Hey, people. Hello? Ya. If you haven't read "The Marauder's Map and how it defeated Voldie" then you prolly won't understand what's going on.
Okay. that said...
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Voldemort: Ouch!
Voldemort: Ouch!!
Voldemort: Stop it, I mean it!
Voldemort: ARGH!
Sirius: Ha ha.
James: Ouch!
Remus: What was that Prongs?
James: I said 'Ouch!'
Sirius: Oh. I got that the firt time.
Remus: Good for you, Padfoot.
This was what Harry did in his spare time at Privet Drive. Dudley had his computer games and his playstation, and his new Corvette, and his froot loops, but no, Harry had the marauders, and that was FAR more entertaining.
James: Ouch!
Sirius: That isn't funny, Prongs.
James: Why would it be funny? I'm suffering here!
Remus: How's that?
James: Voldemort's poking me back!
Harry gasped in horror.
Voldemort: hee hee.
All of a sudden (dun dun dunnn) harry hears a clatter of noises downstairs and a jumble of angry shouts from his uncle.
"What nerve you have to barge in here - what do you think you're - Petunia, he has a wand!!"
There was a multitude of shouts and screams and cows mooing. (ha, just kidding.)
Remus: What was that, Harry?
Harry looked around frantically for his wand. "How am I supposed to know?" he cried.
Before Harry could reach the door, however, the door swung open, and there stood none other than...
Peter Pettigrew, and a toy cow. (don't ask)
But as Wormtail set the cow upon Harry's dresser, and brought out his wand, Harry saw that the Toy Cow was only a disguise for what it really was...
A book.
At that moment, the marauder's map once again shone with fresh ink as the words of Voldemort wrote themselves with invisible hands.
Voldemort: Harry, haven't you wondered why my faithful Wormtail wasn't with the other Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries? Ever wondered why he never even showed up, or was even mentioned in your fifth year?
Wormtail beamed proudly at himself as he held up the large book.
"I've been in the library the whole time. It took forever to find this." he said.
In the gleam of the sunlight shining through the window, Harry could finally read what the book was titled.
~~"Escaping Presumed Dead Dark Wizards from Really Old Enchanted Maps Without Drawing Muggles' Attention For Dummies."~~
James: Wow.
Sirius: Move over, Prongs, I can't see.
Remus: What kind of a library did you find that at?
Wormtail looked as if Remus should have known. "Why, the Library for Determined Death Eaters, of course."
Voldemort: Tuesday's Bingo Night.
Wormtail gasped. "It is, isn't it? And, bloody hell, it's tuesday, isn't it?"
Harry nodded, and he supposed if the other marauders could, they would have as well.
Wormtail shook Harry's hand. "Well, I must be leaving then."
Sirius: Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay for tea and crumpets?
Remus: Shut up, Padfoot.
Voldemort: Wait, aren't you going to get me out of here first?
Wormtail stomped his foot like a six year old. "Awwwww, do I have to?
Voldemort: Yes!
Wormtail scowled at the parchment, opened the book (which mooed) and muttered, "Flegelraskamanniforstalette."
With a pop, Voldemort appeared in the room, brushing off his robes. "thanks."
"No problem."
James: Wait! Aren't you going to let us out, too, Peter?
remus: Please?
Wormtail frowned genuinely. "I'm sorry, but that's a whole different book. I don't think it's in the library i go to. You could try the Library for Worn Out Trouble Makers who Think they are Young but Are really Dead and Sealed Inside of an Accursed Map That they Made Themselves While They were Children at School. They might help."
Remus: Is that supposed to be a joke?
Sirius: They have Tea Parties on Wednesdays!
James: Oh sod it.
Voldemort smiled cheerfully and gave them all an energetic wave. "Bye, all."
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I know, that was utterly revolting but... like I said (or maybe failed to mention) i have WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON MY HANDS. *wink*
Reviews make me happy, and happy makes me write.
