermione said in a dangerous voice, once again holding him at wand point.
"Hermione! I don't know! Really, I swear!" Harry cried.
"You lie. WHERE ARE THEY?"
"I told you, I don't know!"
" Hey girl? Looking for Earl? He's here, right next to my ear! Take him away, if you can get past my sway, surrender the fight, if it could be plight,' a voice taunted ahead. It was none other than the rhyming Draco Malfoy.
"YOUUUUUU!!!" Hermione screamed, holding her wand out as she chased after him.
Harry walked up to the Great Hall, rubbing his arms from where Hermione had grabbed them, and massaging his sore legs where he had tripped over yet two more plastic pink flamingos.
Harry was famished. He wanted something to eat. He sat down at the table of the Great Hall, and was delighted to see turkey and berries on the plates. He had to get past a close inspection by Dumbledore, though, who truly suspected him to be an agent in disguise.
Just as Harry was reaching for a berry, A black shape strode past an snatched it. He scooped up all the berries and turkey legs from the tables. "I'm going to use these for the latest Martha Stewart decorating project I saw...Play with your food!" Snape muttered as he walked by the 5 tables.
Harry protested. "But, sir, I'm hungry."
"SILENCE! 30 points from Hufflepuff!"
"But I'm in Gryffindor."
"I said, SILENCE! That's 30 more points from Hufflepuff, Potter!"
Harry sighed. He turned to what was left of the turkey and tried to enjoy it. Ron vaguely commented on batteries beside him.
* * *
The next day, when Harry was trying to get out of the common room, the portrait of the Fat Lady wouldn't budge. No one could figure out why.
It was a good thing Harry still had his broom. He took turns passing it to the students to fly down to Herbology class out of the windows, which they had first.
Professor Sprout didn't look up from her sewing. She was sewing a maroon sweater. "Oh, come here, dearies, " she said as she saw her class.
"Today I'm going to teach you how to sew. You never know when you might need it." Much to the protest of the students, they learned how to sew. Many complained as they were pricked with the needles.
"Now, now children. Don't forget that haste makes waste!" They nodded.
After Herbology was over, Harry began to walk up to Charms class. Several times he and the other students tripped over heaps of lawn gnomes, dressed geese, and more plastic pink flamingos.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS UP WITH THESE?" Seamus swore after he tripped for the 16th time. When they reached the Charms door, they discovered that it, too, was blocked.Just as the students were about to turn back, the door was forced open a crack, and Professor Flitwick's tiny face peered in.
"Oh,hello students. Just go ahead and squeeze through this crack here, we're a bit short on room in here."
Harry dreaded what he would find. He almost fainted when he did. As he squeezed into the room, he discovered that it was piled to the ceiling with none other than plastic flamingos, yard geese and lawn gnomes.
A/N: Sorry fornot leaving a disclaimer in the past two chapters. I'm going to do that from now on. Let's just say that they're there now, shall we?