Well I think its longer then the last one. Anyway I just wanted to
say thank you everyone who found that unfortunate mistake. Colon should
have been Colin. Sorry and I will fix it in a minute. I don't own two
galleons to rub together.
Blah Blah Blah: Thank you!!! I hope you'll like this chapter!
viv: Thanks!
ash vault rose garden: Thank you! Yes traumatized does seem to fit Ron.
Fireblade K'Chona: Yes thank you for pointing it out! Sad thing is that I almost spelled Dennis, Denise by accident.
Demonlord Uni: Hahahaha That would be great.
Violet Rose1: Thank you!! I thought it was funny...
Nahadria-Lealonde: Thank you!!!
Lovley: One: No flames. If you don't like it then don't read it. Two: The deal is I am high and mighty. I rule this fanfiction. It is mine. Three: Insanity is the air I breath, the life breath of my soul. Four: Ron needed the potion. It helped him. Five: Albert will barbeque a hamster with your flame. Goodnight.
Remus Lupin's Lover: Yes I just noticed that. I will fix it when I get the chance. LOL.
Chapter 4...
Evil-elf was to be found again in her office the next day, trying to recover from the previous day's events. She picked her notebook and pencil up and started to draw humorous pictures of Voldemort. 'Aw Tommy Riddle like the cowboy hat. Of course widdle Tommy like hat!' She laughed sinisterly as she tossed her book aside and looked at the list of her patients. The top name slowly turned from black to scarlet. Moaning, she jumped out of her seat and pushed all the junk that was on the couch, to the floor and then kicked it under the couch. She then sat back on her chair and waited and waited. She glanced over to her clock, which was nailed to the wall, beside the door and over a humongous tree frog painting. Three o'clock turned to three five to three ten and so forth. Evil-elf, having a very short attention span, found that she couldn't wait any longer. She pushed the door open and walked out into the darkness. Once finding the door, she marched up twenty rows of stairs till she came to the ground floor. The school seemed deserted. She marched up to the Bloody Baron who was aimlessly floating with his nose buried in a book. Without even looking up, the ghost pointed her to the door. She nodded and made her way out of the school. Upon entering the outside world, something Evil-elf had not seen for a while, she heard a wave of cheering. "A Quidditch match", she muttered angrily. This of course was not enough to stop the determined psychiatrist.
Draco Malfoy soared through the air after the snitch. Finally, for the first time ever, he would beat Potter in a match. He stretched his hand out after it. He could reach it. He felt his fingertips touch the smooth surface of the golden ball. "Aaaaiiiiieeeee!!!! The Slytherin looked back in horror as a strange girl wearing jeans and a bright orange shirt came shooting towards him on one of the school brooms. She grabbed the tail of his broom and gave a triumphant shriek, which was drowned out by Slytherin hisses and "no fairs!" Once she pulled the broom to the ground, she dragged the crying Draco Malfoy by the collar of his robes to her office. He sat on the couch and moaned about his unfair life and the psychiatrist gave him a tissue.
"I'm never going to win at Quidditch. I try and try and try. P- Potters a-always going to beat me", the blonde Slytherin cried.
"It's a curse Draco. The snitch knew that you'd be late for you psychiatrist appointment and decided to punish you for it." Draco glared at her.
"I don't find that funny you-you fanfiction author!"
"Whatever. Now, to get to business, I was told my McGonagall to help you with your Anti-Harry problem. Why do you hate Harry so much?"
"Its more the fact that he exists."
'Now where have I heard that before?' she thought to herself. "Have you ever tried finding your happy place when you're near Harry?"
"There is no happiness, there is only power and those to weak to seek it."
"Let try to find it this way, what is your favorite thing on earth?"
Draco's face turned a tomato-red. "Why should I tell you?"
"Because I'm a psychiatrist and I have powers beyond what you can comprehend and because reviewers would like to know your secrets."
"Oh, wait a minute...never mind. I like flamingos, but if you tell anyone you will pay.
'Flamingos', the word passed her mind at least twenty times before she could believe that Draco had indeed said it. "Well and what's your favorite place?"
"Iceland."
"Now can you imagine a bunch of flamingoes flapping around in Iceland?" Draco nodded and closed his eyes. He could see it. A smile appeared on his face. "Now just keep that vision the next time you run into Harry.
"I will do it! And I will be a success." Draco jumped up. "Thank you, err, but don't tell anyone anything or I'll curse you to resemble a Weasley."
"I will not mention it then!" Draco skipped out of the room and up the staircases and running into Harry.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Flamingoes in Iceland. I can see them now. They are pretty."
