Ahhh! Another chapter! Almost forgot the Author note... Well my
cyberspace is like a big house. Hope its original! Have fun reading and
if you want to read some more clean humor stuff, my sister AK.A From the
Silent Planet has some really funny stories. Well to the replies!
Destiny13: Thank you! Hope you have a good laugh!
Fireblade K'Chona: (snickers evilly) More fangirls!!!! Mwahahaha!
ash vault rose garden: He can stay there for now. It serves him right!
Chapter 11...
The marauders, Harry and psychiatrist materialized in a dark, round room. A small light in the middle shone upon the doors covering the walls. Peter let out a cry and hid behind James. The psychiatrist shushed him as she approached one of the doors.
Snape ran and ran. His feet grew tired and he started tripping over them. He looked down at the floor, which was covered in mud. Realizing his new shoes were dirty, he shrieked. "Must keep running! Don't give into fangirls," he muttered to himself. There was a wall in front of him. He was cornered. With his heart pounding, he stopped and looked behind him. He was behind him. Yes, running after golden-headed Snape was greasy, smelly, dirty Snape. He let out a sob.
"There is no hope for us..." greasy Snape said, but was interrupted.
"I will never join you!"
"If you only knew the power of the greasy side. The psychiatrist never truly helped you with your grease problem."
"She helped me enough. She told me how to wash the grease out."
"No Snape, I am you. Search your heart, you know this to be true."
"No, NOOOOOO!"
"Together we can rule the wizarding world as grease and Snape!"
"Nooooooo." Snape sunk to the ground in defeat.
Two doors down from the greasy and muddy Snapes, Ronald Weasley was facing his own problems.
"I seeee youuuuu!" Ron stared in horror at the twenty-foot spider towering over him. Suddenly when he finally found his voice, he let out a scream.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
"All I want is a huggy wuggy from my favorite Weasley!" Ron's eyes bugged out as he continued screaming. He turned around to start running, but was faced with something not as frightening as spiders, but close up there.
"Hey little boys and girls! Hehehe! Welcome to the house of terror!" Now Mickey Mouse was not a nine-foot zombie or a banshee or a relatively scary thing, but to Ron Weasley, Mickey Mouse was the worse it could get, except spiders.
Down the hall and through the right door in the world of cyberspace, Remus Lupin rocked back and forth on a rocking chair. There was defiantly something bad going to happen any minute. He rocked faster just waiting for it. Any minute... What was going on? Wasn't he going to morph into a bloodthirsty wolf or be attacked by a giant mustache? He let out a shiver. He hated mustaches. Maybe he was going to see his friends die... Still nothing came. He rocked faster, hating the anticipation, almost wishing that something bad would happen. He closed his eyes tightly and waited while rocking.
Percy, Percy was everywhere. A door down from Remus Lupin, Fred and George sat in a small room, surrounded by thousands of Percys all talking at once.
"Cauldron bottom leaks are very common when..."
"and thus the reason goblins are not to be given the same privileges as humans."
"Speaking proper English..." Fred and George both let out long and piercing screams.
Three doors down and to the left, Sirius sat on the floor with a grin on his face. The dying Lily, James, Harry and Remus let out angry sighs and they reenacted their deaths again and again. It seemed that nothing would break Sirius, even the deaths of his best friends. Suddenly he heard two voices from above.
"Lets put him in the room with Severus Snape!" Sirius let out a scream.
"No, lets send Barney on him!"
"Ooooh that always gets them!" A third voice joined the group.
"Lets send a group of fangirls on him!"
"Yeehaaa!" The walls opened up and a hundred fangirls came running in and after Sirius who was swiftly speeding away.
Two halls away in a brightly colored room, Oliver Wood sat on a cyber couch with a dead look on his face. On his leg was a giant cast and beside him was a letter.
