A/N: Well since no one got the correct answer for the lil competition at
the end of Chapter 6, I get to keep the Honeyduke's Chocolate! *Laughs
evilly* Airotci, you were the closest to the answer, so a round of applause
for you, unfortunately (or rather fortunately) Snape is NOT going to be a
Powerpuff girl. Lots and lots of thanks to my betas, and now, on with the
Chapter!
Disclaimer: All I own is this Computer I'm typing on and a pre-booked cloud in Heaven.
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What-If-Vision
Chapter Five - Saving the world before Potions time: Part I
"Well you should be grateful I didn't choose McGonagall and Snape!" Laughed Harry.
"Yeah, that will be like making a couple out of Hermione and Malfoy!" remarked Ron, before bursting into laughter as well.
"Be quiet you guys, it's not funny!" scowled Hermione. "I would like to have a go and choose a What-if."
She walked forward and turned the little knob. "So.what if Harry, Ron and I were Superheroes?"
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*On the What-If-Vision*
The Great Hall was filled with gossip about the latest Witch Weekly, or chats about the new Quidditch season. Suddenly, the doors of the Great Hall flew open, and a horrified looking Filch came running in.
"They took her! Oh, they took my love!" he screamed.
Professor Dumbledore quickly left his seat and approached the trembling caretaker, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"There, there Argus, calm down. What's the matter?" asked Dumbledore, as he adjusted his half moon glasses.
"Mrs. Norris, she's gone, they took her, those bastards!" he cried, "My cat has been kidnapped, and this is all those bloody culprits left." Filch held up a few strands of cat fur and a crumpled piece of parchment.
A few students looked horrified, but most were happy to have gotten rid of the caretaker's annoying feline friend.
"I think it's time to call in our experts," Dumbledore announced, before letting out a loud whistle that shook all the chandeliers in the Hall.
Three figures flew into the Great Hall speedily on broomsticks as cheers of recognition from the students filled the Hall.
"It's the Potterpuff Gang!" Several first years screamed with excitement. Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped off their brooms to greet the headmaster.
"You called us, Sir?" asked Harry, straightening out his gleaming red cloak.
"Yes, an most unfortunate crisis has occurred, our . em.dearly beloved Mrs. Norris has been kidnapped and it will be up to the three of you to locate and rescue her," Dumbledore explained, holding out the letter for them to read. "This is a note left by the captor. Would you like to have a look at it Miss Granger?"
Hermione nodded as she has took the note, which she read out loud to her partners:
"To whom this may concern,
By the time you read this note, it will be too late and your beloved cat - Mrs. Augustus Norris will be undergoing the complex steps of mummification under my very own hands.
I advise you not to come and rescue her- but if you really want to, my address and contact details are below.
Cave 13M, The Great Pyramid of Giza
Cairo, Egypt 2039
Email: Kiss_my_ass_Pottyhead@hotmail.com
Phone: 23191691
Yours ever so truly,
Malfoy Foy-Foy"
A/N: I know I suck, but review anyway. Oh and that email address is NOT Malfoy Foy-Foy's real address (for those who don't know.)
Disclaimer: All I own is this Computer I'm typing on and a pre-booked cloud in Heaven.
~*~*~*~*~
What-If-Vision
Chapter Five - Saving the world before Potions time: Part I
"Well you should be grateful I didn't choose McGonagall and Snape!" Laughed Harry.
"Yeah, that will be like making a couple out of Hermione and Malfoy!" remarked Ron, before bursting into laughter as well.
"Be quiet you guys, it's not funny!" scowled Hermione. "I would like to have a go and choose a What-if."
She walked forward and turned the little knob. "So.what if Harry, Ron and I were Superheroes?"
~*~*~*~
*On the What-If-Vision*
The Great Hall was filled with gossip about the latest Witch Weekly, or chats about the new Quidditch season. Suddenly, the doors of the Great Hall flew open, and a horrified looking Filch came running in.
"They took her! Oh, they took my love!" he screamed.
Professor Dumbledore quickly left his seat and approached the trembling caretaker, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"There, there Argus, calm down. What's the matter?" asked Dumbledore, as he adjusted his half moon glasses.
"Mrs. Norris, she's gone, they took her, those bastards!" he cried, "My cat has been kidnapped, and this is all those bloody culprits left." Filch held up a few strands of cat fur and a crumpled piece of parchment.
A few students looked horrified, but most were happy to have gotten rid of the caretaker's annoying feline friend.
"I think it's time to call in our experts," Dumbledore announced, before letting out a loud whistle that shook all the chandeliers in the Hall.
Three figures flew into the Great Hall speedily on broomsticks as cheers of recognition from the students filled the Hall.
"It's the Potterpuff Gang!" Several first years screamed with excitement. Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped off their brooms to greet the headmaster.
"You called us, Sir?" asked Harry, straightening out his gleaming red cloak.
"Yes, an most unfortunate crisis has occurred, our . em.dearly beloved Mrs. Norris has been kidnapped and it will be up to the three of you to locate and rescue her," Dumbledore explained, holding out the letter for them to read. "This is a note left by the captor. Would you like to have a look at it Miss Granger?"
Hermione nodded as she has took the note, which she read out loud to her partners:
"To whom this may concern,
By the time you read this note, it will be too late and your beloved cat - Mrs. Augustus Norris will be undergoing the complex steps of mummification under my very own hands.
I advise you not to come and rescue her- but if you really want to, my address and contact details are below.
Cave 13M, The Great Pyramid of Giza
Cairo, Egypt 2039
Email: Kiss_my_ass_Pottyhead@hotmail.com
Phone: 23191691
Yours ever so truly,
Malfoy Foy-Foy"
A/N: I know I suck, but review anyway. Oh and that email address is NOT Malfoy Foy-Foy's real address (for those who don't know.)