The psychiatrist threw herself down on her chair. Another problem has been sorted out. She looked down at her magical paper and almost screamed. Tomorrow would not be so lucky.
Blah Blah Blah: Thank you!!! I hope you'll like this chapter!
viv: Thanks!
ash vault rose garden: Thank you! Yes traumatized does seem to fit Ron.
Fireblade K'Chona: Yes thank you for pointing it out! Sad thing is that I almost spelled Dennis, Denise by accident.
Demonlord Uni: Hahahaha That would be great.
Violet Rose1: Thank you!! I thought it was funny...
Nahadria-Lealonde: Thank you!!!
Lovley: One: No flames. If you don't like it then don't read it. Two: The deal is I am high and mighty. I rule this fanfiction. It is mine. Three: Insanity is the air I breath, the life breath of my soul. Four: Ron needed the potion. It helped him. Five: Albert will barbeque a hamster with your flame. Goodnight.
Remus Lupin's Lover: Yes I just noticed that. I will fix it when I get the chance. LOL.
Chapter 4...
Evil-elf was to be found again in her office the next day, trying to recover from the previous day's events. She picked her notebook and pencil up and started to draw humorous pictures of Voldemort. 'Aw Tommy Riddle like the cowboy hat. Of course widdle Tommy like hat!' She laughed sinisterly as she tossed her book aside and looked at the list of her patients. The top name slowly turned from black to scarlet. Moaning, she jumped out of her seat and pushed all the junk that was on the couch, to the floor and then kicked it under the couch. She then sat back on her chair and waited and waited. She glanced over to her clock, which was nailed to the wall, beside the door and over a humongous tree frog painting. Three o'clock turned to three five to three ten and so forth. Evil-elf, having a very short attention span, found that she couldn't wait any longer. She pushed the door open and walked out into the darkness. Once finding the door, she marched up twenty rows of stairs till she came to the ground floor. The school seemed deserted. She marched up to the Bloody Baron who was aimlessly floating with his nose buried in a book. Without even looking up, the ghost pointed her to the door. She nodded and made her way out of the school. Upon entering the outside world, something Evil-elf had not seen for a while, she heard a wave of cheering. "A Quidditch match", she muttered angrily. This of course was not enough to stop the determined psychiatrist.
Draco Malfoy soared through the air after the snitch. Finally, for the first time ever, he would beat Potter in a match. He stretched his hand out after it. He could reach it. He felt his fingertips touch the smooth surface of the golden ball. "Aaaaiiiiieeeee!!!! The Slytherin looked back in horror as a strange girl wearing jeans and a bright orange shirt came shooting towards him on one of the school brooms. She grabbed the tail of his broom and gave a triumphant shriek, which was drowned out by Slytherin hisses and "no fairs!" Once she pulled the broom to the ground, she dragged the crying Draco Malfoy by the collar of his robes to her office. He sat on the couch and moaned about his unfair life and the psychiatrist gave him a tissue.
"I'm never going to win at Quidditch. I try and try and try. P- Potters a-always going to beat me", the blonde Slytherin cried.
"It's a curse Draco. The snitch knew that you'd be late for you psychiatrist appointment and decided to punish you for it." Draco glared at her.
"I don't find that funny you-you fanfiction author!"
"Whatever. Now, to get to business, I was told my McGonagall to help you with your Anti-Harry problem. Why do you hate Harry so much?"
"Its more the fact that he exists."
'Now where have I heard that before?' she thought to herself. "Have you ever tried finding your happy place when you're near Harry?"
"There is no happiness, there is only power and those to weak to seek it."
"Let try to find it this way, what is your favorite thing on earth?"
Draco's face turned a tomato-red. "Why should I tell you?"
"Because I'm a psychiatrist and I have powers beyond what you can comprehend and because reviewers would like to know your secrets."
"Oh, wait a minute...never mind. I like flamingos, but if you tell anyone you will pay.
'Flamingos', the word passed her mind at least twenty times before she could believe that Draco had indeed said it. "Well and what's your favorite place?"
"Iceland."
"Now can you imagine a bunch of flamingoes flapping around in Iceland?" Draco nodded and closed his eyes. He could see it. A smile appeared on his face. "Now just keep that vision the next time you run into Harry.
"I will do it! And I will be a success." Draco jumped up. "Thank you, err, but don't tell anyone anything or I'll curse you to resemble a Weasley."
"I will not mention it then!" Draco skipped out of the room and up the staircases and running into Harry.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Flamingoes in Iceland. I can see them now. They are pretty."
The psychiatrist threw herself down on her chair. Another problem has been sorted out. She looked down at her magical paper and almost screamed. Tomorrow would not be so lucky.