Harry's Magic Wand
With a giant yawn, Harry Potter awoke from his slumber. He had been having the most pleasant dream he'd eve had.
"Harry, Harry, Wake up!" There's Ron's voice again. Boy, does he wake up early. With the softness of a giant's footsteps, Ron came lumbering into the Dormitory. "Harry, Guess what happened?" Harry, still enjoying the effects of his pleasant dream, moaned, "Whhhhaaaaat?" He noticed that there was one part of him that was already awake and alert. At the moment, Ron came into the door, glanced at Harry, and said, "Harry, that's the biggest tent I've seen you make!" "Hey, stop looking," said Harry. The uneasy silence was broken when Ron said, "I almost forgot, I have to show you something." Ron reached over and grabbed Harry's hand, as shivers ran through Harry's body. "Hold on." Said Harry, as he slipped his burgundy slippers on. Ron, still holding Harry's hand, escorted Harry to the Prefects' Bathroom. Before they entered, in the hallway, they began to smell an interesting odor. Ron, leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear. "You have to be careful, the floor's really slippery." Harry, a bit nervous about entering the Prefects' Bathroom, said, "Ron, what's inside, tell me, should I have brought my wand?" "No, I don't think your wand is big enough to handle this, and besides, it's just creepy, not scary." As Ron opened the door, Harry noticed that the usual squeak to the door was gone. The first thing that hit Harry as he entered the room was the smell. It was awful, but somehow familiar. All over the walls, and the ceiling, was a white, creamy substance. Harry looked over to Ron, and said, "Ron, what is this?" "I don't know, but try some, it's salty, C'mon, I did." Ron leaned over to the wall, grabbed some of the white stuff, and gave it to Harry. Harry took a lick off Ron's finger, and immediately felt strange. "Oh look, it's Pothead and Weasel, what are you two up to now?" shouted Malfoy, entering the Prefects' Bathroom. Both startled, Harry and Ron slipped and fell on top of each other. Struggling to get up from the slippery substance on the floor, They got more of it on them. Soon they were covered from head-to-toe. "Like pigs in a troft."said Malfoy. Ron, still struggling to stand up, said, "It wasn't us, we just found it like this!" "Riiiiight." said Malfoy, sarcastically. "Do you even know what this stuff is?" He continued, with a look of utter disgust on his face. "No, do you?" Harry snapped back. "Uh.uh.of course I do! And anyway, Potter, you're not supposed to be in here! I'm going to tell my dear friend, Professor Snape, what you did!" "You go do that." Said Ron, still trying to get up, and landing back on top of Harry. "Hey, Ron," said Harry. "This stuff kinda does taste good."
To be continued next chapter. What can this mysterious white stuff be? And how will it effect the future of Harry Potter? Find out in the next chapter.
With a giant yawn, Harry Potter awoke from his slumber. He had been having the most pleasant dream he'd eve had.
"Harry, Harry, Wake up!" There's Ron's voice again. Boy, does he wake up early. With the softness of a giant's footsteps, Ron came lumbering into the Dormitory. "Harry, Guess what happened?" Harry, still enjoying the effects of his pleasant dream, moaned, "Whhhhaaaaat?" He noticed that there was one part of him that was already awake and alert. At the moment, Ron came into the door, glanced at Harry, and said, "Harry, that's the biggest tent I've seen you make!" "Hey, stop looking," said Harry. The uneasy silence was broken when Ron said, "I almost forgot, I have to show you something." Ron reached over and grabbed Harry's hand, as shivers ran through Harry's body. "Hold on." Said Harry, as he slipped his burgundy slippers on. Ron, still holding Harry's hand, escorted Harry to the Prefects' Bathroom. Before they entered, in the hallway, they began to smell an interesting odor. Ron, leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear. "You have to be careful, the floor's really slippery." Harry, a bit nervous about entering the Prefects' Bathroom, said, "Ron, what's inside, tell me, should I have brought my wand?" "No, I don't think your wand is big enough to handle this, and besides, it's just creepy, not scary." As Ron opened the door, Harry noticed that the usual squeak to the door was gone. The first thing that hit Harry as he entered the room was the smell. It was awful, but somehow familiar. All over the walls, and the ceiling, was a white, creamy substance. Harry looked over to Ron, and said, "Ron, what is this?" "I don't know, but try some, it's salty, C'mon, I did." Ron leaned over to the wall, grabbed some of the white stuff, and gave it to Harry. Harry took a lick off Ron's finger, and immediately felt strange. "Oh look, it's Pothead and Weasel, what are you two up to now?" shouted Malfoy, entering the Prefects' Bathroom. Both startled, Harry and Ron slipped and fell on top of each other. Struggling to get up from the slippery substance on the floor, They got more of it on them. Soon they were covered from head-to-toe. "Like pigs in a troft."said Malfoy. Ron, still struggling to stand up, said, "It wasn't us, we just found it like this!" "Riiiiight." said Malfoy, sarcastically. "Do you even know what this stuff is?" He continued, with a look of utter disgust on his face. "No, do you?" Harry snapped back. "Uh.uh.of course I do! And anyway, Potter, you're not supposed to be in here! I'm going to tell my dear friend, Professor Snape, what you did!" "You go do that." Said Ron, still trying to get up, and landing back on top of Harry. "Hey, Ron," said Harry. "This stuff kinda does taste good."
To be continued next chapter. What can this mysterious white stuff be? And how will it effect the future of Harry Potter? Find out in the next chapter.