Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter OR Satan Lucifer Jr. the 3rd. Only in my night mares.
A/N: Yay! The first 30 minutes my story was up I got 4 reviews! That's awesome! Thanks, guys! +glares at the person who flamed me out just cause I put an author's note in there+ YOU SUCK! Anyways.....
Harry had trudged back into his house, leaving the jar of vasoline where it was. He was too scared to touch it.
Harry sat down in an armchair in the den, clothed in his finest burgundy robe that had a large "H" on the front. He sat staring at the crackling fireplace.
His house was so large, so ENORMOUS, that even in the extreme stillness of his den, he had not heard the disco music coming from his attic.
~The attic~ +camera zooms in, slowly entering the attic room+
In the shadows of the inky black darkness, stood the outline of a man by the attic window. At least, he resembled a man.
There was mexican disco music blaring from nowhere in particular, and he was shaking his bottom ever so slightly.
It was Satan.
( +The camera man screams in terror, and races downstairs+)
Harry looked up, as a man carrying a camera streaked past him screaming.
"What the freaker?" Harry stood up, and walked to his kitchen to get a beer. That was just too weird. Maybe the vasoline belonged to the man with the video equipment?
Harry grabbed a Bud Light, and chugged it down. He wished something exciting would happen. Little did he know, that there was something happening upstairs in his attic. Maybe it wasn't exciting, but it was definitely SOMETHING.
~Back in the Attic~
Satan continues to shake his groove thing, now dancing to Celine Dion music.
"My-eeyiy-eeeyyyy, heart will go ooon-neeon!" He sang in a high pitched shrill voice that could break glass. As a matter of fact, it did.
~Back in the kitchen~
Harry jumped back in terror as in the middle of pouring his beer into a glass, it cracked down the middle, and shattered all over the counter. He stood there for a minute, then made up his mind.
Something wasn't right.
He even remembered how last night, he had heard faint singing coming from his shower that he KNEW wasn't his. Someone had been in the shower with him. He just knew it, and now it was all clear to him.
Someone else was in this house.
The thought sent chillls down his spine, and he ran upstairs to his room and locked the door. He leapt to his flowery print bed, buried himself deep in the covers, and began to weep.
It was quiet for a few minutes. Harry wasn't sure if he should come out or not, until he knew that he wasn't alone in the bed.
"Hullo, angel." Said a shrill voice.
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A/N: Yay! The first 30 minutes my story was up I got 4 reviews! That's awesome! Thanks, guys! +glares at the person who flamed me out just cause I put an author's note in there+ YOU SUCK! Anyways.....
Harry had trudged back into his house, leaving the jar of vasoline where it was. He was too scared to touch it.
Harry sat down in an armchair in the den, clothed in his finest burgundy robe that had a large "H" on the front. He sat staring at the crackling fireplace.
His house was so large, so ENORMOUS, that even in the extreme stillness of his den, he had not heard the disco music coming from his attic.
~The attic~ +camera zooms in, slowly entering the attic room+
In the shadows of the inky black darkness, stood the outline of a man by the attic window. At least, he resembled a man.
There was mexican disco music blaring from nowhere in particular, and he was shaking his bottom ever so slightly.
It was Satan.
( +The camera man screams in terror, and races downstairs+)
Harry looked up, as a man carrying a camera streaked past him screaming.
"What the freaker?" Harry stood up, and walked to his kitchen to get a beer. That was just too weird. Maybe the vasoline belonged to the man with the video equipment?
Harry grabbed a Bud Light, and chugged it down. He wished something exciting would happen. Little did he know, that there was something happening upstairs in his attic. Maybe it wasn't exciting, but it was definitely SOMETHING.
~Back in the Attic~
Satan continues to shake his groove thing, now dancing to Celine Dion music.
"My-eeyiy-eeeyyyy, heart will go ooon-neeon!" He sang in a high pitched shrill voice that could break glass. As a matter of fact, it did.
~Back in the kitchen~
Harry jumped back in terror as in the middle of pouring his beer into a glass, it cracked down the middle, and shattered all over the counter. He stood there for a minute, then made up his mind.
Something wasn't right.
He even remembered how last night, he had heard faint singing coming from his shower that he KNEW wasn't his. Someone had been in the shower with him. He just knew it, and now it was all clear to him.
Someone else was in this house.
The thought sent chillls down his spine, and he ran upstairs to his room and locked the door. He leapt to his flowery print bed, buried himself deep in the covers, and began to weep.
It was quiet for a few minutes. Harry wasn't sure if he should come out or not, until he knew that he wasn't alone in the bed.
"Hullo, angel." Said a shrill voice.
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