Okay, on with the insane story.
Oh, wait, I forgot to put in the disclaimer. Though I doubt the FBI or J.K Rowling will come to my house and beat me mercilessly.
I do not own Harry Potter.
Short and sweet.
Harry stepped through the portrait hole as quietly as he could. He didn't want to wake the Fat Lady, as he feared her shouting out, and alerting someone. He doubted anyone would hear it, but when it's the middle of the night, improbable events seemed much more probable to him. Like the possibility that when he rounded the corner, Filch, Snape, Ms. Norris, AND Peeves would be standing around, there by some sort of evil coincidence.
Just around the corner, Filch, Snape, Ms. Norris, AND Peeves were standing around, there by some sort of evil coincidence.
"Would any of you care to tell me," Breathed Snape through his overlarge nose- "Why we are standing around in this particular corridor?"
"Severus, I've told you already. You know how I don't like repeating myself!" responded Filch.
"Well, you are GOING to tell me, as I don't really fancy standing around here in this random corridor, with seemingly NO purpose!" hissed Snape.
"HSSSS!" hissed Ms. Norris, in response to Snape's disrespectful remark to Filch.
"Shut up, you cat!" whispered Snape, looking around to see if anyone heard. As it so happened, Harry Potter, who was just about to put his foot down at the top of the corridor, heard.
At that moment, Harry realized that he had forgotten his invisibility cloak.
"OH, S-" Harry started to shout, but then he realized shouting out "oh, sharks are so scary and mean, and they make me want to scream, hey that rhymed" at the top of his lungs would not help him at all. He sloooooooowly backed away. And then he heard the howl.
"MRRRROWWWW!" howled Ms. Norris at the top of her cat lungs.
"QUIET, Ms. Norris, please!" hissed Filch. "Not yet, the plan doesn't start yet!"
"No, Filth- I mean Filch- oh, what's the difference!" interrupted Peeves, "I think your ickle catty is trying to tell you that THERE'S A KID OUT OF BED AT NIGHT!" He then started to shriek with laughter.
Harry, his heart almost bursting, ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He had blown it- he couldn't go back to the Common Room without betraying the whole secret of the Gryffindor house to one of the most loathed enemies of Gryffindor.
"Now, come on Peeves." Said Snape. "How could that howl possibly mean- IS THAT A STUDENT RUNNING AWAY JUST DOWN THE HALL!?!"
"I told you, I told you, I told you!" laughed Peeves. He then did a full back-flip in midair, and zoomed of, shouting obscenities and making rude gestures at Snape.
Snape almost went after him, but then he remembered that a student was running away. Drawing his wand, he hurried after this rule-breaker. He was going to get this one GOOD for making a fool of him in front of Peeves. "LUMOS!" he bellowed. But no light came out. "What!?" grumbled Snape. And then he realized the light spell wouldn't work unless he MUTTERED it. He couldn't shout it. He couldn't even whisper it. He had to MUTTER it. "Lumos." He muttered, like Harry had on so many occasions.
Harry desperately ran as fast as he could. He then was struck by the horrible thought that his pursuers would recognize the back of his head. He fumbled for his wand as he rounded a corner, and whipped it out as he nearly jumped down a whole flight of stairs. Panting, he frantically attempted a "distortion charm." Hermione had taught it to him on the first day of school. He could remember their conversation well.
***
"Harry, do you want to learn a distortion charm?" Asked Hermione. "No." replied Harry. "You'll be sorry!" said Hermione, in a very foreshadowing-like voice.
***
Harry gave himself a very firm whack on the head on his head with his wand. He hadn't even learned the charm! That was the last time he ignored Hermione.
The footsteps chasing him were getting louder now. He could almost feel Snape's warm, huge nose breathing a warm, huge amount of air onto him. He needed a place to HIDE! Ducking around a corner, he looked around for places to hide. There was one door at the end of the corridor. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. The Library! He could easily evade Snape and Filch there. He just hoped Ms. Norris wouldn't sniff him out.
