See, I'm back again…*ducks rotten veggies* Jee, so glad you're all happy!!!!!!
The insane author is asking your opinion…this will prove I've really gone insane…should I, or should I not….haveDracobecometheirfriend????
Okay folks chapter 13, and I'd like to apologize…it is Tae Kwon Doe….Now, this time I promise not to do anything stupid before the chapter…even though Arizosa really liked it…
Get ready for some 'Sirius' Snape bashing….
Harry looked as he normally did, but Meggie was completely different. Her hair was black, and it flowed down her back. Her eyes were now hazel and she was sporting a plaid mini-skirt, white tank top, and high-heeled dragon boots. She would have seemed like a complete priss if it wasn't for the toilet paper trailing out of her left boot. Harry was about to tell her when she grabbed his hand and dragged him towards a crowd of people. "C'mon Harry, hurry up!!!!"
"Me…Maggie!!!"
"Shh!!!"
"But…"
"Shut up!!" Meggie dragged him through the crowd, shoving people this way and that, not stopping to apologize. Finally they made it to the front of the crowd, and Harry saw why Meggie had told him to be quiet. Rita Skeeter was interviewing Viktor Krum. Harry was quite happy to notice that she was taking notes by hand. "Oh, wow, I wish I could meet him!" whispered Meggie.
"Can't be that hard," said Harry. Right then, Rita Skeeter stood, shaking Krum's hand. "Hey, Viktor!!" called out Harry. Meggie looked at him as if convinced that he was crazy.
"Harry?! Is that vou?"
"Yep!" He and Krum shook hands. "And this is my girlfriend, Maggie O'Farin." Krum bent over and kissed her hand, causing her to blush. The three walked away talking about Quidditch. None of them were paying any attention to anything, enjoying talking and each other's company and weren't looking…until Harry walked right into Fudge. "Oh, I am so sorry Minister," said Harry offering the short man a hand. Meggie snorted and Harry kicked her.
"Yes, sir," said Meggie, "Harry here can just be so stupid sometimes. Just doesn't look! Of course, he's usually stupid most of the time." She smiled sweetly. Harry glared at her, but quickly turned his attention back to the Minister.
"I am really, really, really sorry and…." Krum burst out laughing. "What's so funny!?" This only caused Meggie to join in. Fudge got up brushing off his suit, and stuck out his hand.
"Yes, well, that's quite all right Mr…"
"Potter."
"Right, Mr. Potter…Harry?!"
"Yes, sir." Fudge was down for the count. "Let's go…" The three ran until they had burst into some sort of locker room. Krum doubled up with laughter, and Meggie started crying and pounding on the wall. Harry was beat red. "C'mon guys…it's not funny. I think I just killed him!!! I mean, I probably gave him a heart attack or something!!!" This only caused the two to laugh harder.
"What's all that racket…hello Viktor." Krum just limply waved a hand at him and continued to laugh. "And who are you two?"
Harry took the space to introduce them. "That's Maggie O'Farin, and I'm Harry."
"No last
name?"
"Oh, he has one," said Meggie,
calming quite suddenly.
"Harry-I-gave-the-Minister-a-heart-attack." This caused Krum and Meggie to start laughing again. Harry, if it was at all possible at this
point, turned an even darker shad of red.
"It's Potter, Harry Potter."
"The Harry Potter, wow…I'm the manager of the all the teams publicity…and…wow…." His mouth fell open.
"Vhat are vou trying to do, Caleb? Catch the Snitch?"
"That's not funny," said Harry, "I nearly swallowed it my first game!" This caused everyone to laugh.
"Hey, Viktor, we've got to go!" cried Caleb suddenly.
"Oh…veah. See vou later Harry…Maggie." The three smiled at each other as Caleb dragged Krum out the door.
"Okay, Maggie…it's, wow, noon already…maybe we should snag some lunch and get to our seats…"
"Sure, where are we sitting?"
