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Ch2 Celebration
Meanwhile in number four Privet Drive, the inhabitants were celebrating the disappearance of the boy who lived. Mr Dursley had opened a bottle of champagne and was dancing with Mrs Dursley who had a vulture hat on her head and their son Dudley Dursley. Mr Dursley started belly dancing in his too tight jumper, Mrs Dursley was break dancing on a bowling ball and was trying hard not to let her hat topple off. Junior Dursley, Dudley was doing ballet in his new custom made purple dress, his stomach wobbling.
They had tied a disco ball to the ceiling and thrown out all Harry's stuff. Well... not all. They thought they did though. They threw out Harry's empty school trunk and empty owl cage but failed to find his books and everything else which were hidden under the floorboard. They also didn't know that the green quill in his room was a portkey...
"He's gone... gone... gone...!" Mr Dursley was singing happily.
"Heehor, heehor, heehor..." sang the bony horse like Mrs Dursley.
In the head quarters of the order of the pheonix, Twelve Grimmauld Place, Ron was pacing the living room nervously. Harry hadn't written for quite a while already. Lupin and Moody had gone to find him and Hermione was coming in a few days time. Snape had suddenly apparated in. He had been spying for the order.
He walked into the living room and spotted Dumbledore who was busy clipping his nails and picking his long crooked nose. Snape walked in and sneered as usual. He went over to Dumbledore and whispered something into his ear. Dumbledore continued picking his nose for a minute then asked everybody to gather round.
When the order members had gathered, he put on his robes and announced.
"Severus has just kindly informed me that Harry was taken by some death eaters to Lord Voldemort. And I'm sad to say that he is still alive. Somebody has to save him. Molly, you go with Ginny. You'll just have to fight the death eaters, dementors and finally Voldemort and save Harry." said Dumbledore lazily examining his nails.
"What? Me and mum only?" asked Ginny looking shocked for some reason.
"If you don't want to save Harry just say it." said Dumbledore, "Ok, who wants to save Harry, you'll get five knuts for that." he added.
"I'll do it!" said Ron raising his hand.
"Me too!" cried Hermione barging in.
"Great! Now, Severus told me that they are in the Riddle house somewhere. I'll turn Ron into a portkey. Hermione, you hold Ron's hand and both of you will teleport outside Riddle's house, right, Ron, I'll have to turn you into a portkey." said Dumbledore flicking his wand and muttering something.
Harry's room in Privet Drive, Vernon, Petunia and Dudley were still dancing and singing.
"Mum! Dad! There's a green feather here, I wonder what it is." said Dudley moving closer to the green quill.
"Oh, it's a feather dear." said Petunia, "A mouldy green - Dudders! DUDDERS! Vernon! Dudders' disappeared!"
Somewhere in Riddle's house.
Voldemort was still sulking on his rock. Several of his death eaters had disapparated elsewhere already.
"You two!" Voldemort pointed at Crabbe and Goyle who were desperately trying to fight the imperio curse, "Where is the boy?"
Crabbe and Goyle looked around finally realizing that the curse was lifted as Voldemort lifted it an hour ago.
"There." grunted Goyle pointed to the crumpled heap lying on the floor right in front of Voldemort.
"Oh. Ahh... yes... " Voldemort smiled as evilly as he always did(Grinch). His scarlet eye shrunk into a slid. He walk forward and kick the boy to reveal his face.
"What? This is not that idiot Potter. Who is this? Where is Harry Potter? Oh, he is Potter." said Voldemort turning red then turned around to cover his face. Sniffing sounds could be heard.
Malfoy woke up. He had been asleep on a crouch while Voldemort was sulking.
"Wha - Oh. I thought, I was having such a nice dream." he mumbled softly. Suddenly the fireplace started burning with green flames and a tall figure fell through.
"Dumbledore." Voldemort whispered grabbing his wand in front of him in pointing at the figure. Everyone (except for Harry who didn't even know where he was) immediately pointed their wands at the figure and waited for the smoke and soot to go away. Only Crabbe didn't realize he was holding a broken television instead of his wand.
"How did you know I was here?" Voldemort hissed.
"Huh? Father." said the figure as he turned to Malfoy.
"Draco." said senior Malfoy to his son. Draco Malfoy sneered at his father and his father sneered back at him. It was the traditional Malfoy family way of greeting each other.
Voldemort was so relieved he started laughing. Lucius Malfoy joined in, followed by his son.
"What's this bloody thing?" asked Draco curiously as he kicked the ragged thing on the floor.
"That, is your arch enemy." said Lucius as they started sneering again. Suddenly there was another loud bang as the flames grew again. Everyone's attention diverted to the fireplace again. The flames went out. But nobody appeared.