"Where'd that piece of filth go!?" shouted Filch.
"I think he went-" started Snape, but Filch cut him off, rather rudely.
"SHUT UP! We are on the verges of catching a rule-breaker, and if you are allowed to break my concentration, they will ESCAPE! So please shut up, and LET ME DO MY JOB!"
Snape, who had never been insulted like this in his life by anyone except for Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, Professor Umbridge, Professor McGonagal, Voldemort, all of the Death Eaters, his mother, his father... okay, just about everyone he ever met, suddenly cooled, to Filch's surprise.
"Okay." He said, in a very cold voice. "I was just meaning to tell you that he went down that corridor." He pointed down a corridor directly opposite of the Library.
"Yes, yes, I was going there!" grumbled Filch. "Come on, Ms. Norris!" they both hurried down the corridor Snape pointed them down.
"Bumbling caretaker." Mumbled Snape. He held his lighted wand out in front of him like a flashlight (no, he wasn't already doing that), and went through the still swinging door of the Library.
Harry potter crept silently through the Library shelves. He didn't dare light his way, as he was sure whoever was chasing him would see.
Suddenly, he heard a distinct noise behind him. He whipped around, his heart beating faster than he ever thought possible. Still turned around, he began to step backwards, away from the sound... and promptly stubbed his toe with a yelp.
He heard the footsteps quickening towards him. He frantically turned around, to see what he had hit. It was a book...
"HOGWARTS, A HISTORY!?!" he screamed in total frustration. "WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS HURT ME!?! WHY!?!" By this time, his pursuer was in the same row of shelves as him. He could see the lighted wand tip...
Harry knew that all his pursuer had to do was shine that wand on his face for a second to identify him. He did the only thing he could... besides running, shielding his face, attacking the pursuer with his wand, overturning the bookshelf, ducking behind said shelf, trying to distract the pursuer with a very wild and very Irish dance, or making a desperate and futile attempt to disapparate. He threw the book. Of the history of Hogwarts.
"Oh!" thought Harry in disappointment right after he threw it. "That book has over a thousand pages. It'll never reach Snape..."
By some miracle, it managed to fly over twenty feet towards Snape. And by some other miracle, Snape didn't move out of the way in time. And by yet another miracle, all one-thousand plus pages came to a crushing landing... on Snape's head. And by no miracle at all, Snape was out cold.
Of course, Harry, being the incredibly stupid kid he was, to be going out on a nighttime stroll like this, didn't think of trying to get back to Gryffindor Tower. He didn't even think of finding a safe place to hide until the coast was clear for sure. He thought of running into the restricted section, where books know when you are out of bed at night scream as loud as they can if you accidentally touch them (Yes, it makes it seem about twelve times more stupid, which it is).
He carefully stepped over the rope dividing the restricted section from the regular section. He felt that odd feeling again, as if someone was watching him. In actuality, no less than two thousand, five hundred and seventy one people were watching him at that moment, but that doesn't matter, as they all died of an inexplicable disease at that moment. They weren't missed.
Harry was caught up in the wonder of all the books, when he realized that he had to hide before Snape woke up. But, there seemed to be no safe places to hide, as all the books seemed to start whispering as soon as he tried to sit down and make himself scarce. He was getting worried now, it looked like he'd have to go back through the main room... and that's when he saw the door.
It was a very beautiful door, actually, with great craftsmanship work done on it. But all Harry cared about was getting inside it to hide. He wondered why he had never noticed the door before. But he couldn't imagine why, he surely must've noticed a door like this, maybe he had forgotten.
Turning the golden knob, Harry went inside. And he nearly yelled out in shock when he found out who was in this room with him.
"No... It can't be..."
Draco Malfoy turned around. His eyes immediately narrowed, and a huge mean look spread across his face. "You... Potter!?"
Ha! I bet you'll want to find out what's next huh!? Or maybe you don't care... 0_0... But if you do, review, and I'll post the next chapter as soon as possible! Okay!? OKAY!!
