T-t-t-t-twelve reviews!?! [Darkboy77 has heart attack and dies]
I must sound pathetic to people whose stories have OVER ONE HUNDRED reviews, but that isn't the point. As some story whose basic plot I thought of off the top of my head, I think it's doing pretty well.
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SEE THAT MEANINGLESS BUNCH OF SIGNS!?
(Don't tell me they mean anything!)
WHENEVER YOU SEE THEM IN THAT ORDER FROM NOW ON, IT WOULD BE IN YOUR BEST INTEREST TO REVIEW!
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Not that I'm implying you do it multiple times, or anything.
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Ha... how'd they get there in that order? I... sure didn't type them...
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Sorry, my cat just jumped onto my keyboard. And... uh... my delete button's broken... yeah... so I can't erase what it typed... hey, look! The sign... wow, what a horrible coincidence!
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Oops, I forgot to press shift. Er... not like I was trying to... uh, write that sign...
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of his ~!@#$%^&*()_+ing friends.
Harry could not believe it. In just a few moments, when Hermione came down from her dormitory, Harry and his extremely scared and nude self would officially be exposed to everyone in the Gryffindor house.
And then, Harry woke up. (PHEW!)
He looked around for a second, forgetting where he was. Then, he realized that he, Ron, and Hermione were all in that same circular room he was in a few nights earlier. They would have been easily seen if anyone had come in, but Hermione had used a disillusionment charm on all of them. Now, for someone to see them in the extremely shadowy corner they were hiding in, they'd have to literally walk up less than an inch close to them and shine a VERY bright light right onto their bodies.
Just then, Malfoy burst in through the door of the room, holding up his exceptionally bright wand as a flashlight. He quickly scanned the room for anyone, and then locked the door behind him with a silent "Colloportus!"
"Darn!" whispered Hermione. "He's coming this way! Don't move!"
It was true, Malfoy was slowly approaching them. Just a few more steps, and he'd recognize there were three humans there... three chameleon-like humans... chameleon-like humans? What the heck!?
Malfoy turned away from their corner.
Harry breathed a soft sigh of relief.
And then the light shined right on them!
All three dared not to move or breathe. They were found- it was all over!
And then Harry realized Malfoy was looking the other way. Silently motioning this to Ron and Hermione, he told them this under his breath. They all relaxed as Malfoy walked to the center of the room.
He doused his wand light, and put his wand into his pocket. Then, locking his arms to his side, he closed his eyes, and muttered an incantation under his breath.
"Wow..." said Hermione softly, obviously impressed, for some reason. Harry and Ron suspected this was very complicated and powerful magic.
Then, Malfoy finished. He relaxed, and his arms loosened.
"What was that?' whispered Ron to Hermione.
"I don't know." Said Hermione. "But it must be powerful, I felt it. Maybe he's summoning some great power from beyond. That must mean he's about to do something incredible... or terrible..."
And then, the disco ball fell from the ceiling. It stayed suspended about five feet over Malfoy's head, and started spinning and flashing in a great variety of spotted neon colors. Luckily, none of the lights were big enough to catch all of Harry, Ron, or Hermione in their spot.
But that wasn't what worried them at that moment. What really worried them was Malfoy's sanity.
Malfoy started dancing, with a variety of very wild and cool dance steps. Well, cool about 20 or 30 years ago, that is. When he did the funky chicken, Hermione almost cried. When he shook his booty like he never had before, Ron almost threw up. And when he started the moonwalk, to one edge of the room and back, Harry almost fainted.
Harry searched Malfoy's face for any sign of pain or any sign of being controlled. But the look on Malfoy's face just flat-out SCARED Harry.
He seemed to be enjoying himself.
And then, the music started.
Malfoy, finishing his moonwalk in the center of the room, began tapping his right foot along with the beat. Harry and Hermione recognized this music as Techno music, Ron, thankfully, didn't even know what it was.
Malfoy whipped around to look straight at the corner the three were hiding in. They got scared for a second, when they realized Malfoy was looking above them. He still couldn't see them.
