A Travel Through Time: Kidnap= Baseball?
Baseball. I am not a baseball fan, nor do I play baseball. I don't know a single thing about baseball except homeruns and diamonds and those basic stuff anyone knows. Well, enjoy. This chapter rates humor/suspense. (Actually, suspense isn't the evil stuff, but the, you know, surprise suspense's^^) And this is the longest yet! It's at least longer then the others ^^; Well, why am I blabbering? Read and review!
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Harry yawned. It was boring. Even if the Deatheaters were active, it was still boring. Life was dull.
"Yo Harry, what'cha doing?"
Harry turned around and faced Sirius. "I'm bored." He replied simply.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Really? Amazing, you know, how the DADA teacher can get so bored. What about the lesson plans?"
"Finished it yesterday."
"Grade the essays?"
"Done."
"Lesson plans for the assistant?"
"Done with the lesson plan."
"Prank the Slytherins?"
"Di- What?"
Harry stopped and glared at Sirius. "Sirius, we are TEACHERS, for goodness sake, not STUDENTS. Were supposed to teach them, not encourage them to prank others! Even if it is a good idea-"
Sirius snickered. "See, you just admitted it."
"Shut up, you. Anyway, we are full grown grownups, and we are to make an example of the students!"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You're bored, right? And if you are SO against pranking, let's go raid the kitchens."
Harry's ears perked up. "Really? Let's go! I just felt like an éclair."
"Ah, the wonder of food."
"Shut up."
"After, I have something to do at the Gryffindor common room."
"Sure, Sirius."
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The seventh year Gryffindors were currently discussing their DADA class at the common room.
"Isn't Professor Granger just awesome? I mean, he got us calling Voldemort the Dork Lord and Voldie! I just realized how stupid we were calling Voldie you-know-who all along." Frank said, twirling his quill between his fingers as he thought up of his potions essay.
"And he's so cute, too. He must be only about 4 or 5 years older then me. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have him as your boyfriend?" Hestia sighed.
James glared at all of them, crossing his arms. "He's bad news, trust me. I -saw- that scum Obliviate Sirius! And no doubt he Obliviated Remus and Peter, because they don't remember the time we took him to Dumbledores office!"
Remus retorted back, "You don't have -proof-! Professor Granger is the coolest teacher we had yet! And remember Professor Kubo? And how he released those fireworks? I'd say those two are a grownup pranker!"
Suddenly, Sirius gave a yell and stood up. All faces turned towards him. "What?" they echoed.
"WE FORGOT TO PRANK HIM -AGAIN-!"
They crowd groaned and went back to their homework.
"Sirius, he'll be a tricky one. And remember what Professor Granger made Professor Kubo do? He made him write on the blackboard the muggle way!" Peter exclaimed.
"Yeah, whatever, that just makes it more fun."
SPLASH!
The crowds were in chaos as a huge, cold colorful waterfall (paintfall?) appeared out of nowhere on top of them.
"SOMEONE STOP THE PAINT!" Lily screamed, but the paint continued falling and everyone was running around the room, screaming and trying to find a dry stop.
"SILENCE!"
There was immediate silence as the water stopped.
Harry stood there, his wand drawn. "Simon, come out. I know you're there." He said in a low, dangerous voice.
"Ah ha!" Harry yelled and zapped somewhere beneath the sofa. There was a small squeal, and a single arm appeared.
"SIMON! Have I not made it clear that I don't want you pranking the Gryffindors? They'll all get a cold!"
Simone slowly got out of his hiding spot and gave Harry a sheepish smile. "Cool, Harry, cool. It was just a prank!"
"JUST A PRANK?" Harry bellowed. "LOOK AT THE COMMON ROOM, FOR GOODNESS SAKES!"
Simon gulped and looked around. The common room was dyed in many colors, including the carpet, sofa, and a few grumbling portraits.
"As a punishment, I want you to-"
"What in the world has happened here?"
Everyone froze as McGonagall appeared in the common room.
"What did you do? Have a party? Someone tell me what happened!" She snarled.
Simon gave a small eep and edged towards the entrance.
"STOP RIGHT THERE, MISTER!" Harry screamed at Simon.
Simon froze like a thief caught in the lights. Then, he said in a very small voice, "I'm sorry."
Then he took off the common room.
"STOP! I ORDER YOU TO STOP, MORON!"
Harry took off after Sirius, swearing and waving his wand.
McGonagall looked lost. "What happened?"
All of them were more then glad to explain the situation.
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The next day, the Marauders decided to pay a visit to their professor Kubo.
"Hey Professor, how're you doing?"
Sirius was in the hospital wing, after being chased and hunted down by Harry, Harry had had a huge tantrum, and Harry's weren't good. Even if you concentrated really hard on self-control, or magic control, it didn't work. Because of Harry's huge amount of magic, Harry's tantrums were extremely dangerous. And it didn't help at all that Harry had a short temper. He got touchy with the smallest things, like not listening to his orders.
And Sirius just had the luck to experience one.
Sirius had been running for his life, since he knew Harry was no Nightingale with a wand and an angry mind.
"SIRIUS! COME BACK! YOU WILL PAY!"
Sirius eeped some more and dived behind a suit of Armour.
Harry stopped, looked around, and began shaking.
"SIRIUS- YOU- ARROGANT- STUPID- DAMN- *******- DOG!!!" Slowly, the floor began shaking and Sirius soon lost his balance and was on his butt.
"What-?"
KABOOM
The whole hallway was blasted away, leaving it crisp and black. A few paintings on the wall (that survived Harry's explosion, of course,) were blinking and looking extremely bewildered. Sirius was also crisp and black, and he was buried in a pile of suits of Armours, paintings, and a few pieces of the ceilings and- ah- walls.
Harry's mind returned. "Huh? Oops. I did it again. I don't know why I have to do these things when I lose my temper. Why did I again? Oh- no, please-"
Harry began searching through the rubbish pile, and soon found the black Sirius. "Ah- Sirius- let me escort you to the, er, Hospital Wing."
Sirius could only meekly nod before he hung his arms around Harry's neck and slowly walked towards the Hospital Wing.
It wasn't a pleasant experience. Oh no, not at all.
Now he faced the Marauders. "I'm doing fine, what do you want?" he asked them.
"Dude, what happened?" Sirius asked curiously, eyeing Simon's casts and bruises.
"Ah- well- nothing much. Just experienced a few- ah- earthquakes."
