The end. Ha! Just kidding
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Harry had tried everything. But still, he couldn't find the seemingly non-existant library. He had looked it up in the muggle phone book. (How do you think that went?)
He had tried asking random people off the street, only to get tomatoes and cheese dip thrown at him.
He sent a letter to Dumbledore, only to get a note saying, "I don't know where it is, but I've heard they have Tea Parties on Wednesdays"
He tried eating donuts. That didn't help, either.
He tried looking for Wormtail, but of course, only found a tattered and broken toy cow without any batteries in a dumpster. He took it home and named it Bartholemew.
Hedwig wasn't too happy about this.
Speaking of Hedwig - she just flew through the window with a letter attached to her leg.
Harry opened the letter, and his eyes widened in shock.
The Marauder's Map began to write words on itself.
Remus: Who's it from?
Harry looked up with his mouth wide open.
"You."
James: Me?
Remus: No me, you dunderhead.
Sirius: You?
Remus: Me?
Harry nodded.
James: How'd you pull that one off, Moony?
Remus: I dunno.
Just then, realization and understanding hit Harry like a runaway shopping cart. "It's from you... but it's not from *you*."
Sirius: Well, that explains a whole lot.
Harry mussed his hair as he considered how to say this.
Sirius: Prongs, did you see that?
James: See what?
Sirius: Harry just messed up his hair!
James: That's just wonderful, Padfoot.
Sirius: No, but you do that all the time!
James: What's your point?
Remus: HEY!
Sirius: What?
James: Huh?
Remus: We're trying to figure out how I wrote a letter to Harry.
Sirius: Oh yeah.
James: Sorry, forgot.
Harry finally found words to describe what he was trying to say. "Well, you know how you're still alive and all that?"
Sirius: Stupid authors and their unjust decisions.
James: Quiet, you. I'm dead, too.
Remus: Ya?
"Well, you just sent me a letter. Today."
Remus: Err...
"You're like thirty-something years old, and you just sent me a letter..."
Remus: Oh!
Sirius: I get it.
James: You do?
Sirius: Not really.
Remus: What does it say?
"Just wrote to see how you were doing." Harry read. He turned the letter over, and frowned. "That's it?"
James: Quite the chatterbox, isn't he?
Harry brought out a roll of parchment and a quill to reply the letter. He scratched his chin with the tip of his quill before realizing he just dipped it in ink.
"ARGH!"
Sirius: Ha!
James: Inkie chin!
He rubbed the ink off with one of Uncle Vernon's old socks, and then, as if a lightbulb had appeared over his head, he brightened as an idea struck him. He gasped, and started writing frivolously.(smashing good word, by the way.)
Remus: What are you writing?
Harry grinned proudly at his own brilliantness. (If that isn't a word, it should be)
"I'm asking you if you know where to find 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."
Remus: But I don't!
James: Or do you?
Sirius: Dun dun dunnn...
Harry smiled slightly. "But what if you know now?"
Remus: Now?
Harry nodded. "NOW now."
Sirius: Huh?
James: What?
Wormtail: I think I know what he means.
Sirius: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
Wormtail: Hello? I'm sealed in this map, too. I just kept quiet.
Remus: Wormtail, where's 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?
Wormtail: Never heard of it.
"Yet." Harry added.
James: What?
"He hasn't heard of it YET."
Remus: And neither have I.
"Yet."
Sirius: Prongs, have you any idea what's going on?
James: Not a clue.
Sirius: Want to play Tic Tac Toe?
James: Sure!
Seconds later, a small tic tac toe thingy appeared in the corner of the parchment.
Harry tried sending the letter off with Bartholemew, only to realize that Bartholemew couldn't fly. The broken toy cow only dropped and clattered through the bushes below. Harry sighed sadly, and opened Hedwig's cage.
Hedwig bit his hand hard.
"OUCH! What was that for?"
Hedwig only glared.
Harry reached out tentatively, "Just - just, send this letter to Lupin, okay?" Harry glanced at Hedwig warily, and averted his eyes from the threatening owl once again.
Hedwig looked as if he could kill Harry any moment, but only ferociously snapped the letter, and flew out the window.
Remus: If I were you, Harry, I'd try cooking some roast owl.
Sirius: Is the chapter over yet?
James: TIC TAC TOE! THREE IN A ROW!
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LUPIN HAS TO HAVE A MIDDLE NAME!! It starts with a J. that's all I know. (does Professor R. J. Lupin ring a bell, anyone?)
Maybe Rowling is just trying to torture me by not telling me.
Or maybe it's not really that important.
anyway, ignore me, that's just my stupid obsession. I love Lupin.
So... I guess nobody knows the Monty Python phrase. I can't remeber what movie it was from - I don't think it was from the Holy Grail.
Just in case there's somebody out there who knows what I'm talking about and has just failed to read my story, I won't spoil it just yet.
Happy Saturday! (it IS saturday, right?)
