Finally, a turn in the story! Hope ya'll like! Yes I will go back
to my psychiatristing (that isn't a word is it?) I'm just doing a little
side-plot. AHH My sister is trying to give me a pickle! NOOOOOO!
I don't own the characters or the school. Fangirls here are portrayed evil. Please do not be offended, but through their eyes fangirls probably are. Thank you to you totally awesome reviewers!!!
Blah Blah Blah: More insanity Mwahahaha!
Destiny13: I will fight the urge to make an army of Lockharts!
ash vault rose garden: Hanktay ouyay!!! (Original reply aye?)
lost-broken-confused: I always thought Snape was a Lockhart at heart...
HermioneBallerina: Thanks! Haha. I plan to try to add as many characters as I can!
Evil-elf was sitting sluggishly in her office later that day and reflecting on why she was much to lazy to paint the walls something other then their dark green color. She reached under her desk and carefully pulled out something she wanted no one here to know about ever. It was a laptop computer. Once she made it to the Internet she typed Fanfiction.com on the search bar and was magically taken to another world. She was much to far deep into a story to realize that her mystical paper had written a message. After five minutes the paper got impatient and squirted glowing red ink at the psychiatrist. The ink splattered against her white shirt and she turned to glare at the innocent looking parchment. She picked it up to read its message.
Dear Evil-elf
We are organizing a defense against the fangirl community. We would like you as a spy to join us ASAP. You can find us by first going to Moaning Myrtles bathroom. There you will find Harry who will open the entrance to the chamber of secrets. Once down there he will take you to our headquarters. Hope you make it and will help fight for our cause.
Sincerely, the poor souls who have been tortured by fanfiction, fangirls and fanartists.
Without question, the psychiatrist was up and out the door. In her opinion, it would be much easer to blast the wall outside her office because the chamber was just next-door, but she decided against it in fear that she would lose her job. She made it upstairs and checked her watch. The students should be at dinner now. She casually walked to the haunted bathroom and saw Harry himself sitting at the doorway. He nodded, opened the door and hissed at the sink. Evil-elf jumped in surprise as the sink opened to reveal a tunnel. Harry then jumped down it yelling "WATCH OUT BELOW YEHAAA!" The psychiatrist uncertainly lowered herself down until she was hanging by her fingertips with her back against the wall. She let go and slid down a long dark tunnel. She hit the ground to see a huge red and gold carpet underneath her. Harry helped her up and they went down a very long tunnel until they came to a door. The psychiatrist gently pushed the door open and looked inside.
"Do you have a ten?"
"Go fish."
"That's absurd! You asked me for a ten only five minutes ago and you didn't lay any tens down!"
"Yes I did! You just didn't see them you nitwit."
Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, the new and improved Ron Weasley and another man were seated around a large round table playing go fish. Along the walls around them there were huge maps with little red darts on them. On the wall across from her there was a banner with 'Tracking fangirls across the globe community' written on it. Snape was now glaring at Lupin who was accused of hiding his tens.
"You haven't been playing without me?" Harry growled walking toward the arguing group. They cowered under his gaze.
"It was Sirius's fault, he wanted to keep going." Ron muttered. The psychiatrist gave a yell of surprise as she realized who the man was. The group looked at her.
"I thought you were dead!" she gasped.
"They sent me back as Sirius the beached clothes." He took off his jacket to reveal a blinding white T-shirt.
"Lets get back to the point, shall we?"
"I told you it was Sirius's fault! Blame him."
"Lupin you hid those tens so they are rightfully mine."
"No they are not you overgrown bat!" Fred and George burst into laughter. The psychiatrist gave a sigh, sunk into a couch, which was against the wall and waited until the game was over.
"Will you two please be quiet? It is my turn!" The psychiatrist turned to see Tom Riddle enter the room. The psychiatrist watched wide- eyed as he seated himself between Sirius and George. "Fred do you have a two?" Fred growled as he unhappily handed his card to Tom. "Hahaha I win again. Who da man? Voldemort is da man!" Snape ran his hand through his golden curls while trying to contain himself from killing the future dark lord.