"Funny, did we have a earthquake yesterday?" Remus asked.
Simon sweat dropped. "Ah- well, never mind, never mind. It doesn't matter." He said hurriedly.
"Well, hope you get well soon, 'cause you're the best teacher we could get apart from Professor Granger. Here's some Chocolate Frogs we bought you." Sirius said, and set it onto the bed stand. "Hope you enjoy them!"
The four quickly walked out.
After Sirius was sure they were gone, he grabbed the Chocolate Frogs, opened it and took one out.
"Clever . . ." he murmured, examining the Chocolate Frog. "A candy with an engorgement charm on it so my head would swell . . ."
He took out another one. "And this . . . Causes sever headaches. No way am I going to eat these." He muttered, tossing the bags aside.
Just then, Harry entered. "Hi Sirius. Sorry about that yesterday." Harry apologized, and then set a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans on the bed stand beside the Chocolate Frogs.
"Here. A get-well gift. Eat up, ok?" Harry said.
"I've got things to do. Hope you get well." Harry hurriedly left.
Sirius eyed the Beans mistrustfully. Then, he grabbed them, took one out, and studied it.
"Harry, you have the same mind as the Marauders." He muttered, and tossed the bag aside as well.
Then, Frank Longbottom and a few others entered, holding a bag of mince pies.
"Here, Molly made them. We want you to get well soon, Professor Kubo." They echoed.
"Thanks." He said awkwardly, and the others left.
He cautiously took out an innocent looking mince pie, studied it, before groaning. "ANOTHER pranked get-well gift. Why do they all fell like pranking me-?"
Professor McGonagall entered with a bag of éclairs and creampuffs. "Not again," Sirius moaned, and sunk deeper into his pillow.
"Simon, after the paintfall incident, I decided to forgive you. Now, here's a get-well gift. I hope you get well soon, because we'll be needing Professor in class, not in the Hospital Wing."
Simon nodded meekly, said a small Thank you, and took the bag.
Professor McGonagall nodded and left.
Simon peeked into the bag. They looked so lovely. He took one out, muttered something, and then groaned. It was made to turn him into a ferret. McGonagall must hate me, he thought, throwing out the bag. Why did everyone have to give him tasty looking pranked get-well gifts? He really wished they would stop giving him get-well presents. And why did everyone have the same mind?
Then, Lily Evans and Hestia Jones and Tonks entered with a wrapped gift.
Sirius groaned again. "Please no- what do you have now? A teeth melter treat? An ear-swelling treat? Or maybe a sore throat treat?"
The three blushed. "We made some cookies. We thought you'd like them."
They all rushed out with a red face.
"I see they've got me another killer gift." He muttered.
"Why do they all have the same minds?"
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James was lying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
'I am a living that doesn't belong here, and my name is not to be remembered'
Harry's words echoed through his mind. He couldn't get it out.
Why, why, WHY?
Why didn't he belong here?
It was driving him insane.
He saw an unfamiliar book lying on his bed stand. Curious, he reached out and touched the book-
Suddenly, he felt someone pull him into pure darkness.
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James woke up, to find himself lying in a cell. He shivered. It was cold, and he didn't like the air around him.
There were two bulky men standing by his cell.
Chips and Loafers were guarding James cell.
Chips and Loafers were Lucious' servants. But they were both extremely bulky and extremely stupid. That was one of the reasons why Lucious' took them in. They didn't that what they were doing was illegal; they couldn't read anything, even. Of course, Lucious' had them take examinations, which was on how they would crack the walnut.
Chips had cracked it with his knuckles.
Loafers had grabbed the examinator's head and banged his head onto the walnut.
Both were hired to Lucious' stupid servants; disposable, but useful in some ways.
So, taking advantage of their stupidity, Lucious' had made them run errands, guard gates, and beat up some people for fun. They didn't have an ounce of magic (why should they, when they couldn't read a Hogwarts letter?) so that was a bit of a minus for Lucious', but he managed.
"Hey Loafers, do you know why I'm called Chips?" Chips said.
"Chips?" Loafers looked extremely confused.
"Duh, it's because I eat like Chips!" He said, taking out a handful of chips for his pocket and stuffing them into his mouth.
"Then do you know why I'm called Loafers?" he demanded, looking not very pleased.
Chips looked a bit confused. "Because you like bread?"
James couldn't help but snicker.
"No, you stupid guy, that's loafs. I'm called Loafers 'cause I wear loafers." He said, puffing his chest with pride and showing off his loafers.
Chips frowned. "I am -not- stupid. 'Cause master called you stupid!"
"Me? No, he was calling you stupid!"
"No, you!"
"You!"
"You!"
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Loafers picked up his phone and answered. "Yes?"
"Do you have the boy?" came the cold voice of Lucious Malfoy.
"Yes sir. Sleeping like a baby. Would you like him delivered, sir?" Loafers asked eagerly.
"Ah- very good. You must have a pay raise of one galleon per week. Now, just make sure you keep the boy safe."
"Yes sir. Keep the boy safe. Got it, sir."
Loafers cut the phone with a goofy grin.
"Master just called. He said we would get a pay raise of ONE GALLEON!"
James raised an eyebrow. That was less then his allowance. And these guys were happy? They must be really stupid, he thought.
"How many Barney videos can we buy?"
There was a momentary silence as both men counted their fingers.
James had to stifle his laughter. He'd heard of Barney videos before. It was a muggle TV show for preschoolers.
"That's . . .," Loafers said. "A lot." He finished lamely, and then they looked at each other before grinning and punching each other's arms.
James couldn't help himself. He rolled onto the floor and began laughing his head off.
The two looked at each other. "He's awake. We should call Master."
"How?"
"Press the red button on the phone."
Loafers picked up the phone and pressed the red button.
"I hope this is important." Came Lucious' voice.
"Victims awake, sir." Loafers replied obediently.
"Really? Good, good. Take him to the elevators. It's C-V5. Got me?"
"Yes sir."
The elevators were like the muggle elevators, except it transported you to a certain place instead of just the 10th floor or something.
"Take him to the elevators, Chips." Loafers ordered.
Loafers and Chips grabbed James under his armpit and lugged him out before he could react.
Wandless magic, he thought desperately, but it was useless without his hand pointing at the guards.
They heaved him onto a metal box thingy and typed in C-V5.
"Please state your name and the reason why you are here." A voice said.
"Loafers, taking in James Potter." Loafers said to the mike, as the elevator suddenly jolted as soon as he said it.