Dear Oliver Wood,
Due to your recent quidditch accident, you are no longer going to be able to play quidditch on the Puddlemore United team. Your spot as Keeper has been filled by Marcus Flint, an excellent Keeper with skills you did not possess. We are grieved that we had to cut you lose so early in your career, but as there is no other way...
Sincerely The Puddlemore United Team
Charlie Weasley sat in a room five doors down and three staircases up from Oliver's. All around him were bunnies and fluffy woodland creatures. Behind him and singing about a prince was Snow White. Horror music played in his head. This, to him was worse then listening to Percy. A butterfly flew over and landed on his red hair... Why couldn't there be spiders?
A staircase down... Harry catches the snitch! Gryffindor wins again! Harry catches the snitch! Gryffindor wins again! Harry catches the snitch... Draco let out a howl of pain. The quidditch scene faded in front of him. He was in a desert. Flamingoes were dying all around him. He sunk to the ground and cried. In the midst of dying flamingoes, Harry stood, laughing manically.
"Noooo! Go away you flamingo killer!"
"Aw! Is poor little Draco jealous of Harry's mightiness? Harry is always going to beat Draco in everything."
"You lie!"
"Hahahaha! Now Draco, you will meet your doom with all your little flamingo friends!"
"Nooooo! Kill me, but not the flamingoes!"
"You might as well give up Draco, it's the end for you!"
Deep in the basement of cyberspace, Harry sat, chained to a wall, with dementors dancing around him. They were wearing pink and they were singing as they danced. Up on a throne, which the dementors were dancing around sat their fat, lazy king. Dudley Dursley sat on his throne, which amazing held him. Trying to not faint, Harry looked up and watched his fat cousin as if begging him to set him free. Dudley just laughed psychotically as he munched on an ice-cream sandwich.
"I hate you Bill! Why don't you just curl up and die!" On the fifteenth floor of cyberspace, Bill cowered in front of his half-veela girlfriend Fleur.
"But, what did I do Fleur!"
"Don't you ask me that you little swine!"
"But..."
Last, but well, actually least, Tom Riddle sat in a bright pink room with little children sitting beside him calling him their hero. All that needs to be said was Tom didn't like it very much.
Destiny13: Thank you! Hope you have a good laugh!
Fireblade K'Chona: (snickers evilly) More fangirls!!!! Mwahahaha!
ash vault rose garden: He can stay there for now. It serves him right!
Chapter 11...
The marauders, Harry and psychiatrist materialized in a dark, round room. A small light in the middle shone upon the doors covering the walls. Peter let out a cry and hid behind James. The psychiatrist shushed him as she approached one of the doors.
Snape ran and ran. His feet grew tired and he started tripping over them. He looked down at the floor, which was covered in mud. Realizing his new shoes were dirty, he shrieked. "Must keep running! Don't give into fangirls," he muttered to himself. There was a wall in front of him. He was cornered. With his heart pounding, he stopped and looked behind him. He was behind him. Yes, running after golden-headed Snape was greasy, smelly, dirty Snape. He let out a sob.
"There is no hope for us..." greasy Snape said, but was interrupted.
"I will never join you!"
"If you only knew the power of the greasy side. The psychiatrist never truly helped you with your grease problem."
"She helped me enough. She told me how to wash the grease out."
"No Snape, I am you. Search your heart, you know this to be true."
"No, NOOOOOO!"
"Together we can rule the wizarding world as grease and Snape!"
"Nooooooo." Snape sunk to the ground in defeat.
Two doors down from the greasy and muddy Snapes, Ronald Weasley was facing his own problems.
"I seeee youuuuu!" Ron stared in horror at the twenty-foot spider towering over him. Suddenly when he finally found his voice, he let out a scream.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
"All I want is a huggy wuggy from my favorite Weasley!" Ron's eyes bugged out as he continued screaming. He turned around to start running, but was faced with something not as frightening as spiders, but close up there.
