Disclaimer: I am going to soak up the sun. I am going to steal Harry Potter
and all rights. I am eventually going to own Harry Potter.
But for the moment, I do not own Harry Potter.
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Time: Two weeks before Harry Potter's seventh year. Place: The secret lab of some one we can't name.
Ha-ha.
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The man we can not name leaned back in his chair and formed a steeple out of his fingers. "Excellent! And the boy?"
The man we can not name's nervous assistant stuttered out, "He, he's good. I mean, yeah. I mean, we know where he is and... and... yeah so his sta-"
"SHUT UP!!!" The man we can not name was on his feet. "Fool!" he spat. "You want to give us away?"
The assistant shrank back, cowering at the man we can not name's feet. "No! No sir, I... I..."
"I have worked too hard and too long," *T.M.W.C.N.N. said slowly through clenched teeth, "To be ruined by a yapping, loud mouthed idiot like you!"
"Yes, yes," squeaked the assistant. "But his... um, thingy... person... whatnot... uh, he has all the information he need."
T.M.W.C.N.N. sat back down, his composure regained. "Excellent," He repeated.
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A/E * T.M.W.C.N.N. = the man we can not name (duh!!)
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Time: First night of Harry Potter's seventh year. Place: Hogwarts, the Great Hall.
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Harry stared at his plate, trying to ignore Ginny. Darn that frying pan, he thought. It had totally messed her up. The Healers said after a certain amount of time she would snap out of it and be normal again but that time period varied for each individual. So for now, he had to deal with her and her repeated crush.
"Hermione, can you pass the potatoes?" Harry asked, ignoring Ginny's giggles. Man, he hoped Ginny snapped out of it fast!
"Harry," Ron whispered, "Look at Malfoy."
Relieved to look at anything but Ginny, he turned around and nearly fell off his chair. "You are joking!"
* * * * * Save the planet! A mind is a terrible thing to waste! Don't spew on S.P.E.W! Civil rights for death eaters! Forgiveness saves us all! S.P.E.W.! Love should not be used wisely- give love to all! Love isn't an exhaustible resource so why do we hoard it like one? S.P.E.W. rocks my socks! Arbor Day '02!! All you need is love! Oh yeah, he had it all! 'Say it loud; Say it proud!' raced through his mind as he took a seat. He might be monitored by healers at night but his mind was sharper than ever. He still planed on taking over the world but that was Voldemort's real fault- other than being beaten by babies, he was so obvious! No stealth, no planning, no real evil talent. Other than having no conscience and being very evil looking, he had no true evil qualities. I mean, everyone can become a mass murder but he, Draco Malfoy, would win!
I mean, who feels threatened by a tree hugger? No one! He would be a peace loving hippie by day, a total, evil maniac by night! Dr. Jackal, Mr. Hyde, eat your heart out!
But this was just the beginning. He would continue using his good looks to his advantage but no more naughty girls like Pansy Parkinson. He needed someone innocent.
After dinner, he was talking to Jenny Weasley.
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"Where did he get those pins?" Hermione hissed angrily. "S.P.E.W. pins cost a sickle, and the more creative ones like 'Don't spew S.P.E.W' are 5!!"
Harry and Ron stared at her. "Shouldn't we be more worried about why he'd want one?" Ron suggested.
"Obviously, being struck by lightning affected his brain." She paused in putting jelly on her toast as the pair continued to stare at her. "Oh, please! Do you two ever pick up a news paper?" She tugged the paper out of her bag (none too gently, might I add) and tossed it on the table and pointed at a very small article on the side of the front page.
Death Eater Son Struck with Lightning!!
Foul play claimed.
"Everyone knows those muggles can control lightning with that "Lectricy" thing. They've been after my son ever since my husband murdered three families. They're heartless people!" Narcissia Malfoy pleaded for a nearby muggle family to be arrested after her son Draco Malfoy was struck by lightning. However, she was stopped by the Department of Muggle Artifacts.
"Heartless, yes, who'd ever want to revenge their murdered family?" Mr. Weasley snapped when asked his opinion. "This was a regular accident involving stupid kids and careless parents." Further comments were prevented by Mrs. Malfoy leaping across the table and attacking Mr. Weasley.
Ron stared. "Wow! My dreams have come true. Think he'll die?" A slap from Hermione shut him up.
