The Poll. Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything in this story in this story (save myself, my friend and my dream) they are borrowed purely for entertainment purposes. I also don't own the coca-cola company but that is a different story…Does anyone have anything random I can write in the next disclaimer?
^~^ The Mysterious Follower Revealed! ^~^
Harry Ron and Hermione were the only ones in the common room. Everyone else was still laughing hysterically in the entrance hall. "Well," said Hermione, "that was odd." Harry and Ron nodded in agreement.
Harry, working out how exactly to tell Ron and Hermione what was on his mind was suddenly saved the trouble when Ron said, "Hey Harry, why don't you change you name for the author's benefit?"
"You can actually think?" Hermione asked, bewildered.
"No," Ron replied, "but the author noticed I hadn't said much and that if I didn't say something soon her friend would get annoyed, apparently her friend is obsessed with my character and Rupert Grint, but anyway it is the author's amazing works, not mine." Ron looked slightly sad then realised something which made him happy, "But I can levitate! Huzza!"
*canned laughter for no apparent reason*
"Yeah," said Harry, "I think I'll call myself David so that the author can write in a much easier form--" David stopped for a certain mysterious follower had just entered the room.
"Hello!" the mystery man said, "I am Orlando Bloom." and with this he threw back his hood revealing his manly fine features that so often unsettle women folk.
*author drools, swoons and faints onto the keybouaaaafgykegdsffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffdaiea sorry, I fainted.*
D: how can we help you?
O: I am looking for Steph, I have prayed for the day when fate would bring us together but I can wait no longer. I must find her, do you know where I may find her, for no-one else has ever made me feel this way. I must meet her.
H: you do know she's absolutely mad don't you?
O: that, Hermione, is why I love her.
R: what if she doesn't love you?
O: I think she does… she sent me this card.
*hands over card and the other three look at it*
H: wow that is random.
O: I know. *goes into dream land*
H: I wish someone loved me so much that it wouldn't matter if I was the most random person in the world even though I'm not.
R: Hem hem, I do.
H: Really?
R: yep.
H: oh Ron! *runs into his arms*
R: Hermione! *picks her up and carries her off to the boys dormitories.*
D: finally, that only took about five years. Hey now that Hermione's gone I can change my name from David back to Harry! Huzza!!
O: that's nice, but where can I find Steph?
H formerly known as D: Oh that's easy enough, she is sitting at her computer painting her nails and typing this story. She lives in Perth, Western Australia.
O: thanks Harry, and with me I shall take the entire cast from the lord of the rings trilogy!
H: good on you!
O: I must fly!* runs out of common room*
Harry sat for some time by the fire, contemplating what had just happened, it was then that he heard a tapping at the window.
H: Hedwig!
Hedwig flew into the common room and dropped the letter on Harry's lap then landed on a nearby table. Harry opened the letter. It read:
Dear Harry Potter,
You and your significant other are cordially invited to attend the fictional heroes conference at the new Perth convention centre in Australia. It will be held in precisely one hour. We look forward to seeing you there.
Regards,
Steph.
The author of this fanfic.
Harry re-read the letter several times before burning it. Seeing the flames devour the letter Hedwig decides she is a phoenix and burst into flames, Then emerged from the ashes. Harry raced up to the dormitories to fetch Ron and Hermione who were playing strip poker, both were down to their underpants and had drunk to much fire whisky (which they got from the leaky cauldron in the hols). Harry quickly dressed them and changed his name to Mark.
M: we have to ride the thestrals to Australia.
R: I don't like them
H: they're icky!
M: but we have to be at this conference in an hour!!!
R & H: bah!!!!!
M: I'll take that as a yes.
And with that they all ran to the forbidden forest, through empty corridors and with difficulty through the entrance hall (which was still full of everyone rolling on the floor laughing). Before they knew it all three of them were riding the thestrals over the seas at great speed, heading for the great southern land.
What will happen at this absurd conference? Will Mark/Harry, Ron and Hermione make it in time? Who will be at the conference? Did I really write a birthday card to Orlando Bloom? Was my dream really like this? Am I eating popcorn?
Look out for the next instalment of The Poll to find out!
By the by: the next one will be better, and sorry the other one was a bit short. Please review! PLEASE!!!!!!!