This is the third chapter I'm writing today!
I'M BUSTING MY BUTT writing so much, just for your enjoyment, so you'd better be nice and review!
I ALMOST have fifty reviews, so don't disappoint me! Come on, just three more! And to think I was crying over ten... wait, no I wasn't. Forget that I said I was. Aelfswythe (did I spell it right!?) said that this was all because I update so frequently, and even more frequent updates mean even more reviews, right!? No!?
Anyway, more craziness in this chapter. Now onward!
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Disclaimer: I disclaim any rights to Harry Potter. Son.
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Harry and Ron stepped out of the portrait hole in the middle of the night.
"Wait," said Ron, "What time did Hermione say again?"
"HERMIONE!" yelled Harry.
"1:45!!!" she yelled back, sounding kind of annoyed. It was no surprise, as she had been doing this all day, and into the night.
"D'OH!" shouted Harry and Ron together.
"Would you mind keeping it down?" mumbled The Fat Lady behind them.
"Shut your mouth, you bloody painting." Said Ron.
The Fat Lady shut her mouth.
"You know," said Harry, "Don't you think that there's a REASON Hermione told us not to go there?"
"No way!" said Ron. "We're not idiots! She's probably doing something illegal or embarrassing there! And we'll catch her in the act!"
"That's all great, but there's one problem." Said Harry.
"What?"
"WE JUST LEFT HER BEHIND A MINUTE AGO!!!"
Ron stopped dead. "You know... I DID think it was odd that she would explain a secret of hers to us that deliberately... and then answer questions about it for two days without catching herself once..."
Harry smacked himself on the head. "Ron, we are both total idiots."
"We sure are." Said Ron. "We're even too stupid to take the invisibility cloak when we go out on illegal nighttime strolls like this!"
"Ron, my invisibility cloak was stolen!"
"By who?"
Harry sighed. "It was three days after the 'singing' incident..."
***
Harry was holding his invisibility cloak in his dormitory, when Neville Longbottom ran in and took it, delivered a swift kick to Harry's groin, and then ran away. Harry rolled around on the floor in pain, wondering how and why Neville had become so evil.
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"And... what happened then?" asked Ron.
"Well, Neville ran away, and-"
"NEVILLE!? We weren't even talking about him!"
"What? You didn't see my flashback?"
"NO, I DIDN'T!!!"
"Oh."
Harry then told Ron about the flashback.
"And then, some wavy lines came, I heard a tingle, and then it switched to the Dormitory, and then I saw a blurry version of Neville running in, and the whole picture was still wavy, mind you-"
"Just... forget it." Said Ron.
They arrived at the statue Hermione had told them about. Tapping his wand on it, Harry stepped back, and watched the statue split apart. They were about to see what Hermione had told them not to-
It was a long roll of Parchment, which stretched from the top of the statue's insides to the bottom.
"THAT'S IT!?" screamed Ron. "As if!!! That's just lame!"
"Wait- I think we should read it!" said Harry.
DO NOT READ THIS. Read the parchment.
"Why don't they want us to read?" wondered Ron.
"I think we should read to find out." Said Harry.
IF YOU ARE READING THIS RIGHT NOW, YOU SHALL SUFFER THE PENALTY.
"What penalty?" wondered Ron.
"We should read to find out!" said Harry again.
THE PENALTY, IDIOTS, IS EXACTLY 450 POINTS FORM YOUR HOUSE!
"WHAAT!?!" screamed Ron and Harry.
The parchment seemed to twinkle, and Ron desperately read for any indication of a way to gain back the points.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
This went on down the whole entire parchment.
Then, the statue split apart completely, and slid away, revealing a huge trapdoor where it used to be.
"You know," said Ron, "We should get back to bed."
Suddenly, they heard footsteps around the corner.
Harry opened the trapdoor, jumped in, let Ron come in with him, and then he closed the door. They couldn't see it, but above them, the statue came back together, with the parchment sealed safely inside. Just in time for the teacher to round the corner.
It was very dark in the small, cramped room Harry and Ron ended up in.
"Where are we?" wondered Ron.
"I dunno. Let's check around and see!"
Ron and Harry felt the walls for any sign of well... anything.
"HEY!" shouted Ron. "I think I've found a door!"
Harry and Ron both examined it. Harry thought he could hear sounds from the other side. But they didn't sound dangerous.
"Looks safe." Said Harry. "Let's open it!"
Ron pulled on the bronze doorknob. The door slowly swung open. As the two boys looked into the new room, they gasped.
It had a frenzy, wild atmosphere. There were flashing lights everywhere, and Harry was sure that he saw at least one disco ball. But that wasn't the real sickening part. The real sickening part was that nearly all of the teachers were in there.
BOOGIEING LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW.
And the sound Harry heard- that was music!
Harry and Ron both had flashbacks to Malfoy's dancing experience, and they both nearly threw up.
Dumbledore, who was in the center of the crowd, noticed the two boys.
"Heey!" he said sluggishly. It took a moment for the two to realize he was drunk. "Come in, boys! The water's fine!" Dumbledore, who was nowhere near water, pretended to swim in mid-air.
Harry and Ron tried to back away, but they were seized by a very flush Professor McGonagall. "Boys, boys..." she said carrying Harry and Ron inside, "Don't worry! It's a party! Join in!" she then jumped onto a table in the center of the room, and started gettin' her freak on.
Harry and Ron stared in horror as the crowd cheered for more. They needed to get out of this place!
***
Wow, erm , what a secret! Find out more, next chapter! If you can stomach it!