After 3 minutes, the elevator stopped shaking and the door slid open.
"Welcome to C-V5. Thank you for using the elevator. Please come back again."
The three left the elevator, and they were now at a dark place.
Loafers and Chips, lugging James, walked towards a guard who was obviously a deatheater.
"Chips and Loafers, taking in James Potter." Loafers said clearly.
The deatheater turned around, sneered, and grabbed James roughly.
James was too scared to make a sound.
"Off you go. Go back to Lucious."
"Yes, sir." They replied, and headed towards the elevator.
"Now . . ." The deatheater said menacingly.
James squeaked.
The deatheater opened a nearby cell and threw him in.
"Be a good boy and don't make a racket."
James squeaked again.
The deatheater left, leaving James alone in a dark, cold cell.
"Alohamora!" James muttered, pointing to the cell lock, but it didn't budge.
He groaned. His wandless magic had left him right then! Oh, his luck. They were probably going to kill him.
He lay down on the ground, staring at the ceiling. The quiet was perfect for sorting out his sorts. It wasn't the best place, but since he was stuck here, he might as well make the best of it.
Why did they kidnap him?
After a few moments thinking up of possibilities, the reason struck him.
Professor Granger!
Or Harry Potter. Whatever. That HAD to be the reason. Harry Potter was part of the Deatheaters (possibly you-know-who's second hand man) and since James saw him Obliviate Sirius, they needed to kill him so he wouldn't go blabbering to Dumbledore.
Wait.
WHY didn't he go to Dumbledore?
It was a simple question. Why? Oh, he was so stupid. He should have told Dumbledore immediately. Now, because of his idiocy he was going to be killed.
The cell creaked and a deatheater stood outside the cell.
"Stand up, you fool!" he snarled.
James scrambled up and shivered. It was colder.
He felt invisible bonds tie him as the deatheater floated him towards the other cell.
James was panicking. Oh god, they must be taking him you-know-who! Merlin, help me, he thought.
Suddenly, he was slammed onto the floor, still tied up in invisible bonds, and there was a bang of a door bring closed.
He brought his head up, looking around him. It was another cell, except the cell was made of metal, and there was no handle on the door.
James tried to get up, but he was well tied.
He was desperate. Oh, Merlin. He was -so- dead. He would never be able to prank Snape or the Slytherins, see his parents, open his Christmas presents, or marry someone and have a baby. What were they going to do to him? Torture him and have fun before killing him? Or just making him insane by the cruciatus curse?
Good-bye, mom and dad. I hope you live long. Good-bye, Sirius, prank Snape for me a lot. Good bye, my broom, I hope you get into good hands. Good-bye, everyone.
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"Hey, Prongs! Quidditch practice!"
Sirius stormed up to the boys' dormitories, hoping to find James there. If James were still asleep, they'd have to hurry. Wood had arranged morning practice, starting at 6 a.m.
"Huh?" he wasn't there. Maybe he was at the pitch already.
Sirius turned around and ran towards the Quidditch pitch.
"Black! You're late! And where's that damn Potter?" Quidditch captain Wood said.
Sirius looked lost. "I went looking for him, but he wasn't there, so I thought he came here already."
"That's where you're wrong, Black. Never mind, I'll go lecture Potter later. Everyone ready?"
Sirius mounted his broom and began warding off the Bludgers, all the time wondering where James was.
After practice, Sirius rushed towards the dorms again. "James! Where were you? Wood was-"
He wasn't there.
Sirius knew that something was wrong. James wouldn't just disappear, let alone miss a Quidditch practice.
He stalked towards James trunk and began digging inside.
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good!"
Sirius' eyes widened when he saw the map. James wasn't there.
He panicked. Where in the world could he be? He couldn't be in Hogsmeade, because James would never go to Hogsmeade when he was supposed to be at practice. Then-
Sirius rushed out the common room, running towards Dumbledores office.
"Oof!"
Sirius bumped into someone. "What?"
He looked up. "Professor Granger?"
"Mr. Black, what are you doing running?"
"James, sir, James! He's gone! He's nowhere in the castle!"
To his surprise, Professor Granger looked amused. "Really? And I suppose he isn't at Hogsmeade or the Kitchens, eh? So you think he was abducted by the Deatheaters, right?"
Sirius looked at him, lost. "How?"
Professor Granger smiled mysteriously, and then he conjured up a quill and parchment. He began to write onto the parchment, and then handed it to him.
"Take this to Professor Dumbledore. The password is Jelly Beans. Go."
Sirius, giving Harry one last puzzled look, nodded and rushed towards the headmaster's office.
He heard a crack behind, and when he turned around, Harry wasn't there.
Sirius slowly opened up the parchment and read.
'Professor Dumbledore,
James has been kidnapped by the Deatheaters. I'm going to go bring him back. Don't worry; you don't have to worry about the lessons. Hopefully, I'll be back by class.
Harry Granger'
Sirius stared at the parchment in shock. Professor Granger was planning to take on the Deatheaters on his own? He was mad. But he had probably already left-
He groaned. How was he going to explain it to Dumbledore?
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Just as he was losing hope, there was a crack.
James turned his head to see Professor Granger sniffing and dusting himself.
"H-Harry Potter?" James hissed.
"Oh, James. You're tied up? Sheesh, how those Deatheaters treat minors," He said, sniffing and untying James with a swish of his wand.
James slowly stood up. "Are you guys going to kill me now?"
Harry snorted. "That's a good joke, James. Anyway, we have to get back soon. I have a class to teach. And I'm hungry."
James stared at him hard. "Oh, I suppose you want to kill me quick, so you can get back to the castle and act like you didn't have any part in my kidnapping, huh? Well, you're wrong! Sirius will notice the both of us missing, and will tell Dumbledore! So there!"
"James, you're misunderstanding me. I already told Dumbledore I was going to rescue you, hopefully before class starts."
James was puzzled. "Aren't you going to kill me?"
"No, of course not? Who in the right mind would kill their own fa-"
He stopped, realizing what he almost said.
"Fa?"
"Nothing. Anyway, we still have thirty minutes until breakfast. What do you say we have fun?"
"Torture me, you mean." James said dully.
"Gosh, when will you realize I am -not- a deatheater, for Merlin's sake!" Harry retorted.
"You are." James deadpanned.
They heard footsteps. James groaned. More deatheaters who wanted to have 'fun' with him.
"Ooh! Ickle fritsies!" Harry gushed, and cackled evilly.
