A/N umm, sorry it took so long to update.. but what with masses of essays
to write, exams, musical rehursals everyday, school camp, and a 10 day long
holiday away from a computer, there hasn't really been much time to
actually sit down and write this. Something i forgot to mention, this story
is dedicated to my good friend HappySnakesRule, who, incidently, was the
original creator of the happy snakes.
Disclaimer: i do not own harry potter. i also do not own the happy snakes, just incase HappySnakesRule decided to sue me.
Chapter 2 The S.W.S
Harry Potter woke up, extremely cold, lying at the edge of the forbidden forest. He moaned and attempted to stand up, but tripped on a root and landed face down in the mud.
"ooooowwwwww...."
Slowly, Harry crawled back over to the castle, where he found the invisibility cloak lying where he'd left it earlier. Slipping it on, he made his way back to Gryffindor common room, and up into his bed.
5 minutes later, Ron threw a pillow at him yelling to get up.
"GET UP!!!"
"Go away.." Harry groaned, rolling over.
"GET UP!!"
"Okay okay..."
He rolled over, and promptly fell out of bed. Ron laughed, and shook his head. Harry slowly stood up, straigtening his glasses, and peered up at me.
"Ron, dont look now, but there's a bat hanging from my bed." Ron laughed again.
"Of course there's a bat there, hadn't you noticed? He's been there for ages."
Harry frowned, and squinted at me, then sat down again and sighed. Ron was walking to the door.
"Bloody 'ell, I'm so hungry! I wonder what's for breakfast. Harry did you do your..."
He paused, realising that Harry hadn't followed him down the stairs. Muttering under his breath, he walked back up to the dormitory, to find that Harry had fallen asleep again on the floor.
After much kicking and moaning, Ron finally managed to get Harry down to the Great Hall for breakfast. With a woosh, hundreds of owls flew in to deliver the morning mail, several of which accidentally flew into the side of the castle. As their owners ran to retrieve them, Hedwig flew over to the Griffindor table and dropped a note onto a pile of crumpets. Ron grabbed it.
"Blimey, Harry! You've got mail." He said, turning around and poking Harry, who'd fallen asleep on his toast.
"Mail? Where? Is it from Hagrid?"
"I dont think so." Ron replied, examining the note. "Here." Harry took it. It appeared to be a blank piece of paper.
"What the..." Suddenly, silver writing started to appear.
WELCOME TO THE SWS
"The SWS?" Ron read. "What's that supposed to mean?" Mystified, Harry shook his head.
"Well well well, if it isn't the famous Harry Potter, and his sidekick Weasly."
Came a drawling voice. Harry looked up to see his arch nemisis Draco Malfoy standing over him, with a sneer on his face. Ron burst out laughing.
"What's so funny weasel?" Came this hiss.
"Your.. your.....face...its... your face is....look at his face Harry."
Ron shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. Harry stared at Malfoy. His face was covered with large purple boils.
"It's not funny, weasly. It just so happens that i'm allergic to a certain cream Madam Pomfrey used on me." Malfoy said, slightly flustered.
"And why were you in the infirmary, Malfoy?" Ron asked, interested.
"It's really none of your business!" He snapped, glaring at Ron who was slightly hysterical.
There was a loud THUMP as Harry fell of his chair and began to snore.
Disclaimer: i do not own harry potter. i also do not own the happy snakes, just incase HappySnakesRule decided to sue me.
Chapter 2 The S.W.S
Harry Potter woke up, extremely cold, lying at the edge of the forbidden forest. He moaned and attempted to stand up, but tripped on a root and landed face down in the mud.
"ooooowwwwww...."
Slowly, Harry crawled back over to the castle, where he found the invisibility cloak lying where he'd left it earlier. Slipping it on, he made his way back to Gryffindor common room, and up into his bed.
5 minutes later, Ron threw a pillow at him yelling to get up.
"GET UP!!!"
"Go away.." Harry groaned, rolling over.
"GET UP!!"
"Okay okay..."
He rolled over, and promptly fell out of bed. Ron laughed, and shook his head. Harry slowly stood up, straigtening his glasses, and peered up at me.
"Ron, dont look now, but there's a bat hanging from my bed." Ron laughed again.
"Of course there's a bat there, hadn't you noticed? He's been there for ages."
Harry frowned, and squinted at me, then sat down again and sighed. Ron was walking to the door.
"Bloody 'ell, I'm so hungry! I wonder what's for breakfast. Harry did you do your..."
He paused, realising that Harry hadn't followed him down the stairs. Muttering under his breath, he walked back up to the dormitory, to find that Harry had fallen asleep again on the floor.
After much kicking and moaning, Ron finally managed to get Harry down to the Great Hall for breakfast. With a woosh, hundreds of owls flew in to deliver the morning mail, several of which accidentally flew into the side of the castle. As their owners ran to retrieve them, Hedwig flew over to the Griffindor table and dropped a note onto a pile of crumpets. Ron grabbed it.
"Blimey, Harry! You've got mail." He said, turning around and poking Harry, who'd fallen asleep on his toast.
"Mail? Where? Is it from Hagrid?"
"I dont think so." Ron replied, examining the note. "Here." Harry took it. It appeared to be a blank piece of paper.
"What the..." Suddenly, silver writing started to appear.
WELCOME TO THE SWS
"The SWS?" Ron read. "What's that supposed to mean?" Mystified, Harry shook his head.
"Well well well, if it isn't the famous Harry Potter, and his sidekick Weasly."
Came a drawling voice. Harry looked up to see his arch nemisis Draco Malfoy standing over him, with a sneer on his face. Ron burst out laughing.
"What's so funny weasel?" Came this hiss.
"Your.. your.....face...its... your face is....look at his face Harry."
Ron shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. Harry stared at Malfoy. His face was covered with large purple boils.
"It's not funny, weasly. It just so happens that i'm allergic to a certain cream Madam Pomfrey used on me." Malfoy said, slightly flustered.
"And why were you in the infirmary, Malfoy?" Ron asked, interested.
"It's really none of your business!" He snapped, glaring at Ron who was slightly hysterical.
There was a loud THUMP as Harry fell of his chair and began to snore.