A/N: Yay! I wanted to write a strange fanfic, so, I am! I don't even ka-
no what this is about! I assume it's a Harry Potter fanfic, though. *nods
knowledgeably* I love spell check! Seeing as how I can't see my(I hope)
beta bitch until Monday. Isn't it weird how weekends can rock and suck @
the same time? If you hadn't noticed, I'm a bit crazy! Yay! Uh, well I
guess I should start the story! THX 4 reading this, if you are. If you're
not reading this, you suck!
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Luna Lovegood sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express by herself.
~I wonder what Ronald is doing...~
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Somewhere, a teenager called Ronald Weasley was being yelled at by his best friend, Harry Potter, to "GET THE HELL UP!!" That is a direct quote.
"MAN, WE'RE LATE! WE ALREADY MISSED THE TRAIN!!"
Ronald Weasley woke with a start, not groggy at all, like he normally was. "WHAT?!? Oh, no, Hermione's going to kill us!"
"Forget Hermione, what about Dumbledore, Mr. Head Boy!"
"Oh, crap, Harry, you're right!" Ron said, wide eyed. "Man, I miss Mom!" he said to no one in particular. "Our first day at school, too! Damn, when Mom hears about this, I'll have, like five Howlers! Damn damn damn! Crap," he said as he looked for his shoes. He had been getting dressed as he spoke. "I am so dead!"
Harry, who was dressed, said, "I can't believe we overslept! I knew your mom should have stayed!" Ron found his shoes and pulled them on. "But, no, I said, she needed a vacation! I mean, she does, but she told us we wouldn't get up! I wonder if she jinxed us..." he trailed off.
"Naw, Mom wouldn't do that to us!" Ron insisted, as he looked for a clean shirt. "Damn, I knew I should've packed last night..."
"Ron, by jinx," he told Ron, helping him in the fruitless search for a clean shirt, "I mean the Muggle way!"
"Well why didn't you say so?" he asked Harry. "AHA!" he shouted, pulling on a yellow shirt. Then he started piling all his stuff into his trunk. "I wish Hermione hadn't stayed with her parents!"
"Ron, she was scared for them! They're defenseless Muggles, for God's sake!"
"Scared of what? You-know-oh all right, Voldemort is gone! You killed him!"
"Duh, Ron. Like I don't know that?"
"Oh, right, sorry!" Ron laughed apologetically.
"They're scared of the Death Eaters still at large! Come on Ron," Harry said as they dashed out the door with Ron's now-packed trunk. "How thick can you be? Good thing I already put my trunk in the car!" he said as they heaved Ron's trunk into the trunk. They jumped in the car and drove off.
"Uh, Harry? Where are we going?"
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A girl named Hermione Granger paced the train, worried. "Where on Earth can they be?" she said aloud.
"I don't know," a nearby voice drawled.
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It was obvious. Painfully obvious that Granger, smartest student in school, Head Girl, one of Dumbledore's 'elite,' had finally lost it. Talking to herself, pacing the train, it all pointed to one thing. Draco knew it well, his father acted like this all the time, at home. For some inexplicable reason, Lucius Malfoy was in perfect control in public.
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Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore paced his office. The report he had just received from his new Head Girl was very disturbing. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had not gotten on the train that morning. ~What if something had happened to them?~ Molly would kill him! Just then, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore saw a bowl of petunias drop outside his office window.
~Very strange.~
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A bowl of petunias popped into existence above Hogwarts. As it fell, it thought, 'Oh no not again'
Many (non-existent) people thought that, if only we knew why bowls of petunias pop into existence above schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry, we'd know why little Brian Zeogul was abused by the pack of Diricawls who raised him.
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A/N: Mwah ha ha, isn't it great? The sad thing is, there will be more chapters and a wanna-be plot! But was it sufficiently crazy? I rather like it and I had fun writing it! Well, please review so you can tell me how nuts I am. I AM NOT A NUT I AM A CASHEW!!!!!
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot! I do not own any of the characters. I do not own Harry Potter, because I'm not smart enough to get things published. I don't own the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Trilogy, not one of the five books in it. I'm not sure if I own the plot, or the lack thereof. I don't own any of the strange things I am about to say, either.
