Chapter Three: Harry Potter and the Glare of Death
Hey, anybody who can spot the Monty Python quote will get to be a future character in the story!
I
MUST
KNOW
LUPIN'S
MIDDLE
NAME.
okay. now you can read.
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"Mama, who was that?"
"Who was what?"
"The scary man that passed us."
The witch turned to look behind her. She smiled knowingly. "Oh, honey, that's just some creep without a life who is pretending to be You-Know-Who just to scare us away, so he doesn't have to wait in line."
"OOooohhhhh. That's what I thought."
The wizard in the hooded cloak spun around dramatically, brought out his wand, and yelled, "Avada Kadavra!"
Green light shot from the tip of his wand and hit a runaway golden snitch. The snitch halted in mid-air and dropped on the spot.
Voldemort frowned, "Darn my bad aim!"
The little girl screamed and kicked him hard in the knee. "You bad, bad, nice-people-hater!"
Voldemort's lips trembled as a tear trickled down his cheek, and he ran out of Gringotts crying his eyes out.
His first attack on the wizarding world since he had been sealed inside of the map and then restored back into the world did not go well.
The Daily Prophet was convinced it was all a sick joke.
Well, in a way, it was - but the people were supposed to be screaming their heads off and running around in circles by now.
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Harry felt like screaming his head off and running around in circles, but didn't.
Wormtail rocked back and forth on his heels, and he beamed. "Still up for that tea and crumpets?"
Harry only glared.
But this was no ordinary glare. It was the 'Harry Potter Glare of Death' - the one that saved him from Voldemort when he was baby.
Wormtail screamed shrilly, turned tail, and fled.
Harry turned back to the Map in time to see words written there already:
James: That was impressive.
Harry smiled proudly, "Thanks."
Sirius: Get me out of here!
James: Did Wormtail say where that library was?
Remus: Prongs, he's a bottom-dwelling, scum-sucking, traitorous idiot. I don't think he was serious.
Sirius: You called?
Remus: Shut it, Padfoot.
Sirius: Oh.
James: It could be real - the library, you know?
Remus: I doubt it.
James: He could have been telling the truth...
Remus: Not a chance.
Sirius: Oh come on, Moony. Try to remember Peter before he was a bloddy Death Eater...
James: Padfoot, why do you capitalize "death eater" ?
Sirius: Oh sorry, does that bother you ickle Jamesie?
Harry snorted, and tried to hide it behind a loud cough.
James: DON'T
CALL
ME
THAT
EVER
AGAIN
IN
YOUR
ENTIRE
BLOODY
LIFE.
Sirius: Oh, you're no fun anymore.
Remus: Anyway... what were we talking about?
James: Err...
Harry's grin vanished. "You were talking about Wormtail."
Sirius: Oh yes, right.
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Silence - or rather, parchment blankness.
~
James: So... what about him?
Remus: He's a murderous traitor who can't be trusted.
Sirius: Oh come on, give him a chance.
Remus: I'd like to hear you say that after he frames you for murder.
Sirius: *ink smudge*
James: He's our last chance.
Sirius: Please, Moony?
Remus: No.
James: Come on.
Remus: No.
Sirius: Please?
Remus: No.
Sirius: Please?
Remus: Okay.
James: Oy! He agreed!
Sirius: I noticed.
Remus: Agreed to what?
James: To considering the possibility of thinking about maybe considering thinking about believing what Wormtail said.
Sirius: Well said, Prongs.
Remus: Err...
James: So, how are we going to do this?
Sirius: Good question.
Remus: Um.
Harry sighed, "Do you guys want me to find the library or something?"
James: You'd do that?
Harry rolled his eyes, "What, were you expecting to find it yourself?"
James: Well...
Remus: No.
James: Not really.
Sirius: Yay! Harry Potter to the rescue!
Remus: How predictable.
"Thanks," Harry replied sarcastically.
Hey, anybody who can spot the Monty Python quote will get to be a future character in the story!
I
MUST
KNOW
LUPIN'S
MIDDLE
NAME.
okay. now you can read.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mama, who was that?"
"Who was what?"
"The scary man that passed us."
The witch turned to look behind her. She smiled knowingly. "Oh, honey, that's just some creep without a life who is pretending to be You-Know-Who just to scare us away, so he doesn't have to wait in line."
"OOooohhhhh. That's what I thought."
The wizard in the hooded cloak spun around dramatically, brought out his wand, and yelled, "Avada Kadavra!"
Green light shot from the tip of his wand and hit a runaway golden snitch. The snitch halted in mid-air and dropped on the spot.
Voldemort frowned, "Darn my bad aim!"
The little girl screamed and kicked him hard in the knee. "You bad, bad, nice-people-hater!"
Voldemort's lips trembled as a tear trickled down his cheek, and he ran out of Gringotts crying his eyes out.
His first attack on the wizarding world since he had been sealed inside of the map and then restored back into the world did not go well.
The Daily Prophet was convinced it was all a sick joke.
Well, in a way, it was - but the people were supposed to be screaming their heads off and running around in circles by now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry felt like screaming his head off and running around in circles, but didn't.
Wormtail rocked back and forth on his heels, and he beamed. "Still up for that tea and crumpets?"
Harry only glared.
But this was no ordinary glare. It was the 'Harry Potter Glare of Death' - the one that saved him from Voldemort when he was baby.
Wormtail screamed shrilly, turned tail, and fled.
Harry turned back to the Map in time to see words written there already:
James: That was impressive.
Harry smiled proudly, "Thanks."
Sirius: Get me out of here!
James: Did Wormtail say where that library was?
Remus: Prongs, he's a bottom-dwelling, scum-sucking, traitorous idiot. I don't think he was serious.
Sirius: You called?
Remus: Shut it, Padfoot.
Sirius: Oh.
James: It could be real - the library, you know?
Remus: I doubt it.
James: He could have been telling the truth...
Remus: Not a chance.
Sirius: Oh come on, Moony. Try to remember Peter before he was a bloddy Death Eater...
James: Padfoot, why do you capitalize "death eater" ?
Sirius: Oh sorry, does that bother you ickle Jamesie?
Harry snorted, and tried to hide it behind a loud cough.
James: DON'T
CALL
ME
THAT
EVER
AGAIN
IN
YOUR
ENTIRE
BLOODY
LIFE.
Sirius: Oh, you're no fun anymore.
Remus: Anyway... what were we talking about?
James: Err...
Harry's grin vanished. "You were talking about Wormtail."
Sirius: Oh yes, right.
~
Silence - or rather, parchment blankness.
~
James: So... what about him?
Remus: He's a murderous traitor who can't be trusted.
Sirius: Oh come on, give him a chance.
Remus: I'd like to hear you say that after he frames you for murder.
Sirius: *ink smudge*
James: He's our last chance.
Sirius: Please, Moony?
Remus: No.
James: Come on.
Remus: No.
Sirius: Please?
Remus: No.
Sirius: Please?
Remus: Okay.
James: Oy! He agreed!
Sirius: I noticed.
Remus: Agreed to what?
James: To considering the possibility of thinking about maybe considering thinking about believing what Wormtail said.
Sirius: Well said, Prongs.
Remus: Err...
James: So, how are we going to do this?
Sirius: Good question.
Remus: Um.
Harry sighed, "Do you guys want me to find the library or something?"
James: You'd do that?
Harry rolled his eyes, "What, were you expecting to find it yourself?"
James: Well...
Remus: No.
James: Not really.
Sirius: Yay! Harry Potter to the rescue!
Remus: How predictable.
"Thanks," Harry replied sarcastically.