Oh, wait, I forgot to put in the disclaimer. Though I doubt the FBI or J.K Rowling will come to my house and beat me mercilessly.
I do not own Harry Potter.
Short and sweet.
Harry stepped through the portrait hole as quietly as he could. He didn't want to wake the Fat Lady, as he feared her shouting out, and alerting someone. He doubted anyone would hear it, but when it's the middle of the night, improbable events seemed much more probable to him. Like the possibility that when he rounded the corner, Filch, Snape, Ms. Norris, AND Peeves would be standing around, there by some sort of evil coincidence.
Just around the corner, Filch, Snape, Ms. Norris, AND Peeves were standing around, there by some sort of evil coincidence.
"Would any of you care to tell me," Breathed Snape through his overlarge nose- "Why we are standing around in this particular corridor?"
"Severus, I've told you already. You know how I don't like repeating myself!" responded Filch.
"Well, you are GOING to tell me, as I don't really fancy standing around here in this random corridor, with seemingly NO purpose!" hissed Snape.
"HSSSS!" hissed Ms. Norris, in response to Snape's disrespectful remark to Filch.
"Shut up, you cat!" whispered Snape, looking around to see if anyone heard. As it so happened, Harry Potter, who was just about to put his foot down at the top of the corridor, heard.
At that moment, Harry realized that he had forgotten his invisibility cloak.
"OH, S-" Harry started to shout, but then he realized shouting out "oh, sharks are so scary and mean, and they make me want to scream, hey that rhymed" at the top of his lungs would not help him at all. He sloooooooowly backed away. And then he heard the howl.
"MRRRROWWWW!" howled Ms. Norris at the top of her cat lungs.
"QUIET, Ms. Norris, please!" hissed Filch. "Not yet, the plan doesn't start yet!"
"No, Filth- I mean Filch- oh, what's the difference!" interrupted Peeves, "I think your ickle catty is trying to tell you that THERE'S A KID OUT OF BED AT NIGHT!" He then started to shriek with laughter.
Harry, his heart almost bursting, ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He had blown it- he couldn't go back to the Common Room without betraying the whole secret of the Gryffindor house to one of the most loathed enemies of Gryffindor.
"Now, come on Peeves." Said Snape. "How could that howl possibly mean- IS THAT A STUDENT RUNNING AWAY JUST DOWN THE HALL!?!"
"I told you, I told you, I told you!" laughed Peeves. He then did a full back-flip in midair, and zoomed of, shouting obscenities and making rude gestures at Snape.
Snape almost went after him, but then he remembered that a student was running away. Drawing his wand, he hurried after this rule-breaker. He was going to get this one GOOD for making a fool of him in front of Peeves. "LUMOS!" he bellowed. But no light came out. "What!?" grumbled Snape. And then he realized the light spell wouldn't work unless he MUTTERED it. He couldn't shout it. He couldn't even whisper it. He had to MUTTER it. "Lumos." He muttered, like Harry had on so many occasions.
Harry desperately ran as fast as he could. He then was struck by the horrible thought that his pursuers would recognize the back of his head. He fumbled for his wand as he rounded a corner, and whipped it out as he nearly jumped down a whole flight of stairs. Panting, he frantically attempted a "distortion charm." Hermione had taught it to him on the first day of school. He could remember their conversation well.
***
"Harry, do you want to learn a distortion charm?" Asked Hermione. "No." replied Harry. "You'll be sorry!" said Hermione, in a very foreshadowing-like voice.
***
Harry gave himself a very firm whack on the head on his head with his wand. He hadn't even learned the charm! That was the last time he ignored Hermione.
The footsteps chasing him were getting louder now. He could almost feel Snape's warm, huge nose breathing a warm, huge amount of air onto him. He needed a place to HIDE! Ducking around a corner, he looked around for places to hide. There was one door at the end of the corridor. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. The Library! He could easily evade Snape and Filch there. He just hoped Ms. Norris wouldn't sniff him out.
