WELCOME FOOLISH MORTALS
(Pipe organ music) I own this. I live in a big pink mansion that's infested with ghost and ghouls. It's called the Evil-elf manner. If you come in to sue I foretell that you will never find the door out. Of course there is always my way... Mwahaha! I don't really even own a dime and JK Rowling owns HP.
Ah yes the Hogwarts psychiatrist would like to say that each update will come once there are at least three reviews. I hope beyond hope that you will enjoy this story and I will accept flames if and only if they are constructive. This has none of that twisted romance. Will stay G or is to be moved to PG since more people tend to read PG or by chance because of possible violence. ---------------
In the darkest chamber, deep underneath the castle, beside the chamber of secrets there is an unknown door and for the first time since the founders left the school it is to be opened by the most extraordinary person. Not a dark lord or a student, but a fanfiction Author! Yes a fanfiction Author has been added to the Hogwarts staff, but not as a teacher, no, as a psychiatrist.
Albus Dumbledore looked down at the face of the hopeful young girl sitting on a chair in front of his desk. She had a pencil and a notebook in hand and looked ready for anything. He gave a sigh, but knew it was for the best. "Thank you for coming Evil-elf. Before you can began I must warn you that some of the students are having deep-seated grievances with the fanfiction community and the movies involving them." Dumbledore twitched as the said the word fanfiction and nervously started running his fingers through his beard. Evil-elf tried forcefully to keep from laughing.
"Sir I will do all I can for the students and the staff and I promise I will help them with their problems," Evil-elf proclaimed. Dumbledore didn't seem to hear her. He was staring at Fawkes muttering "Nice birdie," very quickly. Evil-elf took it that she got the job and jotting his name down on her notebook was the first thing she did. She then stood up and made her exit, leaving Dumbledore who was now looking at an empty chair muttering "Bad Potter, bad Black, bad Lupin, bad Pettigrew."
She ran all the way down to the floor level and to a newly built staircase that only Dumbledore, her and the wizard or witch with an appointment with her at the moment could see. Once entering her office she smiled. It was a comfy little room, magically lit with a desk, chair, fireplace, magical fridge (keeps food cold without a plug!) and couch. She made herself comfortable on her chair and leaned back, looking at the ceiling. Picking up her drawing book, she started drawing her favorite Harry Potter characters (mainly the marauders), but got easily bored. She pulled the door open of her fridge and took out a large pizza and started on it, before a sheet of paper fell in front of her. It was a list of her patients. The first ones name glowed bright red. The door creaked open. A streak of terror pierced her heart and she dropped her pizza. The color drained from her face as a red headed boy with a tremendously freckled face came in.
Ronald Bilius Weasley.
(Pipe organ music) I own this. I live in a big pink mansion that's infested with ghost and ghouls. It's called the Evil-elf manner. If you come in to sue I foretell that you will never find the door out. Of course there is always my way... Mwahaha! I don't really even own a dime and JK Rowling owns HP.
Ah yes the Hogwarts psychiatrist would like to say that each update will come once there are at least three reviews. I hope beyond hope that you will enjoy this story and I will accept flames if and only if they are constructive. This has none of that twisted romance. Will stay G or is to be moved to PG since more people tend to read PG or by chance because of possible violence. ---------------
In the darkest chamber, deep underneath the castle, beside the chamber of secrets there is an unknown door and for the first time since the founders left the school it is to be opened by the most extraordinary person. Not a dark lord or a student, but a fanfiction Author! Yes a fanfiction Author has been added to the Hogwarts staff, but not as a teacher, no, as a psychiatrist.
Albus Dumbledore looked down at the face of the hopeful young girl sitting on a chair in front of his desk. She had a pencil and a notebook in hand and looked ready for anything. He gave a sigh, but knew it was for the best. "Thank you for coming Evil-elf. Before you can began I must warn you that some of the students are having deep-seated grievances with the fanfiction community and the movies involving them." Dumbledore twitched as the said the word fanfiction and nervously started running his fingers through his beard. Evil-elf tried forcefully to keep from laughing.
"Sir I will do all I can for the students and the staff and I promise I will help them with their problems," Evil-elf proclaimed. Dumbledore didn't seem to hear her. He was staring at Fawkes muttering "Nice birdie," very quickly. Evil-elf took it that she got the job and jotting his name down on her notebook was the first thing she did. She then stood up and made her exit, leaving Dumbledore who was now looking at an empty chair muttering "Bad Potter, bad Black, bad Lupin, bad Pettigrew."
She ran all the way down to the floor level and to a newly built staircase that only Dumbledore, her and the wizard or witch with an appointment with her at the moment could see. Once entering her office she smiled. It was a comfy little room, magically lit with a desk, chair, fireplace, magical fridge (keeps food cold without a plug!) and couch. She made herself comfortable on her chair and leaned back, looking at the ceiling. Picking up her drawing book, she started drawing her favorite Harry Potter characters (mainly the marauders), but got easily bored. She pulled the door open of her fridge and took out a large pizza and started on it, before a sheet of paper fell in front of her. It was a list of her patients. The first ones name glowed bright red. The door creaked open. A streak of terror pierced her heart and she dropped her pizza. The color drained from her face as a red headed boy with a tremendously freckled face came in.
Ronald Bilius Weasley.