But for the moment, I do not own Harry Potter.
* * * * *
Time: Two weeks before Harry Potter's seventh year. Place: The secret lab of some one we can't name.
Ha-ha.
* * * * *
The man we can not name leaned back in his chair and formed a steeple out of his fingers. "Excellent! And the boy?"
The man we can not name's nervous assistant stuttered out, "He, he's good. I mean, yeah. I mean, we know where he is and... and... yeah so his sta-"
"SHUT UP!!!" The man we can not name was on his feet. "Fool!" he spat. "You want to give us away?"
The assistant shrank back, cowering at the man we can not name's feet. "No! No sir, I... I..."
"I have worked too hard and too long," *T.M.W.C.N.N. said slowly through clenched teeth, "To be ruined by a yapping, loud mouthed idiot like you!"
"Yes, yes," squeaked the assistant. "But his... um, thingy... person... whatnot... uh, he has all the information he need."
T.M.W.C.N.N. sat back down, his composure regained. "Excellent," He repeated.
* * * * *
A/E * T.M.W.C.N.N. = the man we can not name (duh!!)
* * * * *
Time: First night of Harry Potter's seventh year. Place: Hogwarts, the Great Hall.
* * * * *
Harry stared at his plate, trying to ignore Ginny. Darn that frying pan, he thought. It had totally messed her up. The Healers said after a certain amount of time she would snap out of it and be normal again but that time period varied for each individual. So for now, he had to deal with her and her repeated crush.
"Hermione, can you pass the potatoes?" Harry asked, ignoring Ginny's giggles. Man, he hoped Ginny snapped out of it fast!
"Harry," Ron whispered, "Look at Malfoy."
Relieved to look at anything but Ginny, he turned around and nearly fell off his chair. "You are joking!"
* * * * * Save the planet! A mind is a terrible thing to waste! Don't spew on S.P.E.W! Civil rights for death eaters! Forgiveness saves us all! S.P.E.W.! Love should not be used wisely- give love to all! Love isn't an exhaustible resource so why do we hoard it like one? S.P.E.W. rocks my socks! Arbor Day '02!! All you need is love! Oh yeah, he had it all! 'Say it loud; Say it proud!' raced through his mind as he took a seat. He might be monitored by healers at night but his mind was sharper than ever. He still planed on taking over the world but that was Voldemort's real fault- other than being beaten by babies, he was so obvious! No stealth, no planning, no real evil talent. Other than having no conscience and being very evil looking, he had no true evil qualities. I mean, everyone can become a mass murder but he, Draco Malfoy, would win!
I mean, who feels threatened by a tree hugger? No one! He would be a peace loving hippie by day, a total, evil maniac by night! Dr. Jackal, Mr. Hyde, eat your heart out!
But this was just the beginning. He would continue using his good looks to his advantage but no more naughty girls like Pansy Parkinson. He needed someone innocent.
After dinner, he was talking to Jenny Weasley.
* * * * *
"Where did he get those pins?" Hermione hissed angrily. "S.P.E.W. pins cost a sickle, and the more creative ones like 'Don't spew S.P.E.W' are 5!!"
Harry and Ron stared at her. "Shouldn't we be more worried about why he'd want one?" Ron suggested.
"Obviously, being struck by lightning affected his brain." She paused in putting jelly on her toast as the pair continued to stare at her. "Oh, please! Do you two ever pick up a news paper?" She tugged the paper out of her bag (none too gently, might I add) and tossed it on the table and pointed at a very small article on the side of the front page.
Death Eater Son Struck with Lightning!!
Foul play claimed.
"Everyone knows those muggles can control lightning with that "Lectricy" thing. They've been after my son ever since my husband murdered three families. They're heartless people!" Narcissia Malfoy pleaded for a nearby muggle family to be arrested after her son Draco Malfoy was struck by lightning. However, she was stopped by the Department of Muggle Artifacts.
"Heartless, yes, who'd ever want to revenge their murdered family?" Mr. Weasley snapped when asked his opinion. "This was a regular accident involving stupid kids and careless parents." Further comments were prevented by Mrs. Malfoy leaping across the table and attacking Mr. Weasley.
Ron stared. "Wow! My dreams have come true. Think he'll die?" A slap from Hermione shut him up.