"Yeah..." said Malfoy, or rather, SANG Malfoy, in a creepily high voice. Hermione thought she recognized it as a Soprano, but she wasn't sure.
"OW!" screamed Malfoy in an extremely high note.
"Ow, my voice is so HIGH... My voice is just so high... Oh... I'm really a guy... but my voice is just too high... Oh, how do I get by... when my voice is just this high...?"
Ron, now literally white from the shock of this exhibition (though you couldn't see it, he being a human chameleon and all), turned to Harry.
"Yes, Ron, I am seeing what you are seeing." Said Harry before Ron could ask.
Ron turned to Hermione.
"Yes... me too... Ron." It seemed Hermione had actually started crying.
"I don't know why... my voice is so, so high... But one day, says I... I will find out why... I was born with a voice this high... And since I'm so sly... I'll find out one day why... my voice is too, too high! Too, too high, oh! Too, too high! High rhymes with buy! And buy my records, says I! They're now sold in Knockturn alley, though I don't know why..."
Harry wondered if Malfoy was high.
"HIGH!" screamed Malfoy in an extremely high note. "HIGH!" screamed Malfoy in an even higher one. "MY VOICE IS SO..."
All three got ready for the final high note. Harry took off his glasses, in case they would shatter in his face.
"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!!!" bellowed Malfoy in an extremely, extremely low note. [Didn't see that one coming, did ya'!?]
Then, the disco ball went back up into the ceiling, and the music stopped. Malfoy sat down and breathed really hard, obviously wiped out.
"All I can say is..." whispered Harry, "he has a great voice range."
The other two nodded in silent, mutual agreement.
Malfoy got up, looked around the room once, and then clapped his hands together. "Well, that was nice! I think that one's ready for recording, it is! I'll do it here tomorrow night!"
And then he left, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione in silence.
"Uh..." said Ron, breaking the silence, "So... Malfoy... er... has some sort of secret singing and dancing obsession? And that's why he sneaks here into this forgotten room at night? To PRACTICE!?!"
"Yes." Said Harry and Hermione at the same time. They still hadn't gotten over the shock.
Ron then fainted. **
Over the next week, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were now literally scared of Malfoy. They were scared that, at any time, he'd get confident in his singing, and burst out into his "High voice" song. The pain of the experience... they had bad dreams about it each night.
But Malfoy, much to their relief, never did. But even so, the ordeal had impacted on them so greatly, that even Hermione was scared to go to the library nowadays. If she did, she could be seen dashing in and out, not taking a moment to browse.
But today, at breakfast in the Great Hall today, Harry finally felt that he was over it. All he had to do was never go to that "room" in the restricted section for the rest of his life, and he'd be fine.
And then, that's when Dumbledore stood up at the front of the Hall. His white bears shone brilliantly, considering it was hair. And his half-moon spectacles flickered in the light as he spoke. The words that, for that day, made Dumbledore Harry's worst enemy.
"Good morning, students! Or I certainly hope it's been good! But enough nonsense! Today, we have special entertainment for you! DRACO MALFOY, of Slytherin, has asked me for permission to SING in front of you as you eat today! And of course, how could I refuse?" he then stepped to the side for Draco to step out into the center of the Teacher's area. Just about all of the Slytherins clapped loudly, very few others did.
Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at one another with seriousness. They had just gotten over a near heart attack a few seconds ago, during Dumbledore's speech, and their purpose was clear. They had to stop Malfoy from singing!
Hmm, interesting chapter, yes? Well, if you want to find out if Malfoy actually gets to sing, stay tuned to your computer!
Hey, you! About to exit! I said stay tuned! What? You say you can't!? Okay, if you can't stay tuned, at least review.
AND BEFORE I FORGET: Hermione wants Malfoy expelled because she hates him.
Peace! _
I must sound pathetic to people whose stories have OVER ONE HUNDRED reviews, but that isn't the point. As some story whose basic plot I thought of off the top of my head, I think it's doing pretty well.