"Somebody's here, in his invisibility cloak." whispered Draco.
"Stupefy!" shouted Voldemort as he aimed at the empty fireplace. A red light shot out of his wand and hit the wall of the fireplace.
"W-who's there?" asked Lucius.
"Me." called out a voice followed by a loud snort. Ten seconds past and finally someone made out whose voice it was. Crabbe dropped his television on the ragged thing on the floor and ran toward the fireplace.
"Vincent!" he shouted as he ran over to rescue whatever it was. It appeared that junior Crabbe had tried to floo here but got stucked somewhere.
"Who's Vincent?" asked Voldemort looking suspicious.
"Crabbe's son." said Lucius.
"Who's Crabbe?" asked Voldemort. Lucius pointed at Crabbe.
Voldemort suddenly started laughing for some reason, "Mwhahahha..." His unloyal death eaters turned to look at him. "Sorry." said Voldemort wiping his tears, "Why am I apologising to my death eaters anyway? I was just trying to imagine the look on that crackpot's face when he finds out I have his son." He gestured at the rag thing on the floor.
"Potter's not his son." said Lucius. Voldemort glared at him, "I called him his son because err... erm... because he treats him as his son."
"Now, I'm going to make him suffer." said Voldemort eyeing Harry evilly. He walk over to the rag thing lying on the floor, grabbed his face and snatched his full moon glasses. He smiled at Harry and smashed the glasses on the floor.
"Mwhahahaha...! Now you can't see properly!" He laughed as Harry unbroken hand reached up to rub his scar.
"He's alive! That piece of bloody rag is alive! Everyone! Hide!" yelled Vincent Crabbe as he doved under the table toppling it over before realizing that it was not just a piece of mere rag.
'Stupid Potter.' Junior Crabbe thought angrily as he felt his face turning red. He went over to Harry to kicked him but missed and fell onto him instead.
"Nooooooo..." both shouted.
"My poor hand..." groaned Harry cuddling his arm.
"I've got mudblood all over me..." Vincent wailed trying to wipe the blood off his robes.
"Errr... it's half blood." said Draco. Voldemort glared at him.
"I'm going to teach you what happens to those who wins me during Quidditch matches." said Draco suddenly, lifting his wand thinking of a spell to curse, hex or jinx Harry.
"Not so fast!" yelled a voice from somewhere as everyone spun around to face the source of the voice.
Please R&R. Thanks.
Ch2 Celebration
Meanwhile in number four Privet Drive, the inhabitants were celebrating the disappearance of the boy who lived. Mr Dursley had opened a bottle of champagne and was dancing with Mrs Dursley who had a vulture hat on her head and their son Dudley Dursley. Mr Dursley started belly dancing in his too tight jumper, Mrs Dursley was break dancing on a bowling ball and was trying hard not to let her hat topple off. Junior Dursley, Dudley was doing ballet in his new custom made purple dress, his stomach wobbling.
They had tied a disco ball to the ceiling and thrown out all Harry's stuff. Well... not all. They thought they did though. They threw out Harry's empty school trunk and empty owl cage but failed to find his books and everything else which were hidden under the floorboard. They also didn't know that the green quill in his room was a portkey...
"He's gone... gone... gone...!" Mr Dursley was singing happily.
"Heehor, heehor, heehor..." sang the bony horse like Mrs Dursley.
In the head quarters of the order of the pheonix, Twelve Grimmauld Place, Ron was pacing the living room nervously. Harry hadn't written for quite a while already. Lupin and Moody had gone to find him and Hermione was coming in a few days time. Snape had suddenly apparated in. He had been spying for the order.
He walked into the living room and spotted Dumbledore who was busy clipping his nails and picking his long crooked nose. Snape walked in and sneered as usual. He went over to Dumbledore and whispered something into his ear. Dumbledore continued picking his nose for a minute then asked everybody to gather round.
When the order members had gathered, he put on his robes and announced.
"Severus has just kindly informed me that Harry was taken by some death eaters to Lord Voldemort. And I'm sad to say that he is still alive. Somebody has to save him. Molly, you go with Ginny. You'll just have to fight the death eaters, dementors and finally Voldemort and save Harry." said Dumbledore lazily examining his nails.
"What? Me and mum only?" asked Ginny looking shocked for some reason.
"If you don't want to save Harry just say it." said Dumbledore, "Ok, who wants to save Harry, you'll get five knuts for that." he added.
"I'll do it!" said Ron raising his hand.
"Me too!" cried Hermione barging in.
"Great! Now, Severus told me that they are in the Riddle house somewhere. I'll turn Ron into a portkey. Hermione, you hold Ron's hand and both of you will teleport outside Riddle's house, right, Ron, I'll have to turn you into a portkey." said Dumbledore flicking his wand and muttering something.
