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Harry sighed slightly, his footsteps ricocheting off of the corridor floor. An image flashed through his mind. A red headed boy with many freckles, once his love. A tear came to his eye in remembrance of Ron. Oh, how he longed for those late nights once more. Finally, he came to the staircase and began to climb up, but he stopped at the third step. A voice. Who was it? "BOOMSHAKALAKALAKA! BOOMSHAKA, BOOMSHAKA!"
Was it his spide-y sense? No, spiders didn't boomshakala! "WHO IS THERE?" Harry screamed. "RON? THAT BETTER NOT BE YOU!" "BOOMSHAKALAKALAKA!" "STOP IT!" "BOOMSHAKALAKALAKA!" Harry became so tense; he ended up falling off of the stairs. His arm! It was broken once more! But of course, Professor Lockhart was there to save the day. He came running down the corridor, wand in hand. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Harry screamed. "No, no, no, no...it won't hurt a bit, Harry!" He lifted up his wand to say the spell, but was soon tackled by none other than...LEGOLAS! ((That is right, ladehs...XD)) "Harry Potter? Oh...do come with me, quickly!" "But...my arm..." "Oh who cares about your arm...Just do a little spell-y thing on it, and we must be off!" Legolas said, trying to hurry him up. "I don't know any." "OH, BUT I DO!" Professor Lockhart spoke up. "No! Not you...anyone but you." Harry said, trying to stand up, but failing. "Oh quit your whining, already." He pushed him back to the ground. By this time, Harry had grown furious. He started yelling at the top of his lungs, like a small child. "LET ME GO YOU BIG MEANIE POO!!!!" "Um...alright...I'm...sorry, then." The professor took a step back as Harry stood up avoiding the strange looks he was getting from passing classmates. Legolas then gathered young Potter into his amazingly muscular arms and carried him off to his noble steed. While doing so, he tripped over a conveniently placed watermelon and fell into a...
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Harry sighed slightly, his footsteps ricocheting off of the corridor floor. An image flashed through his mind. A red headed boy with many freckles, once his love. A tear came to his eye in remembrance of Ron. Oh, how he longed for those late nights once more. Finally, he came to the staircase and began to climb up, but he stopped at the third step. A voice. Who was it? "BOOMSHAKALAKALAKA! BOOMSHAKA, BOOMSHAKA!"
Was it his spide-y sense? No, spiders didn't boomshakala! "WHO IS THERE?" Harry screamed. "RON? THAT BETTER NOT BE YOU!" "BOOMSHAKALAKALAKA!" "STOP IT!" "BOOMSHAKALAKALAKA!" Harry became so tense; he ended up falling off of the stairs. His arm! It was broken once more! But of course, Professor Lockhart was there to save the day. He came running down the corridor, wand in hand. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Harry screamed. "No, no, no, no...it won't hurt a bit, Harry!" He lifted up his wand to say the spell, but was soon tackled by none other than...LEGOLAS! ((That is right, ladehs...XD)) "Harry Potter? Oh...do come with me, quickly!" "But...my arm..." "Oh who cares about your arm...Just do a little spell-y thing on it, and we must be off!" Legolas said, trying to hurry him up. "I don't know any." "OH, BUT I DO!" Professor Lockhart spoke up. "No! Not you...anyone but you." Harry said, trying to stand up, but failing. "Oh quit your whining, already." He pushed him back to the ground. By this time, Harry had grown furious. He started yelling at the top of his lungs, like a small child. "LET ME GO YOU BIG MEANIE POO!!!!" "Um...alright...I'm...sorry, then." The professor took a step back as Harry stood up avoiding the strange looks he was getting from passing classmates. Legolas then gathered young Potter into his amazingly muscular arms and carried him off to his noble steed. While doing so, he tripped over a conveniently placed watermelon and fell into a...