Chapter Four
Harry Potter arrived at No. 14 Rose Drive only to find that Big Nev, his toad and his collection of weaponry, had fled. (Obviously, the rifles didn't flee as such, they were inside a bag that was fleeing with Big Nev...although the bag can't walk either...actually they drove in away in a jeep...)
Only Hermione Granger was left, dead, on the floor. A ladder in her stockings and shocking knots in her hair. Harry immediately fell to the floor and brought her, with shaking arms, near to his manly chest: 'Baby, wake up!' unfortunately, his rather stupid disposition led him to believe that she wasn't dead, it took him a while to realise that she was not sleeping with an arched back and open eyes and lolling tongue but, in fact, she was very much dead. Thus he cried: 'Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!' in a very deep and manly way, as only he could.
Trevor who was nestling in his Master's pocket, could feel the reverberations of revenge from Hogsmeade to the M4 (where he was, they were going to stop soon at services in order to get petrol and a sandwich).
He, as Harry Potter did, knew that it would not be long before they would meet again.
Mr Dumbledore sucked at a sherbet (you know when they get clogged up with spit so you can't get at the sweet sherbet? Yeah, he had that), and mused in an omniscient way. Snape, his long time hate-object, was dead...and now the woman of his weird dreams – Hermione – a femme-fatale of her age, dead with him. How many to go?
This was worse than Voldemort! I mean, it only took a prophecy and a seventeen year old boy who didn't know how to pronounce occlumency to overthrow him...this was a completely different matter. The toad had to be destroyed.
The best Auror in the business was on its tracks, but was that really enough? They needed back-up. They needed someone like Michael Corleone in the second Godfather film (which he enjoyed immensely), to get rid of the damned (yet dangerous) Toad.
Malfoy was dead (he wouldn't have been enough anyway, all those feminine locks would have gotten in the way)...Karkaroff was a goat...Grawp was a pimp in New York and wasn't up to this anymore...Hagrid – an idiot...
He had one choice – it was time – to wake up Lord Voldemort.
Harry Potter arrived at No. 14 Rose Drive only to find that Big Nev, his toad and his collection of weaponry, had fled. (Obviously, the rifles didn't flee as such, they were inside a bag that was fleeing with Big Nev...although the bag can't walk either...actually they drove in away in a jeep...)
Only Hermione Granger was left, dead, on the floor. A ladder in her stockings and shocking knots in her hair. Harry immediately fell to the floor and brought her, with shaking arms, near to his manly chest: 'Baby, wake up!' unfortunately, his rather stupid disposition led him to believe that she wasn't dead, it took him a while to realise that she was not sleeping with an arched back and open eyes and lolling tongue but, in fact, she was very much dead. Thus he cried: 'Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!' in a very deep and manly way, as only he could.
Trevor who was nestling in his Master's pocket, could feel the reverberations of revenge from Hogsmeade to the M4 (where he was, they were going to stop soon at services in order to get petrol and a sandwich).
He, as Harry Potter did, knew that it would not be long before they would meet again.
Mr Dumbledore sucked at a sherbet (you know when they get clogged up with spit so you can't get at the sweet sherbet? Yeah, he had that), and mused in an omniscient way. Snape, his long time hate-object, was dead...and now the woman of his weird dreams – Hermione – a femme-fatale of her age, dead with him. How many to go?
This was worse than Voldemort! I mean, it only took a prophecy and a seventeen year old boy who didn't know how to pronounce occlumency to overthrow him...this was a completely different matter. The toad had to be destroyed.
The best Auror in the business was on its tracks, but was that really enough? They needed back-up. They needed someone like Michael Corleone in the second Godfather film (which he enjoyed immensely), to get rid of the damned (yet dangerous) Toad.
Malfoy was dead (he wouldn't have been enough anyway, all those feminine locks would have gotten in the way)...Karkaroff was a goat...Grawp was a pimp in New York and wasn't up to this anymore...Hagrid – an idiot...
He had one choice – it was time – to wake up Lord Voldemort.