Welcome to the tenth and weirdest chapter. Once the war is over, if
it ever is, things will go back. I don't own anything. Have fun reading!
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10th Chapter...
Dressed in a bright pink T-shirt, jeans, red painted fingernails and a lime green belt, the psychiatrist raced down the muggle street till she came to the Leaky Cauldron. Guarding the entrance were five fangirls. They were making sure only Hot Stuff Inc. or other fangirls could enter. Evil-elf quickly played with her hair, trying to make it more fangirl like. Finally she put her short light brown hair in two ponytails that stuck out from each side of her head. She gathered up her strength and approached the group. "Hello I'm a fangirl and I am so in love with the Harry Potter books!" she said in a high-pitched, very irritating, fake British voice.
"Hello my name is Crazy4Harry, the group that we found out is called Hot Stuff Incorporated should be here soon. The will come to discuss the terms of the war. All we know now is that if we win the war we get to keep torturing them, but if they win we have to disappear back into the muggle world. What is your fanfiction name?"
"MadlyNLuvWithHarry."
"Welcome MadlyNLuvWithHarry! You may go inside now. They should be here any minute." The psychiatrist peered inside the wizard pub to see it crowded with fangirls and their computers. Hot Stuff Incorporated should be here in about half an hour. Her job was to find an easy exit for them and to find out what the fans were planning. She ordered a butterbeer and looked over to the wall, wishing herself to disappear back into her Hogwarts office. She was thrown out of her daydreams as she realized what she was looking at. A wanted picture of herself was placed on the wall. She read it out loud to herself, hardly believing that they knew about her. "Wanted Evil-elf psychiatrist, spy for Hot Stuff Incorporated. If found, bring to Fangirl headquarters, dead or alive." Now she was happy she had a disguise. She checked her watch. Ten minutes till.
"I can't wait for them to be here! I am like so in love with Sirius! EEECK!" Evil-elf looked behind her to see three fifteen to seventeen year olds jumping up and down screaming. She had an idea.
"What are we planning to do when they come?"
"Lock them up and hug them and tell them that they will never win and make them except defeat and then let them go and keep writing fanfiction about them! Also our leader wants to see Harry Potter for some reason."
"I don't think they will except defeat just because you hug them. I believe that Sirius will be quite pleased to get lots of hugs."
"Didn't you hear? We are going to send them into our world of fanfiction. We had our spies from Hogwarts come and one of them had with them a computer capable of sucking them in and then we will take control of what happens next! She is the leader of the fangirls. Of course we won't do anything awful, only stuff like sending giant spiders after Ronald and stuff like that." As if on cue, the psychiatrist heard a squeal outside and rushed to the door. Silence crept over the pub. Come towards the door was Snape, with golden hair and bright robes on. Once they recognized him, the fangirls frantically ran towards the Slytherin potions master, but before they could reach him, twenty other figures appeared from the shadows. No, they were not Hot Stuff Incorporated; they were death-eaters with their wands out. They psychiatrist stood up and cheered; Tom Riddle must have sent them. As the sun slowly set behind the muggle buildings, the strangely deserted muggle street was illuminated by stunning spell flying towards the fangirls. The psychiatrist ran out the back of the pub into Diagon Ally where the rest of Hot Stuff Incorporated sat waiting for her.
"Great plan! Here's what they're trying to do, they want to lead ya'll into a magical computer and send at ya'll your worst fears, to make you all give up." She stopped as they heard footsteps coming their way. "They got the death-eaters and Snape already."
"Well we have nothing left to do, but fight", Sirius said as he looked bravely at the entrance to Diagon Ally from the pub. The psychiatrist looked around the brave group who were willing to risk their lives to destroy the greatest evil known to wizards, when she noticed something.
"Where's Harry?"
"I haven't seen him all day", Remus answered as the looked fearfully at the brick wall hoping that Harry wasn't on the other side. Without warning the wall burst open and Hot Stuff Incorporated grabbed their wands and started shooting spells at the thousands of fangirls rushed out of the entrance. Thunder rumbled from the sky and rain started to pour. Lightning flashed over the battling group. Evil-elf looked over her shoulder to see Tom Riddle blasting away five fangirls at once, before being attacked by twenty. She looked around to see forty of them surrounding her. The rain had made their makeup smear so they had a strange resemblance to orcs. Lifting her wand she was about to yell out a spell before she felt a curse hit her and throw her in a dark ally between two buildings. The last thing she saw before she fainted was Draco falling to the ground and Charlie Weasley yelling a battle cry.
Evil-elf felt the rain fall on her face. She opened her eyes and checked her watch. She had been out of it for three hours. Faintly voices came to her ears. Fearing that it was more fangirls, she lay still and pretended she wasn't there.
"We came to late. They are probably being tortured by now."
"We have to go save them."
"How? We don't even know where they took them." Evil-elf sat up to see Harry and the marauders looking mournfully at the battlefield covered with puddles of makeup and lost bracelets. She sneezed and Peter looked over toward her.
"Hey! Someone's over there!" The five ran over to her as she stood up.
