Disclaimer: Of course this belongs to me! I am the genius who created the Harry Potter world. *hears sirens in the background and police running towards the house* Alright so maybe it's not mine. I'm just a lowly poor high school student. Everything you recognize is not mine and never will be mine. So you can leave now, you cops.
Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I was abducted by aliens who wanted to learn how to ride a bike. So I had to stay with them until they learned. Let me tell you this, aliens with five legs and only one arm do not do good on bikes. Hopeless cases. Anyways, here is the next chapter. Sorry it's so short.
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Chloe was rudely interrupted from her nap by the sound of the most annoying song that ever came into existence, "Rock Your Body." She glanced around, bleary-eyed, trying to find the source of the noise, so that she could smash it into millions of little pieces with a sledgehammer, put the pieces in a blender, and feed them to penguins in the South Pole. Her wandering eyes came to rest upon a sight that made her blood boil; her communication stone was on the table, lit up, meaning that someone is trying to reach her. But that's not what made her blood boil; it was that the stone was the source of the dreadful song. Someone had hacked into it and changed the tune while Chloe was sleeping.
"Gul'dan," growled Chloe to the empty room, swearing to get a sweet revenge out of it. She got up and picked the stone off of the table, hoping that Gul'dan wasn't on the other side. He wouldn't be alive for much longer if he was. The stones were charmed so that no harm could come to the people on either side of them, but Chloe was going to try to break that charm if it was Gul'dan. She pressed the nearly invisible button to talk to the other person. Luckily, it was Turalyon.
"Hey, I love the song you picked. Here, I was thinking that you didn't like the singer. You must be a closet Justin Timberlake fan," Turalyon began with, laughing at the look on Chloe's face.
"Shut it before I curse you from here into the next century. I didn't put that song on, you nitwit. Gul'dan did," responded Chloe.
"Suuuuurrrre, he did. Always blame Gul'dan, why don't you? Why can't you two just get along? You're always fighting and insulting each other."
"I always blame him because he is always to blame. He is the source of all that is evil in this world. And, no, we can't get along. It's against my flying monkeys' religion. Plus, the day we get along is the day the purple, orange-eyed, pink-haired, slithering, violin-playing elephants learn the cha-cha. In other words, never! But, I don't want to talk about him because the more I talk about him, the more ways I think of making him extinct. What did you call for, anyways?"
"He says the same thing about
you. I didn't call to find out about
your secret obsession of Jus-," Turalyon stopped
short for he saw the look on Chloe's face.
"I got news from the Powers-That-Be, who got their news from someone
else, who got their news from someone else and so on. Voldemort is
planning to break out his Death Eaters in Azkaban tonight around midnight, so Malfoy
will be out and back into commission."
"Oh, goody! We should throw him a welcome home party. We'll have streamers and food and gifts and even a piñata. Oh, we'll need some silly string, music, and…"
"Night-Eye! Shut up!" yelled Turalyon. "He doesn't need a welcome home party. I thought we were going to throw him a baby shower, anyways. And he can't have two parties in one year."
"Oh, yes, the baby shower," Chloe replied with an evil glint in her eye. "He is so going to kill me for that. Anyways, it's excellent news that Malfoy is getting out. He is a valuable asset to us and Voldemort."
"Yeah, the Powers-That-Be were starting to get worried that he would spend the rest of eternity in that god-forsaken spit of land." [1]
"They're a bunch of idiots to think that Voldemort wouldn't release his Death Eaters from Azkaban. I'm surrounded by idiots. Is that all that you wanted to tell me because I am starving and if I remember correctly, the old man said dinner was at 6 o'clock."
"Yep, that's all I had to say. This was supposed to be Gul'dan's job you know, but the Powers-That-Be heard about his little prank on you and they feared for his safety, so I got appointed to it. Oh, did I say that out loud? You didn't hear that," Turalyon answered looking anything but guilty at mentioning that little piece of information. The truth was the fighting among Gul'dan and Chloe was greatly amusing and legendary at their place of work. Everyone thought it is hilarious and tries to encourage it in subtle ways.
"Ha! So it was him! Oh, he will pay. Well, if that's all you called for and needed to say, then I must jet. Toodles and tell Gul'dan to watch his back," and with that Chloe shut off the stone. She had this extremely annoying habit of having to get the last word in in a conversation. She always shuts the stone off or leaves the room after she gets the last word in without waiting for a reply. Chloe stood up, put the stone in her pocket and walked out the door.
Once she stepped across the threshold, Chloe looked around; trying to determine which way was the Great Hall. She had this slight problem of not being very good at directions. She is always getting lost.
"I think we came from that way earlier today," Chloe mumbled to herself, looking the opposite of the way they came from. "So, to get food I should head back the way I came from, right? Right." With that Chloe took off, going the wrong way.
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Five minutes later found Chloe lost and in a place she has never seen before. Her five minutes of random wandering had led her deep into the castle. The hallway was dark and torch-lit. There were no windows about and it seemed like it was underground. The hall had a musty smell mixed with smell of mixed potions. It had a forbidding fell to it, almost like no one was welcomed.
"I guess that's what I get for being directionally challenged and not paying attention to where I was going on the way to the room with Dumbledore."
Chloe was just about to turn back when she heard a voice behind her.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A useless person who lost their way and got lost in the dungeons. Even one that talks to herself." Chloe turned around and saw the most hideous thing that has ever been seen in the world. A face was partly hidden in the shadows with a head full of what looked like grease and mold mixed together. Something that looked like a nose protruded from the middle of the face. Black eyes glared out at her from under the grease.
"VAMPIRE," thought Chloe and it wasn't until the look on the other 'things' face changed that she realized that she had spoken out loud. Judging from the look of hatred being sent her way, Chloe decided that she was definitely in trouble.
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A/N: Well, there was the chapter, I'm not really happy with it, but I figured I should post it before it becomes three months since I last posted and I have to get ready to go to work. So, how was it? Please review and tell me what you think. Anything I could improve on? Constructive criticism will be most helpful and flames will be feed to my purple giraffe. Does anyone have any good insult I can use? It would be most helpful to me, thanks.
[1]: That line came from Pirates of the Caribbean, so it's not mine.