Authors: slytherinsRsexyer7283 and beater#4
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 5 years after arriving at Hogwarts, Oliver Wood's been accepted to play Quidditch for England leaving Kirsty and the baby behind. How will they cope?
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling is a genius, the magic behind Harry Potter. We own the glitter in Harry and Draco's hair.
Chapter Eight: Pilot
And then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tried
- Smashmouth, "I'm a Believer"
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Previously On Dawson's Creek...
Neville strutted into the Ravenclaw Girls Dorms wearing black woolen footless tights, a tight pastel pink T-shirt which was tucked into the tights and a fluro orange cardigan which was two sizes too big.
"Whatssss going ooooooonnn??" Neville said drugily stoneily.
"Call me Mr T." Dean Thomas- I mean, Mr T gnawed.
Fred and George slinked into the room and crept quietly under Ron's bed, giggling.
The moon shined as the boys got changed into their nighties and night-caps, apart from Seamus who really got into the spirit of things and put on an elephant costume.
Harry pulled back the covers on his bed and was just about to climb in, but found a Dumbledore lying there.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Harry screamed like a girl and Seamus jumped into Harry's arms.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore sat up, leaving a small clump of grey hair in Harry's sheets, which Percy snuck in unnoticed and pocketed this clump of hair, saving it for later.
"Goodnight Harry." Crabbe snarled, clutching Dean- Mr T's sheets.
"Goodnight Susan." Susan said to herself, snuggling up to her Bone Thugs.
"Goodnight Buckbeak." Hagrid Dodged.
"Goodnight Ron." Oliver phelped.
"Goodnight Vernon." Barty Crouched, twanging his lycra suit in his sleep.
"Goodnight McGonagall." Winky winked dodgily, sending chills up Millicint's spine.
"Goodnight Mr T." Dean Thomas put up his West Irish Popstars poster.
"Goodnight Nev." Treffor ribbited to Jason Biggs.
"Treffor! You shouldn't be here! I told you it was over! Now get out of my bed before someone sees you!" Crookshanks hissed.
"Goodnight Hagrid." Harry fondly smiled, remembering that time in his hut....
"Goodnight Seamus." Dumbledore gave Seamus a souvenir piece of his beard which had fallen out.
"Goodnight everyron!." Seamus probed probably.
"Goodnight Moon." The sun said sleazily.
"Goodnight Sirius." Rube bruced.
"Goodnight Draco." Harry hugged Draco tightly.
"Goodnight Harry." Draco breathed fire like a dragon.
"Goodnight Dedalus Diggle." Oliver Wood diggled.
"Goodnight Blaise." Zabini glazed.
"Goodnight Chuck Norris." Hermione said coolly with logic.
"Goodnight Filch." Adam Sandler sandled.
The dorm was all quiet and not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Until a faint Irish whisper hushed over the class.
"Harry, I think there's a leprechaun in my bed. Can you come over and check it out?" Seamus hopped back into bed as Harry came over.
"Um... well NOW there's a leprechaun in your bed, but that's just YOU Seamus." Harry said, eager to get back to his bed which was occupied by the blonde haired nemesis of the scarred blind raven haired boy who lived- Draco Malfoy.
But before Harry could even move, Seamus had grabbed him unsuspectingly by his nightie cord and pulled him under the Irish sheets to his underground lair. Harry let out a muffled scream, which was muffled because Seamus had gagged and bound him to a chair. If he could have said something, it would have been "What's Seamus trying to do?" and Ron would have popped out from behind Seamus's dodgy Irish fluffy toy and made some handicapped noises. "*handicapped noise* Harry, yay *handicapped noise* duh Harry. Trying to turn water into rum *handicapped noise*."
But all this didn't really happen because Harry had a gag on. Ew dodgy Seamus.
Seamus cackled. "Welcome to my underground lair!"
The next morning, was Valentines Day which meant the Yule Ball was tonight!
"Who are YOU going with?" Fred stuttered phelpily. Ice Cube shrugged meltily.
"I really wanted to go with Hermione, but bones she's going with someone else..." Professor Lupin wolfed.
"I'm going with Neville!" Goyle squealed.
"I'd watch out for that pillow if I were you..." Robert Binns said mind controllingly and made a coffee.
Seamus turned on the television and gagged and bound everybody and threw them all in his underground lair because he wanted to watch 'the Creek' in peace.
"Mr Brooks just died!" Mr T remembralled.
"Shhh! Dawson's just about to kill Mitch!" Adam built himself out of monster parts.
"Oh no! We have Arts and Crafts with Slytherin!" Pansy parkinsed.
"Aha! Another Weasley..." Neville cried.
"I know just what to do with yyyyyyyyyyou!" Hannah Abott spanked, a Hufflepuff girl in the same year as Harry.
"Oooh and a thirst to prove yourself..." Adrian Puccey stopped at the carrot juice drinking fountain because he was thirsty.
Suddenly everyone was seated in plastic colored chairs at low tables in Arts and Crafts class in groups of four, surrounded by safety scissors, sellotape, colored markers, crayons, glitter shakers and paste.
Professor Walsh walked in wearing a white lab coat, carrying some colored card and some monster parts.
She put some cardboard on each of the tables and took the monster parts over to her lab table. Then she sat at the computer and typed 'Do not panic.' and the computer said, "Do Not Panic." Then it said, "We will patrol as usual." Everyone nodded and grabbed their favorite colored card. "Go. Help maintain order." The computer shared and everyone got to work making their Valentines Day mailboxes.
"Please pass the paste Hawwy..." Draco spoke quietly.
"I can't, Seamus has already eaten it all..." Harry said apologetically and everyone looked at Seamus who had glue dripping from his mouth. "But you can use sellotape..." Harry offered. Draco nodded and quickly started taping together random bits of yellow card.
Harry started cutting out heart shapes with his safety scissors from blue card, planning on gluing- sorry, sellotaping them all over his mailbox later on.
Fred and George were putting the finishing touches on their joint mailbox. Fred was crayoning the words, 'F + G = *heart*' while George was sprinkling brown glitter all over the box and himself.
"You look sparkling delicious George," Oliver Phelps twin-kled.
Meanwhile, Harry and Draco were having problems opening the silver glitter shaker.
"No, you have to turn it this-" Draco pulled on the lid as hard as he could and the shaker opened, sprinkling silver glitter all over Harry and Draco. Harry giggled. Draco blushed.
Justin Finch-Fletcherly cut out some very very very small box shapes out of his red card, because he was making a small mailbox, not expecting to get any Valentines this year.
Seamus started gluing round pieces of green card together using his very big and stickily Irish tongue.
"I'm sick of Carrot juice!" Neville foamed at the mouth and started cutting up his woolen tights crazily with his safety scissors. Ron scurried about collecting the bits of Titus tights to make some clothes out of later.
Unknowingly to everyone in the class, behind the white curtain at the front of the class was a lab table. Professor Walsh had just finished sewing together her latest creation because Seamus ate all the glue. She was just putting away the Ice Pick and was just about to address the class when she got stabbed in the stomach by a monster arm-spear.
"Adam?" Professor Walsh whispered creepily, sliding off the bone skewer and onto the floor.
"Mommy?" Adam said monsterly.
JOSS WHEDON
A.N: Did you get our clue about it being night-time? Wow! It looks like Chelsea and the baby did cope after all! PLEASE review! Review! Review!