"They're inside" she said pointing to the wall. "We need to save them now, before they give up!" The small group ran over to the brick wall.
"It was nice to know you Harry" James said as he looked at his son. "Keep up with quidditch." Harry nodded and the psychiatrist tapped her wand against the wall. The bricks moved to form an entrance and they quietly crept inside and behind the bar. Peter foot made a creaking sound as they crawled and the psychiatrist looked back to hush him. She looked up over the bar to see the older Sirius glaring at the head of the fangirls. She had red hair. She had freckles. She was a Weasley. Evil- elf looked back down to see James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and Harry looking at her determinedly, waiting for a plan. She put a finger to her mouth to show that they needed to be as quiet as possible.
"As you see, I am the leader of the fangirls. It's all my revenge against Harry, who should have been here tonight for not even noticing me."
"Then why are we here?" older Remus asked.
"Because ya'll want to stop my friends. As you see I brought them here using the same computer that we will use to torture you. To them, this is all a fanfiction and this is nothing, but fragments of some girl's imagination, but now you are real enough and we will win this war."
"Who made the computer?"
"It was some project that Hermione was working on. I stole it. She was always a good friend of Harry's, which makes her and enemy. Revenge is sweet." Ron looking as he naturally does because his disguise came off in the rain, stared at his sister with a look of betrayal on his face. Ginny looked at him evilly before switching on the computer. With a pop the tied up group disappeared onto the unknown. Evil-elf looked back at the marauders and Harry.
"We're too late," Remus muttered. They stayed there and gravely tried to think of a plan as the fangirls slowly left the pub saying their 'good byes' and 'see ya'll tomorrows.'
"We were too late for them," Sirius repeated as he crawled toward the exit in defeat. Evil-elf reached out and grabbed him on the shoulder.
"We can not give up!" she said angrily. "We have to go in after them."
"Don't you have an appointment tomorrow?" Harry asked.
"Tomorrow night, but we should be done finding them by then."
"I can get some help from Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the Creeveys and Dumbledore if he's not in another meeting with inanimate objects" Harry offered. Evil-elf looked at the group. They all looked determined to help. She smiled.
"Lets go hunt some fangirls!" Sirius and James cheered. They stood up and walked toward the computer. It was much larger then any other computer that the psychiatrist had ever seen. She and Remus sat in the two chairs in front of it and slowly figured out how to work it. With a click of a button they disappeared to save Hot Stuff Incorporated from their worst fears.
huckin-cupcakes: LOL! Thanks! Interesting review! It's like a wrestling match!
ash vault rose garden: Thank you! I admit that I'm obsessed with LOTR. Won't add too much of it into the story though. Have fun torturing Peter, but don't kill him just yet. I think Harry or Remus should have the honor of doing that!
Fireblade K'Chona: Hahaha. Thanks!
10th Chapter...
Dressed in a bright pink T-shirt, jeans, red painted fingernails and a lime green belt, the psychiatrist raced down the muggle street till she came to the Leaky Cauldron. Guarding the entrance were five fangirls. They were making sure only Hot Stuff Inc. or other fangirls could enter. Evil-elf quickly played with her hair, trying to make it more fangirl like. Finally she put her short light brown hair in two ponytails that stuck out from each side of her head. She gathered up her strength and approached the group. "Hello I'm a fangirl and I am so in love with the Harry Potter books!" she said in a high-pitched, very irritating, fake British voice.
"Hello my name is Crazy4Harry, the group that we found out is called Hot Stuff Incorporated should be here soon. The will come to discuss the terms of the war. All we know now is that if we win the war we get to keep torturing them, but if they win we have to disappear back into the muggle world. What is your fanfiction name?"
"MadlyNLuvWithHarry."
"Welcome MadlyNLuvWithHarry! You may go inside now. They should be here any minute." The psychiatrist peered inside the wizard pub to see it crowded with fangirls and their computers. Hot Stuff Incorporated should be here in about half an hour. Her job was to find an easy exit for them and to find out what the fans were planning. She ordered a butterbeer and looked over to the wall, wishing herself to disappear back into her Hogwarts office. She was thrown out of her daydreams as she realized what she was looking at. A wanted picture of herself was placed on the wall. She read it out loud to herself, hardly believing that they knew about her. "Wanted Evil-elf psychiatrist, spy for Hot Stuff Incorporated. If found, bring to Fangirl headquarters, dead or alive." Now she was happy she had a disguise. She checked her watch. Ten minutes till.
"I can't wait for them to be here! I am like so in love with Sirius! EEECK!" Evil-elf looked behind her to see three fifteen to seventeen year olds jumping up and down screaming. She had an idea.
"What are we planning to do when they come?"
"Lock them up and hug them and tell them that they will never win and make them except defeat and then let them go and keep writing fanfiction about them! Also our leader wants to see Harry Potter for some reason."
"I don't think they will except defeat just because you hug them. I believe that Sirius will be quite pleased to get lots of hugs."