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Harry had tried everything. But still, he couldn't find the seemingly non-existant library. He had looked it up in the muggle phone book. (How do you think that went?)
He had tried asking random people off the street, only to get tomatoes and cheese dip thrown at him.
He sent a letter to Dumbledore, only to get a note saying, "I don't know where it is, but I've heard they have Tea Parties on Wednesdays"
He tried eating donuts. That didn't help, either.
He tried looking for Wormtail, but of course, only found a tattered and broken toy cow without any batteries in a dumpster. He took it home and named it Bartholemew.
Hedwig wasn't too happy about this.
Speaking of Hedwig - she just flew through the window with a letter attached to her leg.
Harry opened the letter, and his eyes widened in shock.
The Marauder's Map began to write words on itself.
Remus: Who's it from?
Harry looked up with his mouth wide open.
"You."
James: Me?
Remus: No me, you dunderhead.
Sirius: You?
Remus: Me?
Harry nodded.
James: How'd you pull that one off, Moony?
Remus: I dunno.
Just then, realization and understanding hit Harry like a runaway shopping cart. "It's from you... but it's not from *you*."
Sirius: Well, that explains a whole lot.
Harry mussed his hair as he considered how to say this.
Sirius: Prongs, did you see that?
James: See what?
Sirius: Harry just messed up his hair!
James: That's just wonderful, Padfoot.
Sirius: No, but you do that all the time!
James: What's your point?
Remus: HEY!
Sirius: What?
James: Huh?
Remus: We're trying to figure out how I wrote a letter to Harry.
Sirius: Oh yeah.
James: Sorry, forgot.
Harry finally found words to describe what he was trying to say. "Well, you know how you're still alive and all that?"
Sirius: Stupid authors and their unjust decisions.
James: Quiet, you. I'm dead, too.
Remus: Ya?
"Well, you just sent me a letter. Today."
Remus: Err...
"You're like thirty-something years old, and you just sent me a letter..."
Remus: Oh!
Sirius: I get it.
James: You do?
Sirius: Not really.
Remus: What does it say?
"Just wrote to see how you were doing." Harry read. He turned the letter over, and frowned. "That's it?"
James: Quite the chatterbox, isn't he?
Harry brought out a roll of parchment and a quill to reply the letter. He scratched his chin with the tip of his quill before realizing he just dipped it in ink.
"ARGH!"
Sirius: Ha!
James: Inkie chin!
He rubbed the ink off with one of Uncle Vernon's old socks, and then, as if a lightbulb had appeared over his head, he brightened as an idea struck him. He gasped, and started writing frivolously.(smashing good word, by the way.)
Remus: What are you writing?
Harry grinned proudly at his own brilliantness. (If that isn't a word, it should be)
"I'm asking you if you know where to find 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."
Remus: But I don't!
James: Or do you?
Sirius: Dun dun dunnn...
Harry smiled slightly. "But what if you know now?"
Remus: Now?
Harry nodded. "NOW now."
Sirius: Huh?
James: What?
Wormtail: I think I know what he means.
Sirius: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
Wormtail: Hello? I'm sealed in this map, too. I just kept quiet.
Remus: Wormtail, where's 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?
Wormtail: Never heard of it.
"Yet." Harry added.
James: What?
"He hasn't heard of it YET."
Remus: And neither have I.
"Yet."
Sirius: Prongs, have you any idea what's going on?
James: Not a clue.
Sirius: Want to play Tic Tac Toe?
James: Sure!
Seconds later, a small tic tac toe thingy appeared in the corner of the parchment.
Harry tried sending the letter off with Bartholemew, only to realize that Bartholemew couldn't fly. The broken toy cow only dropped and clattered through the bushes below. Harry sighed sadly, and opened Hedwig's cage.
Hedwig bit his hand hard.
"OUCH! What was that for?"
Hedwig only glared.
Harry reached out tentatively, "Just - just, send this letter to Lupin, okay?" Harry glanced at Hedwig warily, and averted his eyes from the threatening owl once again.
Hedwig looked as if he could kill Harry any moment, but only ferociously snapped the letter, and flew out the window.
Remus: If I were you, Harry, I'd try cooking some roast owl.
Sirius: Is the chapter over yet?
James: TIC TAC TOE! THREE IN A ROW!
~~~~~~~~~
LUPIN HAS TO HAVE A MIDDLE NAME!! It starts with a J. that's all I know. (does Professor R. J. Lupin ring a bell, anyone?)
Maybe Rowling is just trying to torture me by not telling me.
Or maybe it's not really that important.
anyway, ignore me, that's just my stupid obsession. I love Lupin.
So... I guess nobody knows the Monty Python phrase. I can't remeber what movie it was from - I don't think it was from the Holy Grail.
Just in case there's somebody out there who knows what I'm talking about and has just failed to read my story, I won't spoil it just yet.
Happy Saturday! (it IS saturday, right?)