Review.
I'M BUSTING MY BUTT writing so much, just for your enjoyment, so you'd better be nice and review!
I ALMOST have fifty reviews, so don't disappoint me! Come on, just three more! And to think I was crying over ten... wait, no I wasn't. Forget that I said I was. Aelfswythe (did I spell it right!?) said that this was all because I update so frequently, and even more frequent updates mean even more reviews, right!? No!?
Anyway, more craziness in this chapter. Now onward!
***
Disclaimer: I disclaim any rights to Harry Potter. Son.
***
Harry and Ron stepped out of the portrait hole in the middle of the night.
"Wait," said Ron, "What time did Hermione say again?"
"HERMIONE!" yelled Harry.
"1:45!!!" she yelled back, sounding kind of annoyed. It was no surprise, as she had been doing this all day, and into the night.
"D'OH!" shouted Harry and Ron together.
"Would you mind keeping it down?" mumbled The Fat Lady behind them.
"Shut your mouth, you bloody painting." Said Ron.
The Fat Lady shut her mouth.
"You know," said Harry, "Don't you think that there's a REASON Hermione told us not to go there?"
"No way!" said Ron. "We're not idiots! She's probably doing something illegal or embarrassing there! And we'll catch her in the act!"
"That's all great, but there's one problem." Said Harry.
"What?"
"WE JUST LEFT HER BEHIND A MINUTE AGO!!!"
Ron stopped dead. "You know... I DID think it was odd that she would explain a secret of hers to us that deliberately... and then answer questions about it for two days without catching herself once..."
Harry smacked himself on the head. "Ron, we are both total idiots."
"We sure are." Said Ron. "We're even too stupid to take the invisibility cloak when we go out on illegal nighttime strolls like this!"
"Ron, my invisibility cloak was stolen!"
"By who?"
Harry sighed. "It was three days after the 'singing' incident..."
***
Harry was holding his invisibility cloak in his dormitory, when Neville Longbottom ran in and took it, delivered a swift kick to Harry's groin, and then ran away. Harry rolled around on the floor in pain, wondering how and why Neville had become so evil.
***
"And... what happened then?" asked Ron.
"Well, Neville ran away, and-"
"NEVILLE!? We weren't even talking about him!"
"What? You didn't see my flashback?"
"NO, I DIDN'T!!!"
"Oh."
Harry then told Ron about the flashback.
"And then, some wavy lines came, I heard a tingle, and then it switched to the Dormitory, and then I saw a blurry version of Neville running in, and the whole picture was still wavy, mind you-"
"Just... forget it." Said Ron.
They arrived at the statue Hermione had told them about. Tapping his wand on it, Harry stepped back, and watched the statue split apart. They were about to see what Hermione had told them not to-
It was a long roll of Parchment, which stretched from the top of the statue's insides to the bottom.
"THAT'S IT!?" screamed Ron. "As if!!! That's just lame!"
"Wait- I think we should read it!" said Harry.
DO NOT READ THIS. Read the parchment.
"Why don't they want us to read?" wondered Ron.
"I think we should read to find out." Said Harry.
IF YOU ARE READING THIS RIGHT NOW, YOU SHALL SUFFER THE PENALTY.
"What penalty?" wondered Ron.
"We should read to find out!" said Harry again.
THE PENALTY, IDIOTS, IS EXACTLY 450 POINTS FORM YOUR HOUSE!
"WHAAT!?!" screamed Ron and Harry.
The parchment seemed to twinkle, and Ron desperately read for any indication of a way to gain back the points.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
This went on down the whole entire parchment.
Then, the statue split apart completely, and slid away, revealing a huge trapdoor where it used to be.
"You know," said Ron, "We should get back to bed."
Suddenly, they heard footsteps around the corner.
Harry opened the trapdoor, jumped in, let Ron come in with him, and then he closed the door. They couldn't see it, but above them, the statue came back together, with the parchment sealed safely inside. Just in time for the teacher to round the corner.
It was very dark in the small, cramped room Harry and Ron ended up in.
"Where are we?" wondered Ron.
"I dunno. Let's check around and see!"
Ron and Harry felt the walls for any sign of well... anything.
"HEY!" shouted Ron. "I think I've found a door!"
Harry and Ron both examined it. Harry thought he could hear sounds from the other side. But they didn't sound dangerous.
"Looks safe." Said Harry. "Let's open it!"
Ron pulled on the bronze doorknob. The door slowly swung open. As the two boys looked into the new room, they gasped.
It had a frenzy, wild atmosphere. There were flashing lights everywhere, and Harry was sure that he saw at least one disco ball. But that wasn't the real sickening part. The real sickening part was that nearly all of the teachers were in there.
BOOGIEING LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW.
And the sound Harry heard- that was music!
Harry and Ron both had flashbacks to Malfoy's dancing experience, and they both nearly threw up.
Dumbledore, who was in the center of the crowd, noticed the two boys.
"Heey!" he said sluggishly. It took a moment for the two to realize he was drunk. "Come in, boys! The water's fine!" Dumbledore, who was nowhere near water, pretended to swim in mid-air.
Harry and Ron tried to back away, but they were seized by a very flush Professor McGonagall. "Boys, boys..." she said carrying Harry and Ron inside, "Don't worry! It's a party! Join in!" she then jumped onto a table in the center of the room, and started gettin' her freak on.
Harry and Ron stared in horror as the crowd cheered for more. They needed to get out of this place!
***
Wow, erm , what a secret! Find out more, next chapter! If you can stomach it!
Review.