Harry Potter Survior: Afganistan

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Chapter 1: A Strange Invitation

It was nearing the end of summer. And Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting in the kitchen of the burrow eationg their breakfast, when 3 vultures swooped inside.

"AGHHHHHH!" Screamed Harry...like a girl.

"What's this?" Hermione asked the thin air.

They opened their letters; this is what Harry's read:

Dear Mr H.J.Potter,

We are pleased to inform you, that you have been selected, to star in Survivor: Afganistan.

Your friends and other Hogwarts students have been selected also. Four people from each house have been taken, except Gryffindor gets si, and Slytherin get fivex because Hufflepuff won't be attending due to their lack of being interesting. The 15 that have been selected are: From Gryffindor- Harry Potter Hermione Granger Ron Weasly Neville Longbottom Seamus Finnigan and Fleur Delacour (yes we realise she doesn't even attend Hogwarts, but we put her in because of Gryffindor's lack of hot chicks!) From Slytherin- Draco Malfoy Blaise Zambini Pansy Parkison Arabella Mystylla, who is an OC I put in Slytherin cause there were too many ugly girls. Hannibal-Oh by the way, we forgot to mention that each tribe got a surprise member!

From Ravenclaw- Cho Chang Cedric Diggory-who has been resurected and put in Ravenclaw, just to piss off Harry. Roger Davies-We felt we needed more pretty boys, just to stir up the other guys! Osama Bin Laden-Your celebrity guest!

Yours truly,

Sophie the devil. (Your host!)

They re-read the letters a few times and then stared at each other in amazement.

"COOL!" Yelled Ron, "I would love $1,000,000!"

"How did you know that the prize was 1 million dollars?" Asked Hermione.

"Simple. We have our own version of wizard survivor, and the prize is 1 million dollars!" Ron said gleefully.

"Well, I just don't know Harry? What will the Dursleys say about all this?" Hermione seemed worried.

Harry called the Dursleys on a random phone that appeared out of nowhere. "So? Can I go?" Asked Harry, anxiously.

"Whatever!" Roared Vernon.

"What are you so worried about Hermione? I mean all that's happening is that we are being invited to play a deadly game in the hot sun, on the hot beaches of Afganistan, with Al-Qaeda and Hannibal...not to mention Osama! And we have been invited by sophie the devil, the insane pychotic maniac, who is currently holding us captive at her lair.:" Harry stopped.

"Wait a minute, if we were at her lair, the Abandoned Weed Factory a moment ago, then why are we here, sitting in your kitchen?" Hermione asked Ron.

"I have a really BAD feeling about this!" Ron added.

"It could be dangerous!"

"We could die!"

"We could be eaten by Hannibal!"

"Or murdered by Osama or Al-Qaeda!"

"We could starve!"

"Or get baked by the sun..." "Malfoy might kill us!"

"We could all resort to cannibalism!"

"This whole thing could be a trap!"

"Sophie the devil, might kill us!"

"Or make me gay...AGAIN!"

"We could be eaten by the vultures!"

"Or eaten by natives!"

"WE could drown..."

"Die..."

"Or just be burnt at the stake!"

"This must be the worst thing ever!"

"So many things could go wrong!"

"It's a 99.9 chance we will die!"

"Let's do it!"

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Sophie: My first Chapter done! I hope you liked it! I mean! If you don't like it! I'll kill you!!!

Hermione: I have a really bad feeling about this!

Harry: Yeah! What about Hannibal?

Ron: WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!!!????

Sophie: I can't tell you that...all I am going to say is mustard...

Ron: What kind of hint is that!

Sophie: MUSTARD! Don't rub it all over you!

Harry: WHY WOULD WE DO THAT?!

Sophie: I dunno! You might just feel like doing that!

Hermione: Please god help us!