James stared at Harry like he was mad. "Ickle fritsies?"
"Here they come!" Harry said.
James turned around. Two deatheaters with their wands drawn out. This was NOT good.
Great. Three Deatheaters were waiting to torture him.
"Hey, James, what do you want? A muggle NBA or a Soccer World cup or baseball? A Disco Ball? Or perhaps an Aaron Carter concert?" Harry asked him cheerily.
James stared at him blankly. "Huh?"
"I feel like watching muggle baseball, don't you think? I've always wanted to see Matsui live."
Who was Matsui?
Suddenly, he felt his feet leave the ground, and there was a huge blast of cheering. He looked around; the cell he had been in had disappeared. Wait- he'd learned about these in Muggle studies. When he looked closer, he found that the cell had expanded to an unbelievable size, and a huge baseball stadium, complete with the players, the crowds, and the hotdog seller.
"WHAT THE HELL?" James screamed.
"GO YANKEES! SQUISH 'EM! BEAT 'EM! GO!" Harry screamed.
"GO GO MATSUI, GO GO MATSUI!"
"GO DODGERS! GO! BEAT THOSE YANKEES!"
"Hotdogs, hotdogs, cheap and fresh! Get your hotdogs!"
The deatheaters were howling.
James tugged on Harry's sleeves. "What?" Harry asked, craning his neck.
"Where are we?"
"In your cell, of course. GO, SLIDE INTO SECOND PLATE!" Harry yelled.
Oh, man. His professor was a muggle baseball freak. And a wizard able to transport a whole place to a small, puny cell. And a deatheater. But now, he wasn't really sure about that. Seeing in how he was a muggle baseball fan, of course.
Suddenly, he saw the two Deatheaters charging at Professor Granger with their wands drawn.
James froze. Professor was going to be hurt-!
"Professor, turn around-"
He didn't turn around.
Oh dear, he thought, his only hope of getting out of this baseball stadium was going down.
But, to his surprise, the moment the Deatheaters were about to grab his neck, Harry turned around, grabbed both of them by their wastes and through them across the stands.
There were huge gasps from the stadium as the watchers snickered and pointed at the flying Deatheaters.
THWACK!
"HOMERUN!"
SMACK!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The crowd screamed hysterically as homerun ball hit the deatheaters right in the face and bounced off to the other end of that stands.
Everyone scrambled to get the ball.
James was simply gawking at the Deatheaters who were slowly falling towards the section where they were filming the match for news and sports channels. They were currently filming Matsui who was running around the diamond, who had just hit a homerun.
"HEADS UP!" Harry yelled at the filming people, but too late. The Deatheaters landed right on two cameras and four filmers.
All the videos that had survived it turned towards the dog pile, and now the crowd was yelling and pointing at the dog pile.
"What's that?"
"The god sent people in cloaks from the sky!"
"Maybe that's god! He came to discipline us from watching too much baseball."
"Look, daddy, superman!"
"Now, honey, there's no superman."
"But daddy . . . They have capes, and they were flying!"
"Devils! God had sent us devils!"
"I know! They must be those thieves who stole that jewelry!"
"Where's the bomb?"
"It's a new kind of bird- Bird who look like human!"
"Look, isn't that George W. Bush?"
"Quick, dear, get the camera!"
"Oh yeah! I'm going to send this to World's Funniest Home Videos!"
James groaned. Superman? Thieves? Devils? They were in huge trouble.
Harry, on the other hand, was laughing so hard tears were running down his face.
"PROFESSOR! How can you laugh at a time like this? Were in huge trouble!" James exclaimed.
Harry wiped away a tear, and said between laughs, "Oh- *gasp*- no, James- *gasp*- this is- *gasp*- normal! Voldie should be- *gasp*- furious- *gasp*- this is- *gasp*- fun!"
James gawked at him. "Why can you be so careless at a time like this?"
"Look, James, I think you need a hotdog and a coke. Hey, over here, hotdog man! Two hotdogs and a coke and a sprite."
"Yes sir. 4 dollars, sir."
Harry fished inside his pocket and handed four bucks to the hotdog man as the hotdog man gave him the hotdogs and drinks.
He sipped on his sprite and handed James a hotdog and a coke. "Here, eat up."
Suddenly, he took a look at his watch, and gasped. "Oh no, we missed breakfast! We should get going!"
Harry grabbed James' wrists and said, "Let's go home."
First, he swished his wand and the baseball stadium disappeared along with the deatheaters.
They heard footsteps, which obviously belonged to deatheaters. Three appeared, and pointed their wands at them. "Stop and drop your wand." One sneered.
Harry smiled charmingly and said, "It was fun while it lasted. Good-bye!"
They both disappeared.
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Dumbledore had called a staff meeting at his office, looking grave.
Right now, two were missing- Simon and Harry.
"I have grave news-"
Simon entered, gasping. "Sorry, I was late. I couldn't find Harry. Anyone has seen him?"
Everyone shook their head as Dumbledore looked graver then ever.
"I am afraid we may never see Harry Granger again."
Everyone gasped.
Simon gawked.
"WHY?" Simon demanded.
"Alas, he has sent me a note by Sirius Black, stating that James Potter had been kidnapped, and that he was going to go rescue him."
There were gasps, and even some began crying.
Simon, however, looked amused. "I feel sorry for them."
"Yes, Mr. Granger and Mr. Potter are in grave danger."
"Oh no, you misunderstand me, Professor."
Dumbledore looked puzzled. "What ever do you mean?"
"I feel sorry for the Deatheaters."
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"I have news for everyone." Dumbledore announced at breakfast.
There were murmurs as they glanced at Dumbledore.
Even with Simon's reassurance, Dumbledore knew that they would never see them again. No one survived after they were kidnapped.
"I am afraid that James Potter and our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Harry Granger, has been kidnapped by the Deatheaters." He said gravely.
There were gasps. Some began crying hysterically. Some looked lost and scared.
"But, we shall never forget them, for the had probably died nobly, staying at the light side, fighting against them."
Suddenly, the door banged open and Harry and James entered.
"Who died?"
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HAHA! It was long! Yeah! And I'm not a Matsui or Yankees fan, I just know Matsui and Ichiro, and I don't know any others so I just used him. Well, seems like Harry had lots of fun, too. You'll find out the first thing Harry did to the Deatheaters in the next chapter! (the 'things' refer to, you know, like how Harry transferred the baseball stadium to the cell) Please review and tell me what you think!
