Harry Potter 8: The Aftermath
Ch. 3: An Assignment for Harry
By: psychobutt31323
(Max and Thomas)

Thomas: I'm all out of breath, but we just got away. Max: Yeah. I agree on both of your statements. Oh, hey guys and gals!!! We didn't get to thank our reviewers last chap, so here goes. Mucho Grande (I gotta get outta this Spanish vibe!!!! Oh well!) thanks to pinkmooseofdoom (our first reviewer ever), CrystalShadow (sorry about the screw-up in the e-mail, cuz this is our first fanfic and we're new to this stuff), sleepysword (Max: I agree. I respect them too. Thomas: I don't. Just kidding!!), me mr chao (I'm RANDOM!!! LOL!!!), and luvin it (did you get your penname from the McDonalds commercial? LOL!!! No, really, did you???). You people are the BOMB at motivating authors. If anyone else reviewed and wasn't mentioned, we're WAY sorry. We must have posted before we read your review (I try to read them every day!!!). Now I'll stop with my insignificant rambling (jk!! Rambling about our reviewers is definetly not insignificant!! LOL!!!) and let the story CONTINUE!!!! Dang! Same ending as last chapter... I have to think of something else to say... Thomas: Uhhhhhhhh...

Harry bolted into a lift and stabbed at the # "2" button repeatedly, muttering, "C'mon, c'mon!!!" The grille finally slid shut and up he went. Harry was still jabbing at the button when the door slid open at the 7th floor (Department of Magical Games and Sports), still jabbing at level 6 (Department of Magical Transport), but he gave up trying to make the lift go faster at the 5th floor (Department of International Magical Cooperation). He finally reached the 2nd floor, with 2 minutes to spare. Harry charged down a hallway, around a corner, and through a pair of heavy oak doors. Harry had just sat in his desk chair in his cubicle (it looked like any other cubicle: stacks of paper, photos of Cho waving happily at him and a poster for the Tutshill Tornados) when the clock struck 7. He was just in time. Suddenly, a pale purple piece of paper (Thomas: P-P-P-P-P- P!!!! Max: LOL!!! Hey! I got an idea!! Thomas: What? Max: Let's just say the idea would work better if you didn't know! Thomas: I don't like where this is going...!) folded in the shape of a paper airplane and bearing Ministry of Magic stamped in gold lettering on the side, poped into Harry's work place and landed on a pile of paper, making it wobble precociously. (Thomas: QUIT IT WITH THE P'S!!!!!!!!! I knew I wouldn't like this idea!! Max: LOL!!!!! That was HILARIOUS!!! I'm laughing so hard, I'm cryin' !!!). Harry held the stack still as he picked the memo off the top. He opened it up and read,

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
Please report to the Auror HQ for an assignment.
Sincerely,
Bob and Joe Ocsabat
Chief Aurors

"YES!!!", screamed Harry inwardly. He hadn't had an assignment since last week. He jumped out of his chair and started walking down the hallway towards the doors when something stopped him. Max: I'm evil, aren't I! Mwah hah hah hah hah hah!!! Thomas: Oh, yes!!! You reek of evil!!! You scream evil!!! You are the epitome of... Max: ALRIGHT!!!! Anyway, do you have anything on the "new entries to a chapter" front, cuz I'm drawing a blank. Thomas: Ummmm......nope!!! I got nothing. Oh!!! I got it!! How 'bout... Max: Don't scream it while the readers are listening!!! Whisper it in my ear!!! Thomas: O.K.!!! Geez!!! whispers in Max's ear Max: "That's bloody brilliant!!!" as Ron would say. Make sure to review or we might discontinue this story...well, no. I'm not that evil. (P.S: Ocsabat is pronounced "Oak-sa-bat" and The Ocsabat Brothers are dedicated to Jorin, A.K.A me mr chao, that random, tobasco shirt wearing friend of ours. Also, for a clue to where we got Bob and Joe's last name, spell tobasco backwards!!!)