Harry's room in Privet Drive, Vernon, Petunia and Dudley were still dancing and singing.
"Mum! Dad! There's a green feather here, I wonder what it is." said Dudley moving closer to the green quill.
"Oh, it's a feather dear." said Petunia, "A mouldy green - Dudders! DUDDERS! Vernon! Dudders' disappeared!"
Somewhere in Riddle's house.
Voldemort was still sulking on his rock. Several of his death eaters had disapparated elsewhere already.
"You two!" Voldemort pointed at Crabbe and Goyle who were desperately trying to fight the imperio curse, "Where is the boy?"
Crabbe and Goyle looked around finally realizing that the curse was lifted as Voldemort lifted it an hour ago.
"There." grunted Goyle pointed to the crumpled heap lying on the floor right in front of Voldemort.
"Oh. Ahh... yes... " Voldemort smiled as evilly as he always did(Grinch). His scarlet eye shrunk into a slid. He walk forward and kick the boy to reveal his face.
"What? This is not that idiot Potter. Who is this? Where is Harry Potter? Oh, he is Potter." said Voldemort turning red then turned around to cover his face. Sniffing sounds could be heard.
Malfoy woke up. He had been asleep on a crouch while Voldemort was sulking.
"Wha - Oh. I thought, I was having such a nice dream." he mumbled softly. Suddenly the fireplace started burning with green flames and a tall figure fell through.
"Dumbledore." Voldemort whispered grabbing his wand in front of him in pointing at the figure. Everyone (except for Harry who didn't even know where he was) immediately pointed their wands at the figure and waited for the smoke and soot to go away. Only Crabbe didn't realize he was holding a broken television instead of his wand.
"How did you know I was here?" Voldemort hissed.
"Huh? Father." said the figure as he turned to Malfoy.
"Draco." said senior Malfoy to his son. Draco Malfoy sneered at his father and his father sneered back at him. It was the traditional Malfoy family way of greeting each other.
Voldemort was so relieved he started laughing. Lucius Malfoy joined in, followed by his son.
"What's this bloody thing?" asked Draco curiously as he kicked the ragged thing on the floor.
"That, is your arch enemy." said Lucius as they started sneering again. Suddenly there was another loud bang as the flames grew again. Everyone's attention diverted to the fireplace again. The flames went out. But nobody appeared.
"Somebody's here, in his invisibility cloak." whispered Draco.
"Stupefy!" shouted Voldemort as he aimed at the empty fireplace. A red light shot out of his wand and hit the wall of the fireplace.
"W-who's there?" asked Lucius.
"Me." called out a voice followed by a loud snort. Ten seconds past and finally someone made out whose voice it was. Crabbe dropped his television on the ragged thing on the floor and ran toward the fireplace.
"Vincent!" he shouted as he ran over to rescue whatever it was. It appeared that junior Crabbe had tried to floo here but got stucked somewhere.
"Who's Vincent?" asked Voldemort looking suspicious.
"Crabbe's son." said Lucius.
"Who's Crabbe?" asked Voldemort. Lucius pointed at Crabbe.
Voldemort suddenly started laughing for some reason, "Mwhahahha..." His unloyal death eaters turned to look at him. "Sorry." said Voldemort wiping his tears, "Why am I apologising to my death eaters anyway? I was just trying to imagine the look on that crackpot's face when he finds out I have his son." He gestured at the rag thing on the floor.
"Potter's not his son." said Lucius. Voldemort glared at him, "I called him his son because err... erm... because he treats him as his son."
"Now, I'm going to make him suffer." said Voldemort eyeing Harry evilly. He walk over to the rag thing lying on the floor, grabbed his face and snatched his full moon glasses. He smiled at Harry and smashed the glasses on the floor.
"Mwhahahaha...! Now you can't see properly!" He laughed as Harry unbroken hand reached up to rub his scar.
"He's alive! That piece of bloody rag is alive! Everyone! Hide!" yelled Vincent Crabbe as he doved under the table toppling it over before realizing that it was not just a piece of mere rag.
'Stupid Potter.' Junior Crabbe thought angrily as he felt his face turning red. He went over to Harry to kicked him but missed and fell onto him instead.
"Nooooooo..." both shouted.
"My poor hand..." groaned Harry cuddling his arm.
"I've got mudblood all over me..." Vincent wailed trying to wipe the blood off his robes.
"Errr... it's half blood." said Draco. Voldemort glared at him.
"I'm going to teach you what happens to those who wins me during Quidditch matches." said Draco suddenly, lifting his wand thinking of a spell to curse, hex or jinx Harry.
"Not so fast!" yelled a voice from somewhere as everyone spun around to face the source of the voice.
Please R&R. Thanks.