Baseball. I am not a baseball fan, nor do I play baseball. I don't know a single thing about baseball except homeruns and diamonds and those basic stuff anyone knows. Well, enjoy. This chapter rates humor/suspense. (Actually, suspense isn't the evil stuff, but the, you know, surprise suspense's^^) And this is the longest yet! It's at least longer then the others ^^; Well, why am I blabbering? Read and review!
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Harry yawned. It was boring. Even if the Deatheaters were active, it was still boring. Life was dull.
"Yo Harry, what'cha doing?"
Harry turned around and faced Sirius. "I'm bored." He replied simply.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Really? Amazing, you know, how the DADA teacher can get so bored. What about the lesson plans?"
"Finished it yesterday."
"Grade the essays?"
"Done."
"Lesson plans for the assistant?"
"Done with the lesson plan."
"Prank the Slytherins?"
"Di- What?"
Harry stopped and glared at Sirius. "Sirius, we are TEACHERS, for goodness sake, not STUDENTS. Were supposed to teach them, not encourage them to prank others! Even if it is a good idea-"
Sirius snickered. "See, you just admitted it."
"Shut up, you. Anyway, we are full grown grownups, and we are to make an example of the students!"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You're bored, right? And if you are SO against pranking, let's go raid the kitchens."
Harry's ears perked up. "Really? Let's go! I just felt like an éclair."
"Ah, the wonder of food."
"Shut up."
"After, I have something to do at the Gryffindor common room."
"Sure, Sirius."
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The seventh year Gryffindors were currently discussing their DADA class at the common room.
"Isn't Professor Granger just awesome? I mean, he got us calling Voldemort the Dork Lord and Voldie! I just realized how stupid we were calling Voldie you-know-who all along." Frank said, twirling his quill between his fingers as he thought up of his potions essay.
"And he's so cute, too. He must be only about 4 or 5 years older then me. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have him as your boyfriend?" Hestia sighed.
James glared at all of them, crossing his arms. "He's bad news, trust me. I -saw- that scum Obliviate Sirius! And no doubt he Obliviated Remus and Peter, because they don't remember the time we took him to Dumbledores office!"
Remus retorted back, "You don't have -proof-! Professor Granger is the coolest teacher we had yet! And remember Professor Kubo? And how he released those fireworks? I'd say those two are a grownup pranker!"
Suddenly, Sirius gave a yell and stood up. All faces turned towards him. "What?" they echoed.
"WE FORGOT TO PRANK HIM -AGAIN-!"
They crowd groaned and went back to their homework.
"Sirius, he'll be a tricky one. And remember what Professor Granger made Professor Kubo do? He made him write on the blackboard the muggle way!" Peter exclaimed.
"Yeah, whatever, that just makes it more fun."
SPLASH!
The crowds were in chaos as a huge, cold colorful waterfall (paintfall?) appeared out of nowhere on top of them.
"SOMEONE STOP THE PAINT!" Lily screamed, but the paint continued falling and everyone was running around the room, screaming and trying to find a dry stop.
"SILENCE!"
There was immediate silence as the water stopped.
Harry stood there, his wand drawn. "Simon, come out. I know you're there." He said in a low, dangerous voice.
"Ah ha!" Harry yelled and zapped somewhere beneath the sofa. There was a small squeal, and a single arm appeared.
"SIMON! Have I not made it clear that I don't want you pranking the Gryffindors? They'll all get a cold!"
Simone slowly got out of his hiding spot and gave Harry a sheepish smile. "Cool, Harry, cool. It was just a prank!"
"JUST A PRANK?" Harry bellowed. "LOOK AT THE COMMON ROOM, FOR GOODNESS SAKES!"
Simon gulped and looked around. The common room was dyed in many colors, including the carpet, sofa, and a few grumbling portraits.
"As a punishment, I want you to-"
"What in the world has happened here?"
Everyone froze as McGonagall appeared in the common room.
"What did you do? Have a party? Someone tell me what happened!" She snarled.
Simon gave a small eep and edged towards the entrance.
"STOP RIGHT THERE, MISTER!" Harry screamed at Simon.
Simon froze like a thief caught in the lights. Then, he said in a very small voice, "I'm sorry."
Then he took off the common room.
"STOP! I ORDER YOU TO STOP, MORON!"
Harry took off after Sirius, swearing and waving his wand.
McGonagall looked lost. "What happened?"
All of them were more then glad to explain the situation.
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The next day, the Marauders decided to pay a visit to their professor Kubo.
"Hey Professor, how're you doing?"
Sirius was in the hospital wing, after being chased and hunted down by Harry, Harry had had a huge tantrum, and Harry's weren't good. Even if you concentrated really hard on self-control, or magic control, it didn't work. Because of Harry's huge amount of magic, Harry's tantrums were extremely dangerous. And it didn't help at all that Harry had a short temper. He got touchy with the smallest things, like not listening to his orders.
And Sirius just had the luck to experience one.
Sirius had been running for his life, since he knew Harry was no Nightingale with a wand and an angry mind.
"SIRIUS! COME BACK! YOU WILL PAY!"
Sirius eeped some more and dived behind a suit of Armour.
Harry stopped, looked around, and began shaking.
"SIRIUS- YOU- ARROGANT- STUPID- DAMN- *******- DOG!!!" Slowly, the floor began shaking and Sirius soon lost his balance and was on his butt.
"What-?"
KABOOM
The whole hallway was blasted away, leaving it crisp and black. A few paintings on the wall (that survived Harry's explosion, of course,) were blinking and looking extremely bewildered. Sirius was also crisp and black, and he was buried in a pile of suits of Armours, paintings, and a few pieces of the ceilings and- ah- walls.
Harry's mind returned. "Huh? Oops. I did it again. I don't know why I have to do these things when I lose my temper. Why did I again? Oh- no, please-"
Harry began searching through the rubbish pile, and soon found the black Sirius. "Ah- Sirius- let me escort you to the, er, Hospital Wing."
Sirius could only meekly nod before he hung his arms around Harry's neck and slowly walked towards the Hospital Wing.
It wasn't a pleasant experience. Oh no, not at all.
Now he faced the Marauders. "I'm doing fine, what do you want?" he asked them.
"Dude, what happened?" Sirius asked curiously, eyeing Simon's casts and bruises.
"Ah- well- nothing much. Just experienced a few- ah- earthquakes."
"Funny, did we have a earthquake yesterday?" Remus asked.