"Ummm…Top Box…huh? How'd we get these tickets…wait, there's a piece of paper…It looks like Viktor took our old tickets and replaced them with these…cool."
On their way towards the Top Box they noticed a very large and overweight man doing pirouettes down the isle. He had a glare that nobody would ever be able to mistake. Professor Snape was in full disguise. He was now an extremely overweight man, who looked an awful lot like Dudley… His hair was blue, and his eyes held an evil glare as he leapt over seats and bounded on tiptoes. A brown haired man was running after him yelling, "Sunny, stop!!!!!" But, Sunny seemed to take no heed.
"Yes," said Harry, "it worked!!!!"
"Is that Snape…"
"No, that's Sunny Stewart…."
"What did you do to him?"
"You'll see."
"COULD YOU STOP MOVING AROUND!!!" yelled some obviously frustrated man, "WE'D LIKE TO SEE WHEN THEY START THE QUIDDITCH TOUR!!!!!!!!!!" At the word Quidditch, Sunny seemed to speed up. He was doing even more complicated moves in half the time.
"We better get out of here Maggie…."
"You enchanted him so that every time hears the word Quidditch he starts to dance like a ballerina…"
"Maggie, we better get out of here…it's gonna get worse…"
"MOVE BEFORE I HIT YOU WITH A BLUDGER!!!!" At that Sunny began singing at the top of his lungs 'My Heart Will Go On.' Harry and Meggie dashed up the stairs as fast as possible towards the top box…only to find the Minister there.
"Harry, what did you do to yourself?"
"Oh…I added highlights, and I found that Muggle contacts work very well."
"Well, it certainly was a surprise."
"Yes, well, I'm…ummm…sorry about that. I didn't mean to you know…"
"It's perfectly fine Harry, perfectly fine." Harry sighed mentally and made his way to his seat. As soon as they sat down, they heard the booming voice of the commentator signaling the start.
Harry thought that the tour was quite boring. There were no matches or anything; it was just a bunch of players showing off their best moves. He couldn't believe that he had to watch it possibly for a full week or more…. All of a sudden the commentator's voice brought him back to earth.
"AND FOLKS, NOW IS THE PART OF TODAY'S SESSION WHERE ONE LUCKY AUDIENCE MEMBER WILL GET TO FLY AGAINST AIDAN LYNCH!!!!! AND THE LUCKY MEMBER IS…DRUMROLL PLEASE…HARRY POTTER????!!!!" There were gasps of surprise throughout the audience…shouldn't he be in school…
"Huh?" was all that Harry said.
"Get down there!!!!" hissed Meggie. She grabbed him and shoved him down the first flight of steps. Harry stumbled down, glared at her, and walked down the rest of the way.
Down at the bottom Caleb was hurrying around to find an appropriate broom for him to ride. "Caleb," said Harry, "I'll just get mine…Accio Firebolt." His Firebolt came zooming straight towards him. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Well," explained Caleb, "Lynch is going to do moves, and you have to match them. He has ten minutes. Then, you have ten minutes, and you have to do moves that he hasn't done."
"Doesn't sound that hard."
"Don't be too sure."
Harry shook hands with Aidan, and mounted his broom. "On the whistle…three…two…one…" The two brooms rose into the air. Lynch immediately went into a Sloth Grip Roll. Harry followed with no problems. Lynch did a barrel roll. Harry snorted and followed. Lynch did three loops, pulling out of the last into a Wronski Feint. Harry did it without a problem. Ten minutes later, Harry, barely winded, pulled out of the last dive as the whistle blew. It was now his turn.
Harry immediately started by standing on his broom in a surfer's position and causing it to rise higher. Aidan followed. Harry jumped up and landed perfectly on his broom. Lynch did the same. All of a sudden Harry back flipped off his broom, commanding it to go lower at the same time. It flew under him, and he landed gracefully on top. He then, still standing, went into a complicated dive. Lynch, still standing on his broom above Harry, shook his head no, and the whistle blew.
Show off.
Thanks Ron.
All of a sudden there was a loud boom.