I don't own the characters or the school. Fangirls here are portrayed evil. Please do not be offended, but through their eyes fangirls probably are. Thank you to you totally awesome reviewers!!!
Blah Blah Blah: More insanity Mwahahaha!
Destiny13: I will fight the urge to make an army of Lockharts!
ash vault rose garden: Hanktay ouyay!!! (Original reply aye?)
lost-broken-confused: I always thought Snape was a Lockhart at heart...
HermioneBallerina: Thanks! Haha. I plan to try to add as many characters as I can!
Evil-elf was sitting sluggishly in her office later that day and reflecting on why she was much to lazy to paint the walls something other then their dark green color. She reached under her desk and carefully pulled out something she wanted no one here to know about ever. It was a laptop computer. Once she made it to the Internet she typed Fanfiction.com on the search bar and was magically taken to another world. She was much to far deep into a story to realize that her mystical paper had written a message. After five minutes the paper got impatient and squirted glowing red ink at the psychiatrist. The ink splattered against her white shirt and she turned to glare at the innocent looking parchment. She picked it up to read its message.
Dear Evil-elf
We are organizing a defense against the fangirl community. We would like you as a spy to join us ASAP. You can find us by first going to Moaning Myrtles bathroom. There you will find Harry who will open the entrance to the chamber of secrets. Once down there he will take you to our headquarters. Hope you make it and will help fight for our cause.
Sincerely, the poor souls who have been tortured by fanfiction, fangirls and fanartists.
Without question, the psychiatrist was up and out the door. In her opinion, it would be much easer to blast the wall outside her office because the chamber was just next-door, but she decided against it in fear that she would lose her job. She made it upstairs and checked her watch. The students should be at dinner now. She casually walked to the haunted bathroom and saw Harry himself sitting at the doorway. He nodded, opened the door and hissed at the sink. Evil-elf jumped in surprise as the sink opened to reveal a tunnel. Harry then jumped down it yelling "WATCH OUT BELOW YEHAAA!" The psychiatrist uncertainly lowered herself down until she was hanging by her fingertips with her back against the wall. She let go and slid down a long dark tunnel. She hit the ground to see a huge red and gold carpet underneath her. Harry helped her up and they went down a very long tunnel until they came to a door. The psychiatrist gently pushed the door open and looked inside.
"Do you have a ten?"
"Go fish."
"That's absurd! You asked me for a ten only five minutes ago and you didn't lay any tens down!"
"Yes I did! You just didn't see them you nitwit."
Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, the new and improved Ron Weasley and another man were seated around a large round table playing go fish. Along the walls around them there were huge maps with little red darts on them. On the wall across from her there was a banner with 'Tracking fangirls across the globe community' written on it. Snape was now glaring at Lupin who was accused of hiding his tens.
"You haven't been playing without me?" Harry growled walking toward the arguing group. They cowered under his gaze.
"It was Sirius's fault, he wanted to keep going." Ron muttered. The psychiatrist gave a yell of surprise as she realized who the man was. The group looked at her.
"I thought you were dead!" she gasped.
"They sent me back as Sirius the beached clothes." He took off his jacket to reveal a blinding white T-shirt.
"Lets get back to the point, shall we?"
"I told you it was Sirius's fault! Blame him."
"Lupin you hid those tens so they are rightfully mine."
"No they are not you overgrown bat!" Fred and George burst into laughter. The psychiatrist gave a sigh, sunk into a couch, which was against the wall and waited until the game was over.
"Will you two please be quiet? It is my turn!" The psychiatrist turned to see Tom Riddle enter the room. The psychiatrist watched wide- eyed as he seated himself between Sirius and George. "Fred do you have a two?" Fred growled as he unhappily handed his card to Tom. "Hahaha I win again. Who da man? Voldemort is da man!" Snape ran his hand through his golden curls while trying to contain himself from killing the future dark lord.