Simon sweat dropped. "Ah- well, never mind, never mind. It doesn't matter." He said hurriedly.
"Well, hope you get well soon, 'cause you're the best teacher we could get apart from Professor Granger. Here's some Chocolate Frogs we bought you." Sirius said, and set it onto the bed stand. "Hope you enjoy them!"
The four quickly walked out.
After Sirius was sure they were gone, he grabbed the Chocolate Frogs, opened it and took one out.
"Clever . . ." he murmured, examining the Chocolate Frog. "A candy with an engorgement charm on it so my head would swell . . ."
He took out another one. "And this . . . Causes sever headaches. No way am I going to eat these." He muttered, tossing the bags aside.
Just then, Harry entered. "Hi Sirius. Sorry about that yesterday." Harry apologized, and then set a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans on the bed stand beside the Chocolate Frogs.
"Here. A get-well gift. Eat up, ok?" Harry said.
"I've got things to do. Hope you get well." Harry hurriedly left.
Sirius eyed the Beans mistrustfully. Then, he grabbed them, took one out, and studied it.
"Harry, you have the same mind as the Marauders." He muttered, and tossed the bag aside as well.
Then, Frank Longbottom and a few others entered, holding a bag of mince pies.
"Here, Molly made them. We want you to get well soon, Professor Kubo." They echoed.
"Thanks." He said awkwardly, and the others left.
He cautiously took out an innocent looking mince pie, studied it, before groaning. "ANOTHER pranked get-well gift. Why do they all fell like pranking me-?"
Professor McGonagall entered with a bag of éclairs and creampuffs. "Not again," Sirius moaned, and sunk deeper into his pillow.
"Simon, after the paintfall incident, I decided to forgive you. Now, here's a get-well gift. I hope you get well soon, because we'll be needing Professor in class, not in the Hospital Wing."
Simon nodded meekly, said a small Thank you, and took the bag.
Professor McGonagall nodded and left.
Simon peeked into the bag. They looked so lovely. He took one out, muttered something, and then groaned. It was made to turn him into a ferret. McGonagall must hate me, he thought, throwing out the bag. Why did everyone have to give him tasty looking pranked get-well gifts? He really wished they would stop giving him get-well presents. And why did everyone have the same mind?
Then, Lily Evans and Hestia Jones and Tonks entered with a wrapped gift.
Sirius groaned again. "Please no- what do you have now? A teeth melter treat? An ear-swelling treat? Or maybe a sore throat treat?"
The three blushed. "We made some cookies. We thought you'd like them."
They all rushed out with a red face.
"I see they've got me another killer gift." He muttered.
"Why do they all have the same minds?"
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James was lying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
'I am a living that doesn't belong here, and my name is not to be remembered'
Harry's words echoed through his mind. He couldn't get it out.
Why, why, WHY?
Why didn't he belong here?
It was driving him insane.
He saw an unfamiliar book lying on his bed stand. Curious, he reached out and touched the book-
Suddenly, he felt someone pull him into pure darkness.
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James woke up, to find himself lying in a cell. He shivered. It was cold, and he didn't like the air around him.
There were two bulky men standing by his cell.
Chips and Loafers were guarding James cell.
Chips and Loafers were Lucious' servants. But they were both extremely bulky and extremely stupid. That was one of the reasons why Lucious' took them in. They didn't that what they were doing was illegal; they couldn't read anything, even. Of course, Lucious' had them take examinations, which was on how they would crack the walnut.
Chips had cracked it with his knuckles.
Loafers had grabbed the examinator's head and banged his head onto the walnut.
Both were hired to Lucious' stupid servants; disposable, but useful in some ways.
So, taking advantage of their stupidity, Lucious' had made them run errands, guard gates, and beat up some people for fun. They didn't have an ounce of magic (why should they, when they couldn't read a Hogwarts letter?) so that was a bit of a minus for Lucious', but he managed.
"Hey Loafers, do you know why I'm called Chips?" Chips said.
"Chips?" Loafers looked extremely confused.
"Duh, it's because I eat like Chips!" He said, taking out a handful of chips for his pocket and stuffing them into his mouth.
"Then do you know why I'm called Loafers?" he demanded, looking not very pleased.
Chips looked a bit confused. "Because you like bread?"
James couldn't help but snicker.
"No, you stupid guy, that's loafs. I'm called Loafers 'cause I wear loafers." He said, puffing his chest with pride and showing off his loafers.
Chips frowned. "I am -not- stupid. 'Cause master called you stupid!"
"Me? No, he was calling you stupid!"
"No, you!"
"You!"
"You!"
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Loafers picked up his phone and answered. "Yes?"
"Do you have the boy?" came the cold voice of Lucious Malfoy.
"Yes sir. Sleeping like a baby. Would you like him delivered, sir?" Loafers asked eagerly.
"Ah- very good. You must have a pay raise of one galleon per week. Now, just make sure you keep the boy safe."
"Yes sir. Keep the boy safe. Got it, sir."
Loafers cut the phone with a goofy grin.
"Master just called. He said we would get a pay raise of ONE GALLEON!"
James raised an eyebrow. That was less then his allowance. And these guys were happy? They must be really stupid, he thought.
"How many Barney videos can we buy?"
There was a momentary silence as both men counted their fingers.
James had to stifle his laughter. He'd heard of Barney videos before. It was a muggle TV show for preschoolers.
"That's . . .," Loafers said. "A lot." He finished lamely, and then they looked at each other before grinning and punching each other's arms.
James couldn't help himself. He rolled onto the floor and began laughing his head off.
The two looked at each other. "He's awake. We should call Master."
"How?"
"Press the red button on the phone."
Loafers picked up the phone and pressed the red button.
"I hope this is important." Came Lucious' voice.
"Victims awake, sir." Loafers replied obediently.
"Really? Good, good. Take him to the elevators. It's C-V5. Got me?"
"Yes sir."
The elevators were like the muggle elevators, except it transported you to a certain place instead of just the 10th floor or something.
"Take him to the elevators, Chips." Loafers ordered.
Loafers and Chips grabbed James under his armpit and lugged him out before he could react.
Wandless magic, he thought desperately, but it was useless without his hand pointing at the guards.
They heaved him onto a metal box thingy and typed in C-V5.
"Please state your name and the reason why you are here." A voice said.
"Loafers, taking in James Potter." Loafers said to the mike, as the elevator suddenly jolted as soon as he said it.
