Harry Potter and The Third Reich
Chapter 1
The Prophecy is foretold
"I am glad you have joined me on this lovely evening, Professor Snape." Dumbledore said.
"Yes well, It is not like I had a choice. I mean, It's not like I am in a union or anything." Professor Snape said, a scared tone in his voice.
"And you shall never unionize because I have not one, not two, not three, nor even four, but twelve pictures of you with twelve different prostitutes." Dumbledore smiled. Snape said nothing.
"I have come here to tell you that one of our most unique students, one Mr. Harry Potter, his prophecy will be fulfilled this year." Dumbledore said.
"Wait, wasn't this whole thing set into motion last year, with Voldermort and all." Snape asked.
"Yes, but this is the other prophecy, the other one that I didn't tell him about." Dumbledore said.
"Why didn't you tell him sir?" Snape asked.
"Shits and giggles," Dumbledore laughed.
"But-" Snape said.
"But? But what. Listen, I got this crazy Idea, let's send a bunch of assassins to the Dursley's house." Dumbledore said.
"What! Sir, the prophecy, and...Assassins? I don't like the boy but, this is madness!" Snape yelled.
"Yes, madness! It is a mad house I tell you, a mad house! Hahahahahahaha!" Dumbledore laughed, his voice echoing loudly threw his office.
"Sir, I think this is insane." Snape said.
"You do? Well maybe now I won't give you the antidote." Dumbledore said.
"To what?" Snape asked.
"To the poison you just drank! Ahahahahah!" Dumbledore laughed.
"Sir, I didn't drink anything." Snape said, looking quite nervous.
"Gotcha!" Dumbledore said. "Seriously now, let's send like, ten guys to fight Harry."
"Sir, Harry is at the Weasleys, you really want to endanger them too?" Snape said, looking relived but scared out of his mind.
"You're right, lets send fifteen men!" Dumbledore said excitedly, looking as though Christmas had come early.
"Why do you want to kill Harry Potter so badly? He is only sixteen!" Snape pleaded to Dumbledore.
"Hey, watch my hand." Dumbledore said, moving his left hand around in the air in a circular motion.
"Sir, please listen to me." Snape asked. "Watch it, keep watching." Dumbledore said. "Why-" Snape felt something hard hit the back of his head, he heard and saw no more.
One hundred miles away
Ron could not sleep. His body tossed and turned in his bed, his mind, locked in a desperate struggle not to picture Draco in the shower.
Harry was asleep, snoring quite loudly. He was not helping Ron get to sleep any faster with all his mumbling. "You like that? I bet you do."
Fifty miles away
Hermione was wide-awake; she could not get this mysterious boy's face out of her mind. She tossed and turned, she wondered if he was a wizard, maybe she would see him at Hogwarts. Would she ever see him again?
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"I want a nice and bloody corpse, make it look like Snape struggled." Dumbledore said.
"Now," Dumbledore said, holding a picture of Harry Potter against his desk with one hand, and holding a silver knife in the other. "Let us see how Mr. Harry Potter faces my assassins, and, if he survives them, will he survive.... YEAR SIX!" Dumbledore slammed the knife onto Harry's picture.
One Hundred Miles away
Harry potter awoke from his dream. "Whoa, Maya Angelou is black?"
Next: Attack on the Burrow!
Chapter 1
The Prophecy is foretold
"I am glad you have joined me on this lovely evening, Professor Snape." Dumbledore said.
"Yes well, It is not like I had a choice. I mean, It's not like I am in a union or anything." Professor Snape said, a scared tone in his voice.
"And you shall never unionize because I have not one, not two, not three, nor even four, but twelve pictures of you with twelve different prostitutes." Dumbledore smiled. Snape said nothing.
"I have come here to tell you that one of our most unique students, one Mr. Harry Potter, his prophecy will be fulfilled this year." Dumbledore said.
"Wait, wasn't this whole thing set into motion last year, with Voldermort and all." Snape asked.
"Yes, but this is the other prophecy, the other one that I didn't tell him about." Dumbledore said.
"Why didn't you tell him sir?" Snape asked.
"Shits and giggles," Dumbledore laughed.
"But-" Snape said.
"But? But what. Listen, I got this crazy Idea, let's send a bunch of assassins to the Dursley's house." Dumbledore said.
"What! Sir, the prophecy, and...Assassins? I don't like the boy but, this is madness!" Snape yelled.
"Yes, madness! It is a mad house I tell you, a mad house! Hahahahahahaha!" Dumbledore laughed, his voice echoing loudly threw his office.
"Sir, I think this is insane." Snape said.
"You do? Well maybe now I won't give you the antidote." Dumbledore said.
"To what?" Snape asked.
"To the poison you just drank! Ahahahahah!" Dumbledore laughed.
"Sir, I didn't drink anything." Snape said, looking quite nervous.
"Gotcha!" Dumbledore said. "Seriously now, let's send like, ten guys to fight Harry."
"Sir, Harry is at the Weasleys, you really want to endanger them too?" Snape said, looking relived but scared out of his mind.
"You're right, lets send fifteen men!" Dumbledore said excitedly, looking as though Christmas had come early.
"Why do you want to kill Harry Potter so badly? He is only sixteen!" Snape pleaded to Dumbledore.
"Hey, watch my hand." Dumbledore said, moving his left hand around in the air in a circular motion.
"Sir, please listen to me." Snape asked. "Watch it, keep watching." Dumbledore said. "Why-" Snape felt something hard hit the back of his head, he heard and saw no more.
One hundred miles away
Ron could not sleep. His body tossed and turned in his bed, his mind, locked in a desperate struggle not to picture Draco in the shower.
Harry was asleep, snoring quite loudly. He was not helping Ron get to sleep any faster with all his mumbling. "You like that? I bet you do."
Fifty miles away
Hermione was wide-awake; she could not get this mysterious boy's face out of her mind. She tossed and turned, she wondered if he was a wizard, maybe she would see him at Hogwarts. Would she ever see him again?
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"I want a nice and bloody corpse, make it look like Snape struggled." Dumbledore said.
"Now," Dumbledore said, holding a picture of Harry Potter against his desk with one hand, and holding a silver knife in the other. "Let us see how Mr. Harry Potter faces my assassins, and, if he survives them, will he survive.... YEAR SIX!" Dumbledore slammed the knife onto Harry's picture.
One Hundred Miles away
Harry potter awoke from his dream. "Whoa, Maya Angelou is black?"
Next: Attack on the Burrow!