CHAPTER 2: Erm... What Happened Next.

(Flashback for a moment): "You're spelling my name wrong," a young woman poked Sirius in the arm. He was busy writing his letter to Harry. "It's Madeline, not Magdelyn. And you don't even call me Madeline." She sat next to him and looked at him for the next few minutes, her dark eyes boring into his head, forcing him to look at her.

"Oh, Mad.. I thought Magdelyn might look nicer." He grinned. "Also, you never told me how to spell it."

Madeline rolled her eyes. "Right. Come on Sirius. Send your letter already. we have to go!" She tugged playfully at his hair. They had a plane to Hogsmeade to catch in about... er... two minutes!

Sirius finished up and gave the letter to his owl.

Harry was pacing back and forth impatiently. Ron was in the hospital wing for a broken leg, and, well, worrying is just what Harry does. It comes naturally for him, after years of worrying whether or not Moldie Olde Voldie would kill him that year.

Hermione was sitting next to Ron, asking him over and over again exactly how he managed to do something as avoidable as breaking his leg. Ron appeared to be getting mad, but you could tell that he was enjoying all this attention he was getting from her.

"Yes, I think that.." Sirius stopped mid-sentence. They had suddenly and mysteriously appeared right in front of Harry in the hospital wing. Harry nearly tripped over him.

"SIRIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Sirius was in too much shock from what had just happened to notice that Harry was strangling him with a hug.

"Oh, right.. Harry!!" Sirius dusted off his shirt (which for some odd reason was dusty) and thought for a moment. "Er.. Have you any idea how we got here?" Madeline tried to look inconspicuous as she hid her pen.

"OH MY GOD!" Hermione dropped the grape that she had been peeling for Ron and jumped 5 feet into midair. "She's the Author!"

Everyone fell to their knees and bowed, excepting Ron, (who for obvious reasons could not, and fell onto his stomach instead) and Sirius (who for some reason was not fazed by this. The Author blushed.

"Well, not really." She started scribbling something into her notepad, and everyone noticed that the walls had changed from a dull white to a raging scarlet. "I'm just the fanfiction author. J.K. Rowling is your creator."

Everyone let out a laugh. Various things were said, all basically; "Oh, that old myth.. Hohohohahaha.. She can't be serious."

Hermione's hair became a livid pink colour and she kissed Ron right on the lips. Ron's leg was suddenly healed. Harry's eyes changed colours- from red to orange to green to yellow to pink and beyond.. Sirius remained unchanged... Oh well, okay... He was a few years younger.

"What do you think of that?" She grinned.

They all gasped in unison.

Madeline didn't notice that the roof was opening above her.. A Great Hand bearing a Pen reached down threateningly.. and tapped her on the shoulder.

She turned around and then screamed, falling to the floor. She stood up again and regained her composure.

"Behold, for I am the Almighty J.K. Rowling!" the voice boomed.

If the students had been embarrassingly humble before, you can imagine what they were like now. Ron scratched his head.

"What's wrong?" Asked Madeline. "I didn't forget to put in a disclaimer. You can't sue me.."

The hand looked ponderous, if a hand can be said to look ponderous. A splotch of ink dripped from the end and splotched onto Harry's face. "Oh, please excuse me, Harry dear," the voice thundered, "Let me get that for you."

"No, I think I'm fine," Harry wiped off his face on Ron's blanket. Ron glowered at him.

Madeline glared at the Hand. "So?"

"You haven't inserted a disclaimer yet. It only reads, " Shame on you!"

Madeline muttered something, then replied, "Okay, okay.. I'll go do that. As long as you promise to leave my plot alone."

The Hand seemed to grin. "GO!"

Madeline wandered off to go make the disclaimer. When she returned, it read, "Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and co. J.K. Rowling does. Please do not sue me. Please do not Mary Sue me. Please leave me alone!" And with that, the Hand left.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Just then, Voldemort entered (with the intent of getting his broken arm mended). Oh the terror! What would happen?

"BwahahhahaaHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAAHAHAHHA" he laughed.. "So Harry, we meet again. In the Hospital Wing."

Harry, who was getting tired of all these ever-more common misadventures with the Dark Lord took out his wand and said, "Small world, isn't it, Voldemor-.."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sirius had pushed Voldemort out of the window. Obviously Voldemort had not regained all of his strength and fell out of the window with ease.

"I'll be back tomorrow, Harry!" He yelled. There was a soft bboom/b sound as he hit the ground, and muffled cursing as he ran off. Harry was baffled. "Er." He stared at the author for a moment. "Er.. Er.. er. erm.. Er."

The author shrugged.

The author declared this story to be continued.. She will update it again in a couple of hours..

"Oh no," groaned Hermione, and everyone prepared to stay completely still for a few hours..