After 3 minutes, the elevator stopped shaking and the door slid open.
"Welcome to C-V5. Thank you for using the elevator. Please come back again."
The three left the elevator, and they were now at a dark place.
Loafers and Chips, lugging James, walked towards a guard who was obviously a deatheater.
"Chips and Loafers, taking in James Potter." Loafers said clearly.
The deatheater turned around, sneered, and grabbed James roughly.
James was too scared to make a sound.
"Off you go. Go back to Lucious."
"Yes, sir." They replied, and headed towards the elevator.
"Now . . ." The deatheater said menacingly.
James squeaked.
The deatheater opened a nearby cell and threw him in.
"Be a good boy and don't make a racket."
James squeaked again.
The deatheater left, leaving James alone in a dark, cold cell.
"Alohamora!" James muttered, pointing to the cell lock, but it didn't budge.
He groaned. His wandless magic had left him right then! Oh, his luck. They were probably going to kill him.
He lay down on the ground, staring at the ceiling. The quiet was perfect for sorting out his sorts. It wasn't the best place, but since he was stuck here, he might as well make the best of it.
Why did they kidnap him?
After a few moments thinking up of possibilities, the reason struck him.
Professor Granger!
Or Harry Potter. Whatever. That HAD to be the reason. Harry Potter was part of the Deatheaters (possibly you-know-who's second hand man) and since James saw him Obliviate Sirius, they needed to kill him so he wouldn't go blabbering to Dumbledore.
Wait.
WHY didn't he go to Dumbledore?
It was a simple question. Why? Oh, he was so stupid. He should have told Dumbledore immediately. Now, because of his idiocy he was going to be killed.
The cell creaked and a deatheater stood outside the cell.
"Stand up, you fool!" he snarled.
James scrambled up and shivered. It was colder.
He felt invisible bonds tie him as the deatheater floated him towards the other cell.
James was panicking. Oh god, they must be taking him you-know-who! Merlin, help me, he thought.
Suddenly, he was slammed onto the floor, still tied up in invisible bonds, and there was a bang of a door bring closed.
He brought his head up, looking around him. It was another cell, except the cell was made of metal, and there was no handle on the door.
James tried to get up, but he was well tied.
He was desperate. Oh, Merlin. He was -so- dead. He would never be able to prank Snape or the Slytherins, see his parents, open his Christmas presents, or marry someone and have a baby. What were they going to do to him? Torture him and have fun before killing him? Or just making him insane by the cruciatus curse?
Good-bye, mom and dad. I hope you live long. Good-bye, Sirius, prank Snape for me a lot. Good bye, my broom, I hope you get into good hands. Good-bye, everyone.
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"Hey, Prongs! Quidditch practice!"
Sirius stormed up to the boys' dormitories, hoping to find James there. If James were still asleep, they'd have to hurry. Wood had arranged morning practice, starting at 6 a.m.
"Huh?" he wasn't there. Maybe he was at the pitch already.
Sirius turned around and ran towards the Quidditch pitch.
"Black! You're late! And where's that damn Potter?" Quidditch captain Wood said.
Sirius looked lost. "I went looking for him, but he wasn't there, so I thought he came here already."
"That's where you're wrong, Black. Never mind, I'll go lecture Potter later. Everyone ready?"
Sirius mounted his broom and began warding off the Bludgers, all the time wondering where James was.
After practice, Sirius rushed towards the dorms again. "James! Where were you? Wood was-"
He wasn't there.
Sirius knew that something was wrong. James wouldn't just disappear, let alone miss a Quidditch practice.
He stalked towards James trunk and began digging inside.
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good!"
Sirius' eyes widened when he saw the map. James wasn't there.
He panicked. Where in the world could he be? He couldn't be in Hogsmeade, because James would never go to Hogsmeade when he was supposed to be at practice. Then-
Sirius rushed out the common room, running towards Dumbledores office.
"Oof!"
Sirius bumped into someone. "What?"
He looked up. "Professor Granger?"
"Mr. Black, what are you doing running?"
"James, sir, James! He's gone! He's nowhere in the castle!"
To his surprise, Professor Granger looked amused. "Really? And I suppose he isn't at Hogsmeade or the Kitchens, eh? So you think he was abducted by the Deatheaters, right?"
Sirius looked at him, lost. "How?"
Professor Granger smiled mysteriously, and then he conjured up a quill and parchment. He began to write onto the parchment, and then handed it to him.
"Take this to Professor Dumbledore. The password is Jelly Beans. Go."
Sirius, giving Harry one last puzzled look, nodded and rushed towards the headmaster's office.
He heard a crack behind, and when he turned around, Harry wasn't there.
Sirius slowly opened up the parchment and read.
'Professor Dumbledore,
James has been kidnapped by the Deatheaters. I'm going to go bring him back. Don't worry; you don't have to worry about the lessons. Hopefully, I'll be back by class.
Harry Granger'
Sirius stared at the parchment in shock. Professor Granger was planning to take on the Deatheaters on his own? He was mad. But he had probably already left-
He groaned. How was he going to explain it to Dumbledore?
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Just as he was losing hope, there was a crack.
James turned his head to see Professor Granger sniffing and dusting himself.
"H-Harry Potter?" James hissed.
"Oh, James. You're tied up? Sheesh, how those Deatheaters treat minors," He said, sniffing and untying James with a swish of his wand.
James slowly stood up. "Are you guys going to kill me now?"
Harry snorted. "That's a good joke, James. Anyway, we have to get back soon. I have a class to teach. And I'm hungry."
James stared at him hard. "Oh, I suppose you want to kill me quick, so you can get back to the castle and act like you didn't have any part in my kidnapping, huh? Well, you're wrong! Sirius will notice the both of us missing, and will tell Dumbledore! So there!"
"James, you're misunderstanding me. I already told Dumbledore I was going to rescue you, hopefully before class starts."
James was puzzled. "Aren't you going to kill me?"
"No, of course not? Who in the right mind would kill their own fa-"
He stopped, realizing what he almost said.
"Fa?"
"Nothing. Anyway, we still have thirty minutes until breakfast. What do you say we have fun?"
"Torture me, you mean." James said dully.
"Gosh, when will you realize I am -not- a deatheater, for Merlin's sake!" Harry retorted.
"You are." James deadpanned.
They heard footsteps. James groaned. More deatheaters who wanted to have 'fun' with him.
"Ooh! Ickle fritsies!" Harry gushed, and cackled evilly.