~!@#$%^&*()_+
SEE THAT MEANINGLESS BUNCH OF SIGNS!?
(Don't tell me they mean anything!)
WHENEVER YOU SEE THEM IN THAT ORDER FROM NOW ON, IT WOULD BE IN YOUR BEST INTEREST TO REVIEW!
~!@#$%^&*()_+ ~!@#$%^&*()_+ ~!@#$%^&*()_+ ~!@#$%^&*()_+ ~!@#$%^&*()_+
Not that I'm implying you do it multiple times, or anything.
~!@#$%^&*()_+
Ha... how'd they get there in that order? I... sure didn't type them...
9djalkj 1d 12 ~!@#$%^&*()_+
Sorry, my cat just jumped onto my keyboard. And... uh... my delete button's broken... yeah... so I can't erase what it typed... hey, look! The sign... wow, what a horrible coincidence!
`1234567890-=
Oops, I forgot to press shift. Er... not like I was trying to... uh, write that sign...
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of his ~!@#$%^&*()_+ing friends.
Harry could not believe it. In just a few moments, when Hermione came down from her dormitory, Harry and his extremely scared and nude self would officially be exposed to everyone in the Gryffindor house.
And then, Harry woke up. (PHEW!)
He looked around for a second, forgetting where he was. Then, he realized that he, Ron, and Hermione were all in that same circular room he was in a few nights earlier. They would have been easily seen if anyone had come in, but Hermione had used a disillusionment charm on all of them. Now, for someone to see them in the extremely shadowy corner they were hiding in, they'd have to literally walk up less than an inch close to them and shine a VERY bright light right onto their bodies.
Just then, Malfoy burst in through the door of the room, holding up his exceptionally bright wand as a flashlight. He quickly scanned the room for anyone, and then locked the door behind him with a silent "Colloportus!"
"Darn!" whispered Hermione. "He's coming this way! Don't move!"
It was true, Malfoy was slowly approaching them. Just a few more steps, and he'd recognize there were three humans there... three chameleon-like humans... chameleon-like humans? What the heck!?
Malfoy turned away from their corner.
Harry breathed a soft sigh of relief.
And then the light shined right on them!
All three dared not to move or breathe. They were found- it was all over!
And then Harry realized Malfoy was looking the other way. Silently motioning this to Ron and Hermione, he told them this under his breath. They all relaxed as Malfoy walked to the center of the room.
He doused his wand light, and put his wand into his pocket. Then, locking his arms to his side, he closed his eyes, and muttered an incantation under his breath.
"Wow..." said Hermione softly, obviously impressed, for some reason. Harry and Ron suspected this was very complicated and powerful magic.
Then, Malfoy finished. He relaxed, and his arms loosened.
"What was that?' whispered Ron to Hermione.
"I don't know." Said Hermione. "But it must be powerful, I felt it. Maybe he's summoning some great power from beyond. That must mean he's about to do something incredible... or terrible..."
And then, the disco ball fell from the ceiling. It stayed suspended about five feet over Malfoy's head, and started spinning and flashing in a great variety of spotted neon colors. Luckily, none of the lights were big enough to catch all of Harry, Ron, or Hermione in their spot.
But that wasn't what worried them at that moment. What really worried them was Malfoy's sanity.
Malfoy started dancing, with a variety of very wild and cool dance steps. Well, cool about 20 or 30 years ago, that is. When he did the funky chicken, Hermione almost cried. When he shook his booty like he never had before, Ron almost threw up. And when he started the moonwalk, to one edge of the room and back, Harry almost fainted.
Harry searched Malfoy's face for any sign of pain or any sign of being controlled. But the look on Malfoy's face just flat-out SCARED Harry.
He seemed to be enjoying himself.
And then, the music started.
Malfoy, finishing his moonwalk in the center of the room, began tapping his right foot along with the beat. Harry and Hermione recognized this music as Techno music, Ron, thankfully, didn't even know what it was.