"Hey little boys and girls! Hehehe! Welcome to the house of terror!" Now Mickey Mouse was not a nine-foot zombie or a banshee or a relatively scary thing, but to Ron Weasley, Mickey Mouse was the worse it could get, except spiders.
Down the hall and through the right door in the world of cyberspace, Remus Lupin rocked back and forth on a rocking chair. There was defiantly something bad going to happen any minute. He rocked faster just waiting for it. Any minute... What was going on? Wasn't he going to morph into a bloodthirsty wolf or be attacked by a giant mustache? He let out a shiver. He hated mustaches. Maybe he was going to see his friends die... Still nothing came. He rocked faster, hating the anticipation, almost wishing that something bad would happen. He closed his eyes tightly and waited while rocking.
Percy, Percy was everywhere. A door down from Remus Lupin, Fred and George sat in a small room, surrounded by thousands of Percys all talking at once.
"Cauldron bottom leaks are very common when..."
"and thus the reason goblins are not to be given the same privileges as humans."
"Speaking proper English..." Fred and George both let out long and piercing screams.
Three doors down and to the left, Sirius sat on the floor with a grin on his face. The dying Lily, James, Harry and Remus let out angry sighs and they reenacted their deaths again and again. It seemed that nothing would break Sirius, even the deaths of his best friends. Suddenly he heard two voices from above.
"Lets put him in the room with Severus Snape!" Sirius let out a scream.
"No, lets send Barney on him!"
"Ooooh that always gets them!" A third voice joined the group.
"Lets send a group of fangirls on him!"
"Yeehaaa!" The walls opened up and a hundred fangirls came running in and after Sirius who was swiftly speeding away.
Two halls away in a brightly colored room, Oliver Wood sat on a cyber couch with a dead look on his face. On his leg was a giant cast and beside him was a letter.
Dear Oliver Wood,
Due to your recent quidditch accident, you are no longer going to be able to play quidditch on the Puddlemore United team. Your spot as Keeper has been filled by Marcus Flint, an excellent Keeper with skills you did not possess. We are grieved that we had to cut you lose so early in your career, but as there is no other way...
Sincerely The Puddlemore United Team
Charlie Weasley sat in a room five doors down and three staircases up from Oliver's. All around him were bunnies and fluffy woodland creatures. Behind him and singing about a prince was Snow White. Horror music played in his head. This, to him was worse then listening to Percy. A butterfly flew over and landed on his red hair... Why couldn't there be spiders?
A staircase down... Harry catches the snitch! Gryffindor wins again! Harry catches the snitch! Gryffindor wins again! Harry catches the snitch... Draco let out a howl of pain. The quidditch scene faded in front of him. He was in a desert. Flamingoes were dying all around him. He sunk to the ground and cried. In the midst of dying flamingoes, Harry stood, laughing manically.
"Noooo! Go away you flamingo killer!"
"Aw! Is poor little Draco jealous of Harry's mightiness? Harry is always going to beat Draco in everything."
"You lie!"
"Hahahaha! Now Draco, you will meet your doom with all your little flamingo friends!"
"Nooooo! Kill me, but not the flamingoes!"
"You might as well give up Draco, it's the end for you!"
Deep in the basement of cyberspace, Harry sat, chained to a wall, with dementors dancing around him. They were wearing pink and they were singing as they danced. Up on a throne, which the dementors were dancing around sat their fat, lazy king. Dudley Dursley sat on his throne, which amazing held him. Trying to not faint, Harry looked up and watched his fat cousin as if begging him to set him free. Dudley just laughed psychotically as he munched on an ice-cream sandwich.
"I hate you Bill! Why don't you just curl up and die!" On the fifteenth floor of cyberspace, Bill cowered in front of his half-veela girlfriend Fleur.
"But, what did I do Fleur!"
"Don't you ask me that you little swine!"
"But..."
Last, but well, actually least, Tom Riddle sat in a bright pink room with little children sitting beside him calling him their hero. All that needs to be said was Tom didn't like it very much.