James stared at Harry like he was mad. "Ickle fritsies?"
"Here they come!" Harry said.
James turned around. Two deatheaters with their wands drawn out. This was NOT good.
Great. Three Deatheaters were waiting to torture him.
"Hey, James, what do you want? A muggle NBA or a Soccer World cup or baseball? A Disco Ball? Or perhaps an Aaron Carter concert?" Harry asked him cheerily.
James stared at him blankly. "Huh?"
"I feel like watching muggle baseball, don't you think? I've always wanted to see Matsui live."
Who was Matsui?
Suddenly, he felt his feet leave the ground, and there was a huge blast of cheering. He looked around; the cell he had been in had disappeared. Wait- he'd learned about these in Muggle studies. When he looked closer, he found that the cell had expanded to an unbelievable size, and a huge baseball stadium, complete with the players, the crowds, and the hotdog seller.
"WHAT THE HELL?" James screamed.
"GO YANKEES! SQUISH 'EM! BEAT 'EM! GO!" Harry screamed.
"GO GO MATSUI, GO GO MATSUI!"
"GO DODGERS! GO! BEAT THOSE YANKEES!"
"Hotdogs, hotdogs, cheap and fresh! Get your hotdogs!"
The deatheaters were howling.
James tugged on Harry's sleeves. "What?" Harry asked, craning his neck.
"Where are we?"
"In your cell, of course. GO, SLIDE INTO SECOND PLATE!" Harry yelled.
Oh, man. His professor was a muggle baseball freak. And a wizard able to transport a whole place to a small, puny cell. And a deatheater. But now, he wasn't really sure about that. Seeing in how he was a muggle baseball fan, of course.
Suddenly, he saw the two Deatheaters charging at Professor Granger with their wands drawn.
James froze. Professor was going to be hurt-!
"Professor, turn around-"
He didn't turn around.
Oh dear, he thought, his only hope of getting out of this baseball stadium was going down.
But, to his surprise, the moment the Deatheaters were about to grab his neck, Harry turned around, grabbed both of them by their wastes and through them across the stands.
There were huge gasps from the stadium as the watchers snickered and pointed at the flying Deatheaters.
THWACK!
"HOMERUN!"
SMACK!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The crowd screamed hysterically as homerun ball hit the deatheaters right in the face and bounced off to the other end of that stands.
Everyone scrambled to get the ball.
James was simply gawking at the Deatheaters who were slowly falling towards the section where they were filming the match for news and sports channels. They were currently filming Matsui who was running around the diamond, who had just hit a homerun.
"HEADS UP!" Harry yelled at the filming people, but too late. The Deatheaters landed right on two cameras and four filmers.
All the videos that had survived it turned towards the dog pile, and now the crowd was yelling and pointing at the dog pile.
"What's that?"
"The god sent people in cloaks from the sky!"
"Maybe that's god! He came to discipline us from watching too much baseball."
"Look, daddy, superman!"
"Now, honey, there's no superman."
"But daddy . . . They have capes, and they were flying!"
"Devils! God had sent us devils!"
"I know! They must be those thieves who stole that jewelry!"
"Where's the bomb?"
"It's a new kind of bird- Bird who look like human!"
"Look, isn't that George W. Bush?"
"Quick, dear, get the camera!"
"Oh yeah! I'm going to send this to World's Funniest Home Videos!"
James groaned. Superman? Thieves? Devils? They were in huge trouble.
Harry, on the other hand, was laughing so hard tears were running down his face.
"PROFESSOR! How can you laugh at a time like this? Were in huge trouble!" James exclaimed.
Harry wiped away a tear, and said between laughs, "Oh- *gasp*- no, James- *gasp*- this is- *gasp*- normal! Voldie should be- *gasp*- furious- *gasp*- this is- *gasp*- fun!"
James gawked at him. "Why can you be so careless at a time like this?"
"Look, James, I think you need a hotdog and a coke. Hey, over here, hotdog man! Two hotdogs and a coke and a sprite."
"Yes sir. 4 dollars, sir."
Harry fished inside his pocket and handed four bucks to the hotdog man as the hotdog man gave him the hotdogs and drinks.
He sipped on his sprite and handed James a hotdog and a coke. "Here, eat up."
Suddenly, he took a look at his watch, and gasped. "Oh no, we missed breakfast! We should get going!"
Harry grabbed James' wrists and said, "Let's go home."
First, he swished his wand and the baseball stadium disappeared along with the deatheaters.
They heard footsteps, which obviously belonged to deatheaters. Three appeared, and pointed their wands at them. "Stop and drop your wand." One sneered.
Harry smiled charmingly and said, "It was fun while it lasted. Good-bye!"
They both disappeared.
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Dumbledore had called a staff meeting at his office, looking grave.
Right now, two were missing- Simon and Harry.
"I have grave news-"
Simon entered, gasping. "Sorry, I was late. I couldn't find Harry. Anyone has seen him?"
Everyone shook their head as Dumbledore looked graver then ever.
"I am afraid we may never see Harry Granger again."
Everyone gasped.
Simon gawked.
"WHY?" Simon demanded.
"Alas, he has sent me a note by Sirius Black, stating that James Potter had been kidnapped, and that he was going to go rescue him."
There were gasps, and even some began crying.
Simon, however, looked amused. "I feel sorry for them."
"Yes, Mr. Granger and Mr. Potter are in grave danger."
"Oh no, you misunderstand me, Professor."
Dumbledore looked puzzled. "What ever do you mean?"
"I feel sorry for the Deatheaters."
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"I have news for everyone." Dumbledore announced at breakfast.
There were murmurs as they glanced at Dumbledore.
Even with Simon's reassurance, Dumbledore knew that they would never see them again. No one survived after they were kidnapped.
"I am afraid that James Potter and our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Harry Granger, has been kidnapped by the Deatheaters." He said gravely.
There were gasps. Some began crying hysterically. Some looked lost and scared.
"But, we shall never forget them, for the had probably died nobly, staying at the light side, fighting against them."
Suddenly, the door banged open and Harry and James entered.
"Who died?"
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HAHA! It was long! Yeah! And I'm not a Matsui or Yankees fan, I just know Matsui and Ichiro, and I don't know any others so I just used him. Well, seems like Harry had lots of fun, too. You'll find out the first thing Harry did to the Deatheaters in the next chapter! (the 'things' refer to, you know, like how Harry transferred the baseball stadium to the cell) Please review and tell me what you think!