Thank you all my reviewers! Especially those that ACTUALLY REVIEW!!!!
i-luv-being-me: Actually, I suggest you STOP reviewing until you have something USEFUL to say. No, that was mean, but really, much as I LOVE unsubstantiated praise, suggestions are the main reason for my even reading reviews...
blackbeltchick06: Thanks. Same to you.
tor-and-fenris: Stop picking on the Creatures-that-are-not-dobby. You obviously have a custard obsession as well as a bagel obsession...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Get over it.
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Hermione suddenly found herself sitting in a large wooden room with a humongous book of law in front of her.
As she looked up from it, puzzled, she noticed Ron in what looked very much like a witness stand and Harry in what seemed to be chains in front of a judge with a large mallet who bore an amazingly coincidental resemblance to McGonagall.
She blinked in puzzlement.
Harry also looked tremendously confused. "Why... uh, why am I in, like, chains?"
"Silence! Order in the court!" The judge shouted. "We shall now proceed. Mr Malfoy, please state your case."
The three gaped as Draco Malfoy stepped out, smirking and carrying a briefcase with silver butterfly clasps to match his hair.
"Your honour," he began, "The accused, who is accused of a grievous crime, was seen on a Monday morning, second of March, 3:31 in the afternoon, at-"
"Get on with it!" The judge snapped. "We all know the stated facts! You spoke of them at length before the arrival of the defense! I have a migraine! And I also think I'm drowning in grease! Just question the damn witness!"
"Right," smirked Malfoy, walking up to Ron. "Where were you on March the second?!"
"Uh... umm... er..." stumbled Ron.
"Did you or did you not see the accused getting out of bed on the morning in question?!"
"Er.. um... er... yes... er... um..."
"Your honour, I rest my case."
The judge blinked and frowned. "How is this conclusive evidence?"
"Well, your honour," Malfoy said, smiling evilly, "if I may quote volume two, chapter three, page twelve, paragraph seven, clause 1 (iii) which states that, with the exception of extenuating circumstances mentioned in chapter one, page five, paragraph four, subclause 3 (iv)-"
"That's alright! Just, just convict the accused. And someone get me an aspirin! ...and a towel."
With this some armed penguins in police uniforms dragged Harry away as a lackey ran to the judge with a tablet and a glass of water.
"No! Harry!" Cried Hermione. But it was too late, he was gone...
"RON!!!!!"
Ron looked up at Hermione, who had a VERY evil glint in her eyes. "Oh, SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!"
i-luv-being-me: Actually, I suggest you STOP reviewing until you have something USEFUL to say. No, that was mean, but really, much as I LOVE unsubstantiated praise, suggestions are the main reason for my even reading reviews...
blackbeltchick06: Thanks. Same to you.
tor-and-fenris: Stop picking on the Creatures-that-are-not-dobby. You obviously have a custard obsession as well as a bagel obsession...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Get over it.
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Hermione suddenly found herself sitting in a large wooden room with a humongous book of law in front of her.
As she looked up from it, puzzled, she noticed Ron in what looked very much like a witness stand and Harry in what seemed to be chains in front of a judge with a large mallet who bore an amazingly coincidental resemblance to McGonagall.
She blinked in puzzlement.
Harry also looked tremendously confused. "Why... uh, why am I in, like, chains?"
"Silence! Order in the court!" The judge shouted. "We shall now proceed. Mr Malfoy, please state your case."
The three gaped as Draco Malfoy stepped out, smirking and carrying a briefcase with silver butterfly clasps to match his hair.
"Your honour," he began, "The accused, who is accused of a grievous crime, was seen on a Monday morning, second of March, 3:31 in the afternoon, at-"
"Get on with it!" The judge snapped. "We all know the stated facts! You spoke of them at length before the arrival of the defense! I have a migraine! And I also think I'm drowning in grease! Just question the damn witness!"
"Right," smirked Malfoy, walking up to Ron. "Where were you on March the second?!"
"Uh... umm... er..." stumbled Ron.
"Did you or did you not see the accused getting out of bed on the morning in question?!"
"Er.. um... er... yes... er... um..."
"Your honour, I rest my case."
The judge blinked and frowned. "How is this conclusive evidence?"
"Well, your honour," Malfoy said, smiling evilly, "if I may quote volume two, chapter three, page twelve, paragraph seven, clause 1 (iii) which states that, with the exception of extenuating circumstances mentioned in chapter one, page five, paragraph four, subclause 3 (iv)-"
"That's alright! Just, just convict the accused. And someone get me an aspirin! ...and a towel."
With this some armed penguins in police uniforms dragged Harry away as a lackey ran to the judge with a tablet and a glass of water.
"No! Harry!" Cried Hermione. But it was too late, he was gone...
"RON!!!!!"
Ron looked up at Hermione, who had a VERY evil glint in her eyes. "Oh, SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!"