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This has been temporarily suspended due to exams, holidays and all-round general laziness. Thank you and here we go again!
LadyMAPaBe: Thank you, yes, this is really old. Will try to update more often.
tor-and-fenris: STOP FOLLOWING ME!!! Of Course I made it up, this is fanfiction. And OF COURSE it's funny, THIS IS HUMOUR FANFICTION! AND OF COURSE IT'S JK ROWLING THIS IS HARRY POTTER FANFICTION!!! STOP FOLLOWING ME!!! REVIEW ONLY THE LAST CHAPTER!!! STOP freaking FOLLOWING ME!!! I can't explain the nirvana though, that was a coincidence. No, seriously, it was.
Thank you to all the reviewers who have for some reason or another neglected to review! ...although in this case it is probably because I haven't updated for so long... er... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione found Harry sitting by a window with his head in his hands. She put a sympathetic arm around his shoulders.
"Don't worry Harry, we'll sort it all out."
"I don't want to do this anymore!" Harry cried. "People dying and that, it hurts, but this is just plain ridiculous!"
"It's all right Harry! We'll get through this."
"How? How can I fight Voldemort if I keep spouting random chameleons all the time???"
"It's alright, Harry. Perhaps he'll die laughing."
He gave her a dirty look.
"Sorry. But you have to admit it's funny. Look, Harry, Voldemort has the FULL charm on him. He can't speak unless he sings! You have some advantage over him. Please, don't give up."
Harry suddenly grinned. "Who said anything about giving up?!"
"Wha-"
"You'll see." And with that, mysteriously, and really annoyingly, he left.
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The next morning they set off for Paris. Harry could not rationally explain this decision, but they all pretended that it was because it was such a musical place. Little did they know what awaited them...
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Meanwhile, back at HQ- ...uh I mean Voldemort's evil, evil, dark, evil, gloomy, evil, black, evil, wretched, evil little apartment in an unspecified capital that smelled of onions which the Death Eaters were really getting sick of...
"We think it's world world world world world, domination, We can't get it right, still we carry on We think it's world world world world world, domination, We've been going on, for too long!" Chorused the Death eaters.
"SHUT UP YOU mmmph mmmph mmph!" Said Voldemort, trying not to start singing again. He suddenly fell catatonic on the floor and was buried in ultraviolets.
Bellatrix sighed. "We're never going to get them like this! It's ridiculous!" She was quickly shushed in case Voldemort heard her through the flowers, which were glowing radioactively and had now sprouted very strange-looking fungi.
Suddenly Wormtail came rushing in. "My Lord, my lord! HARRY Potter's comiiiiing! To town! ...um." He blinked. "Where's the master? And what are those little orangey-purple dragons doing on that pile of decaying flowers? Oooh! Pretty!" He reached out to touch one, and was zapped an electric shock. He glowed blue for a minute and then collapsed.
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Dumbledore flicked his wand and the projection disappeared off the wall. "Yes," he said to the rest of the faculty. "I think Harry and his friends will be quite all right in Paris. ...and somebody wake up Professor Battye please."
This has been temporarily suspended due to exams, holidays and all-round general laziness. Thank you and here we go again!
LadyMAPaBe: Thank you, yes, this is really old. Will try to update more often.
tor-and-fenris: STOP FOLLOWING ME!!! Of Course I made it up, this is fanfiction. And OF COURSE it's funny, THIS IS HUMOUR FANFICTION! AND OF COURSE IT'S JK ROWLING THIS IS HARRY POTTER FANFICTION!!! STOP FOLLOWING ME!!! REVIEW ONLY THE LAST CHAPTER!!! STOP freaking FOLLOWING ME!!! I can't explain the nirvana though, that was a coincidence. No, seriously, it was.
Thank you to all the reviewers who have for some reason or another neglected to review! ...although in this case it is probably because I haven't updated for so long... er... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione found Harry sitting by a window with his head in his hands. She put a sympathetic arm around his shoulders.
"Don't worry Harry, we'll sort it all out."
"I don't want to do this anymore!" Harry cried. "People dying and that, it hurts, but this is just plain ridiculous!"
"It's all right Harry! We'll get through this."
"How? How can I fight Voldemort if I keep spouting random chameleons all the time???"
"It's alright, Harry. Perhaps he'll die laughing."
He gave her a dirty look.
"Sorry. But you have to admit it's funny. Look, Harry, Voldemort has the FULL charm on him. He can't speak unless he sings! You have some advantage over him. Please, don't give up."
Harry suddenly grinned. "Who said anything about giving up?!"
"Wha-"
"You'll see." And with that, mysteriously, and really annoyingly, he left.
*********************
The next morning they set off for Paris. Harry could not rationally explain this decision, but they all pretended that it was because it was such a musical place. Little did they know what awaited them...
**********************
Meanwhile, back at HQ- ...uh I mean Voldemort's evil, evil, dark, evil, gloomy, evil, black, evil, wretched, evil little apartment in an unspecified capital that smelled of onions which the Death Eaters were really getting sick of...
"We think it's world world world world world, domination, We can't get it right, still we carry on We think it's world world world world world, domination, We've been going on, for too long!" Chorused the Death eaters.
"SHUT UP YOU mmmph mmmph mmph!" Said Voldemort, trying not to start singing again. He suddenly fell catatonic on the floor and was buried in ultraviolets.
Bellatrix sighed. "We're never going to get them like this! It's ridiculous!" She was quickly shushed in case Voldemort heard her through the flowers, which were glowing radioactively and had now sprouted very strange-looking fungi.
Suddenly Wormtail came rushing in. "My Lord, my lord! HARRY Potter's comiiiiing! To town! ...um." He blinked. "Where's the master? And what are those little orangey-purple dragons doing on that pile of decaying flowers? Oooh! Pretty!" He reached out to touch one, and was zapped an electric shock. He glowed blue for a minute and then collapsed.
**********************
Dumbledore flicked his wand and the projection disappeared off the wall. "Yes," he said to the rest of the faculty. "I think Harry and his friends will be quite all right in Paris. ...and somebody wake up Professor Battye please."