Review me, flame me, I don't care, Just be HONEST!!! And Lo, the Magic Eight ball hath spake! Great shades of Elvis! Blue Wizard must DIE! I'm Hen-er-ry the eighth, I am! Good evening, gentlemen, all your base are belong to us! WHAT YOU SAY?!?!? Mwah ha ha! MWAH HA HA, I TELL YOU!
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Luna Lovegood sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express by herself.
~I wonder what Ronald is doing...~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Somewhere, a teenager called Ronald Weasley was being yelled at by his best friend, Harry Potter, to "GET THE HELL UP!!" That is a direct quote.
"MAN, WE'RE LATE! WE ALREADY MISSED THE TRAIN!!"
Ronald Weasley woke with a start, not groggy at all, like he normally was. "WHAT?!? Oh, no, Hermione's going to kill us!"
"Forget Hermione, what about Dumbledore, Mr. Head Boy!"
"Oh, crap, Harry, you're right!" Ron said, wide eyed. "Man, I miss Mom!" he said to no one in particular. "Our first day at school, too! Damn, when Mom hears about this, I'll have, like five Howlers! Damn damn damn! Crap," he said as he looked for his shoes. He had been getting dressed as he spoke. "I am so dead!"
Harry, who was dressed, said, "I can't believe we overslept! I knew your mom should have stayed!" Ron found his shoes and pulled them on. "But, no, I said, she needed a vacation! I mean, she does, but she told us we wouldn't get up! I wonder if she jinxed us..." he trailed off.
"Naw, Mom wouldn't do that to us!" Ron insisted, as he looked for a clean shirt. "Damn, I knew I should've packed last night..."
"Ron, by jinx," he told Ron, helping him in the fruitless search for a clean shirt, "I mean the Muggle way!"
"Well why didn't you say so?" he asked Harry. "AHA!" he shouted, pulling on a yellow shirt. Then he started piling all his stuff into his trunk. "I wish Hermione hadn't stayed with her parents!"
"Ron, she was scared for them! They're defenseless Muggles, for God's sake!"
"Scared of what? You-know-oh all right, Voldemort is gone! You killed him!"
"Duh, Ron. Like I don't know that?"
"Oh, right, sorry!" Ron laughed apologetically.
"They're scared of the Death Eaters still at large! Come on Ron," Harry said as they dashed out the door with Ron's now-packed trunk. "How thick can you be? Good thing I already put my trunk in the car!" he said as they heaved Ron's trunk into the trunk. They jumped in the car and drove off.
"Uh, Harry? Where are we going?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A girl named Hermione Granger paced the train, worried. "Where on Earth can they be?" she said aloud.
"I don't know," a nearby voice drawled.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was obvious. Painfully obvious that Granger, smartest student in school, Head Girl, one of Dumbledore's 'elite,' had finally lost it. Talking to herself, pacing the train, it all pointed to one thing. Draco knew it well, his father acted like this all the time, at home. For some inexplicable reason, Lucius Malfoy was in perfect control in public.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore paced his office. The report he had just received from his new Head Girl was very disturbing. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had not gotten on the train that morning. ~What if something had happened to them?~ Molly would kill him! Just then, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore saw a bowl of petunias drop outside his office window.
~Very strange.~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A bowl of petunias popped into existence above Hogwarts. As it fell, it thought, 'Oh no not again'
Many (non-existent) people thought that, if only we knew why bowls of petunias pop into existence above schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry, we'd know why little Brian Zeogul was abused by the pack of Diricawls who raised him.
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A/N: Mwah ha ha, isn't it great? The sad thing is, there will be more chapters and a wanna-be plot! But was it sufficiently crazy? I rather like it and I had fun writing it! Well, please review so you can tell me how nuts I am. I AM NOT A NUT I AM A CASHEW!!!!!
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot! I do not own any of the characters. I do not own Harry Potter, because I'm not smart enough to get things published. I don't own the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Trilogy, not one of the five books in it. I'm not sure if I own the plot, or the lack thereof. I don't own any of the strange things I am about to say, either.
Review me, flame me, I don't care, Just be HONEST!!! And Lo, the Magic Eight ball hath spake! Great shades of Elvis! Blue Wizard must DIE! I'm Hen-er-ry the eighth, I am! Good evening, gentlemen, all your base are belong to us! WHAT YOU SAY?!?!? Mwah ha ha! MWAH HA HA, I TELL YOU!