Malfoy whipped around to look straight at the corner the three were hiding in. They got scared for a second, when they realized Malfoy was looking above them. He still couldn't see them.
"Yeah..." said Malfoy, or rather, SANG Malfoy, in a creepily high voice. Hermione thought she recognized it as a Soprano, but she wasn't sure.
"OW!" screamed Malfoy in an extremely high note.
"Ow, my voice is so HIGH... My voice is just so high... Oh... I'm really a guy... but my voice is just too high... Oh, how do I get by... when my voice is just this high...?"
Ron, now literally white from the shock of this exhibition (though you couldn't see it, he being a human chameleon and all), turned to Harry.
"Yes, Ron, I am seeing what you are seeing." Said Harry before Ron could ask.
Ron turned to Hermione.
"Yes... me too... Ron." It seemed Hermione had actually started crying.
"I don't know why... my voice is so, so high... But one day, says I... I will find out why... I was born with a voice this high... And since I'm so sly... I'll find out one day why... my voice is too, too high! Too, too high, oh! Too, too high! High rhymes with buy! And buy my records, says I! They're now sold in Knockturn alley, though I don't know why..."
Harry wondered if Malfoy was high.
"HIGH!" screamed Malfoy in an extremely high note. "HIGH!" screamed Malfoy in an even higher one. "MY VOICE IS SO..."
All three got ready for the final high note. Harry took off his glasses, in case they would shatter in his face.
"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!!!" bellowed Malfoy in an extremely, extremely low note. [Didn't see that one coming, did ya'!?]
Then, the disco ball went back up into the ceiling, and the music stopped. Malfoy sat down and breathed really hard, obviously wiped out.
"All I can say is..." whispered Harry, "he has a great voice range."
The other two nodded in silent, mutual agreement.
Malfoy got up, looked around the room once, and then clapped his hands together. "Well, that was nice! I think that one's ready for recording, it is! I'll do it here tomorrow night!"
And then he left, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione in silence.
"Uh..." said Ron, breaking the silence, "So... Malfoy... er... has some sort of secret singing and dancing obsession? And that's why he sneaks here into this forgotten room at night? To PRACTICE!?!"
"Yes." Said Harry and Hermione at the same time. They still hadn't gotten over the shock.
Ron then fainted. **
Over the next week, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were now literally scared of Malfoy. They were scared that, at any time, he'd get confident in his singing, and burst out into his "High voice" song. The pain of the experience... they had bad dreams about it each night.
But Malfoy, much to their relief, never did. But even so, the ordeal had impacted on them so greatly, that even Hermione was scared to go to the library nowadays. If she did, she could be seen dashing in and out, not taking a moment to browse.
But today, at breakfast in the Great Hall today, Harry finally felt that he was over it. All he had to do was never go to that "room" in the restricted section for the rest of his life, and he'd be fine.
And then, that's when Dumbledore stood up at the front of the Hall. His white bears shone brilliantly, considering it was hair. And his half-moon spectacles flickered in the light as he spoke. The words that, for that day, made Dumbledore Harry's worst enemy.
"Good morning, students! Or I certainly hope it's been good! But enough nonsense! Today, we have special entertainment for you! DRACO MALFOY, of Slytherin, has asked me for permission to SING in front of you as you eat today! And of course, how could I refuse?" he then stepped to the side for Draco to step out into the center of the Teacher's area. Just about all of the Slytherins clapped loudly, very few others did.
Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at one another with seriousness. They had just gotten over a near heart attack a few seconds ago, during Dumbledore's speech, and their purpose was clear. They had to stop Malfoy from singing!
Hmm, interesting chapter, yes? Well, if you want to find out if Malfoy actually gets to sing, stay tuned to your computer!
Hey, you! About to exit! I said stay tuned! What? You say you can't!? Okay, if you can't stay tuned, at least review.
AND BEFORE I FORGET: Hermione wants Malfoy expelled because she hates him.
Peace! _