"Didn't you hear? We are going to send them into our world of fanfiction. We had our spies from Hogwarts come and one of them had with them a computer capable of sucking them in and then we will take control of what happens next! She is the leader of the fangirls. Of course we won't do anything awful, only stuff like sending giant spiders after Ronald and stuff like that." As if on cue, the psychiatrist heard a squeal outside and rushed to the door. Silence crept over the pub. Come towards the door was Snape, with golden hair and bright robes on. Once they recognized him, the fangirls frantically ran towards the Slytherin potions master, but before they could reach him, twenty other figures appeared from the shadows. No, they were not Hot Stuff Incorporated; they were death-eaters with their wands out. They psychiatrist stood up and cheered; Tom Riddle must have sent them. As the sun slowly set behind the muggle buildings, the strangely deserted muggle street was illuminated by stunning spell flying towards the fangirls. The psychiatrist ran out the back of the pub into Diagon Ally where the rest of Hot Stuff Incorporated sat waiting for her.
"Great plan! Here's what they're trying to do, they want to lead ya'll into a magical computer and send at ya'll your worst fears, to make you all give up." She stopped as they heard footsteps coming their way. "They got the death-eaters and Snape already."
"Well we have nothing left to do, but fight", Sirius said as he looked bravely at the entrance to Diagon Ally from the pub. The psychiatrist looked around the brave group who were willing to risk their lives to destroy the greatest evil known to wizards, when she noticed something.
"Where's Harry?"
"I haven't seen him all day", Remus answered as the looked fearfully at the brick wall hoping that Harry wasn't on the other side. Without warning the wall burst open and Hot Stuff Incorporated grabbed their wands and started shooting spells at the thousands of fangirls rushed out of the entrance. Thunder rumbled from the sky and rain started to pour. Lightning flashed over the battling group. Evil-elf looked over her shoulder to see Tom Riddle blasting away five fangirls at once, before being attacked by twenty. She looked around to see forty of them surrounding her. The rain had made their makeup smear so they had a strange resemblance to orcs. Lifting her wand she was about to yell out a spell before she felt a curse hit her and throw her in a dark ally between two buildings. The last thing she saw before she fainted was Draco falling to the ground and Charlie Weasley yelling a battle cry.
Evil-elf felt the rain fall on her face. She opened her eyes and checked her watch. She had been out of it for three hours. Faintly voices came to her ears. Fearing that it was more fangirls, she lay still and pretended she wasn't there.
"We came to late. They are probably being tortured by now."
"We have to go save them."
"How? We don't even know where they took them." Evil-elf sat up to see Harry and the marauders looking mournfully at the battlefield covered with puddles of makeup and lost bracelets. She sneezed and Peter looked over toward her.
"Hey! Someone's over there!" The five ran over to her as she stood up.
"They're inside" she said pointing to the wall. "We need to save them now, before they give up!" The small group ran over to the brick wall.
"It was nice to know you Harry" James said as he looked at his son. "Keep up with quidditch." Harry nodded and the psychiatrist tapped her wand against the wall. The bricks moved to form an entrance and they quietly crept inside and behind the bar. Peter foot made a creaking sound as they crawled and the psychiatrist looked back to hush him. She looked up over the bar to see the older Sirius glaring at the head of the fangirls. She had red hair. She had freckles. She was a Weasley. Evil- elf looked back down to see James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and Harry looking at her determinedly, waiting for a plan. She put a finger to her mouth to show that they needed to be as quiet as possible.
"As you see, I am the leader of the fangirls. It's all my revenge against Harry, who should have been here tonight for not even noticing me."
"Then why are we here?" older Remus asked.
"Because ya'll want to stop my friends. As you see I brought them here using the same computer that we will use to torture you. To them, this is all a fanfiction and this is nothing, but fragments of some girl's imagination, but now you are real enough and we will win this war."
"Who made the computer?"
"It was some project that Hermione was working on. I stole it. She was always a good friend of Harry's, which makes her and enemy. Revenge is sweet." Ron looking as he naturally does because his disguise came off in the rain, stared at his sister with a look of betrayal on his face. Ginny looked at him evilly before switching on the computer. With a pop the tied up group disappeared onto the unknown. Evil-elf looked back at the marauders and Harry.
"We're too late," Remus muttered. They stayed there and gravely tried to think of a plan as the fangirls slowly left the pub saying their 'good byes' and 'see ya'll tomorrows.'
"We were too late for them," Sirius repeated as he crawled toward the exit in defeat. Evil-elf reached out and grabbed him on the shoulder.
"We can not give up!" she said angrily. "We have to go in after them."
"Don't you have an appointment tomorrow?" Harry asked.
"Tomorrow night, but we should be done finding them by then."
"I can get some help from Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the Creeveys and Dumbledore if he's not in another meeting with inanimate objects" Harry offered. Evil-elf looked at the group. They all looked determined to help. She smiled.
"Lets go hunt some fangirls!" Sirius and James cheered. They stood up and walked toward the computer. It was much larger then any other computer that the psychiatrist had ever seen. She and Remus sat in the two chairs in front of it and slowly figured out how to work it. With a click of a button they disappeared to save Hot Stuff Incorporated from their worst fears.