And writing just makes a mess of everything, but you seem to be enjoying it because you're reviewing!
Okay. that said...
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Voldemort: Ouch!
Voldemort: Ouch!!
Voldemort: Stop it, I mean it!
Voldemort: ARGH!
Sirius: Ha ha.
James: Ouch!
Remus: What was that Prongs?
James: I said 'Ouch!'
Sirius: Oh. I got that the firt time.
Remus: Good for you, Padfoot.
This was what Harry did in his spare time at Privet Drive. Dudley had his computer games and his playstation, and his new Corvette, and his froot loops, but no, Harry had the marauders, and that was FAR more entertaining.
James: Ouch!
Sirius: That isn't funny, Prongs.
James: Why would it be funny? I'm suffering here!
Remus: How's that?
James: Voldemort's poking me back!
Harry gasped in horror.
Voldemort: hee hee.
All of a sudden (dun dun dunnn) harry hears a clatter of noises downstairs and a jumble of angry shouts from his uncle.
"What nerve you have to barge in here - what do you think you're - Petunia, he has a wand!!"
There was a multitude of shouts and screams and cows mooing. (ha, just kidding.)
Remus: What was that, Harry?
Harry looked around frantically for his wand. "How am I supposed to know?" he cried.
Before Harry could reach the door, however, the door swung open, and there stood none other than...
Peter Pettigrew, and a toy cow. (don't ask)
But as Wormtail set the cow upon Harry's dresser, and brought out his wand, Harry saw that the Toy Cow was only a disguise for what it really was...
A book.
At that moment, the marauder's map once again shone with fresh ink as the words of Voldemort wrote themselves with invisible hands.
Voldemort: Harry, haven't you wondered why my faithful Wormtail wasn't with the other Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries? Ever wondered why he never even showed up, or was even mentioned in your fifth year?
Wormtail beamed proudly at himself as he held up the large book.
"I've been in the library the whole time. It took forever to find this." he said.
In the gleam of the sunlight shining through the window, Harry could finally read what the book was titled.
~~"Escaping Presumed Dead Dark Wizards from Really Old Enchanted Maps Without Drawing Muggles' Attention For Dummies."~~
James: Wow.
Sirius: Move over, Prongs, I can't see.
Remus: What kind of a library did you find that at?
Wormtail looked as if Remus should have known. "Why, the Library for Determined Death Eaters, of course."
Voldemort: Tuesday's Bingo Night.
Wormtail gasped. "It is, isn't it? And, bloody hell, it's tuesday, isn't it?"
Harry nodded, and he supposed if the other marauders could, they would have as well.
Wormtail shook Harry's hand. "Well, I must be leaving then."
Sirius: Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay for tea and crumpets?
Remus: Shut up, Padfoot.
Voldemort: Wait, aren't you going to get me out of here first?
Wormtail stomped his foot like a six year old. "Awwwww, do I have to?
Voldemort: Yes!
Wormtail scowled at the parchment, opened the book (which mooed) and muttered, "Flegelraskamanniforstalette."
With a pop, Voldemort appeared in the room, brushing off his robes. "thanks."
"No problem."
James: Wait! Aren't you going to let us out, too, Peter?
remus: Please?
Wormtail frowned genuinely. "I'm sorry, but that's a whole different book. I don't think it's in the library i go to. You could try the Library for Worn Out Trouble Makers who Think they are Young but Are really Dead and Sealed Inside of an Accursed Map That they Made Themselves While They were Children at School. They might help."
Remus: Is that supposed to be a joke?
Sirius: They have Tea Parties on Wednesdays!
James: Oh sod it.
Voldemort smiled cheerfully and gave them all an energetic wave. "Bye, all."
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I know, that was utterly revolting but... like I said (or maybe failed to mention) i have WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON MY HANDS. *wink*
Reviews make me happy, and happy makes me write.
And writing just makes a mess of everything, but you seem to be enjoying it because you're reviewing!