"Where'd that piece of filth go!?" shouted Filch.
"I think he went-" started Snape, but Filch cut him off, rather rudely.
"SHUT UP! We are on the verges of catching a rule-breaker, and if you are allowed to break my concentration, they will ESCAPE! So please shut up, and LET ME DO MY JOB!"
Snape, who had never been insulted like this in his life by anyone except for Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, Professor Umbridge, Professor McGonagal, Voldemort, all of the Death Eaters, his mother, his father... okay, just about everyone he ever met, suddenly cooled, to Filch's surprise.
"Okay." He said, in a very cold voice. "I was just meaning to tell you that he went down that corridor." He pointed down a corridor directly opposite of the Library.
"Yes, yes, I was going there!" grumbled Filch. "Come on, Ms. Norris!" they both hurried down the corridor Snape pointed them down.
"Bumbling caretaker." Mumbled Snape. He held his lighted wand out in front of him like a flashlight (no, he wasn't already doing that), and went through the still swinging door of the Library.
Harry potter crept silently through the Library shelves. He didn't dare light his way, as he was sure whoever was chasing him would see.
Suddenly, he heard a distinct noise behind him. He whipped around, his heart beating faster than he ever thought possible. Still turned around, he began to step backwards, away from the sound... and promptly stubbed his toe with a yelp.
He heard the footsteps quickening towards him. He frantically turned around, to see what he had hit. It was a book...
"HOGWARTS, A HISTORY!?!" he screamed in total frustration. "WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS HURT ME!?! WHY!?!" By this time, his pursuer was in the same row of shelves as him. He could see the lighted wand tip...
Harry knew that all his pursuer had to do was shine that wand on his face for a second to identify him. He did the only thing he could... besides running, shielding his face, attacking the pursuer with his wand, overturning the bookshelf, ducking behind said shelf, trying to distract the pursuer with a very wild and very Irish dance, or making a desperate and futile attempt to disapparate. He threw the book. Of the history of Hogwarts.
"Oh!" thought Harry in disappointment right after he threw it. "That book has over a thousand pages. It'll never reach Snape..."
By some miracle, it managed to fly over twenty feet towards Snape. And by some other miracle, Snape didn't move out of the way in time. And by yet another miracle, all one-thousand plus pages came to a crushing landing... on Snape's head. And by no miracle at all, Snape was out cold.
Of course, Harry, being the incredibly stupid kid he was, to be going out on a nighttime stroll like this, didn't think of trying to get back to Gryffindor Tower. He didn't even think of finding a safe place to hide until the coast was clear for sure. He thought of running into the restricted section, where books know when you are out of bed at night scream as loud as they can if you accidentally touch them (Yes, it makes it seem about twelve times more stupid, which it is).
He carefully stepped over the rope dividing the restricted section from the regular section. He felt that odd feeling again, as if someone was watching him. In actuality, no less than two thousand, five hundred and seventy one people were watching him at that moment, but that doesn't matter, as they all died of an inexplicable disease at that moment. They weren't missed.
Harry was caught up in the wonder of all the books, when he realized that he had to hide before Snape woke up. But, there seemed to be no safe places to hide, as all the books seemed to start whispering as soon as he tried to sit down and make himself scarce. He was getting worried now, it looked like he'd have to go back through the main room... and that's when he saw the door.
It was a very beautiful door, actually, with great craftsmanship work done on it. But all Harry cared about was getting inside it to hide. He wondered why he had never noticed the door before. But he couldn't imagine why, he surely must've noticed a door like this, maybe he had forgotten.
Turning the golden knob, Harry went inside. And he nearly yelled out in shock when he found out who was in this room with him.
"No... It can't be..."
Draco Malfoy turned around. His eyes immediately narrowed, and a huge mean look spread across his face. "You... Potter!?"
Ha! I bet you'll want to find out what's next huh!? Or maybe you don't care... 0_0... But if you do, review, and I'll post the next chapter as soon as possible! Okay!? OKAY!!