Pickles and Onions: A Harry Potter Story.
A/N: The title probably has nothing to do with the story so BLUH! I called it that because I love pickles I'm not sure about my relationship with onions and it's a Harry Potter Story. Hence the characters. Oooh where did that word come from?! Hence I have to use that more often!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THIS!!! Wow that was great I hope you understand what im trying to tell you.
"Oh My Goddles!!" Ronald screamed one freezing July morning after dinner. "I'm Ronald Weasley! But you can call me Fiddlesticks because I'm British." After saying this he opened his eyes to find that nobody was there except Dobby the house elf.
"RON!! IM AWARE THAT YOU ARE SLIGHTLY MAD BUT PLEASE DO NOT SHOUT WHILE IM IN THE ROOM!!!" Dobby yelled this at the top of his lungs.
Ron or Fiddlesicks was slightly mad, crazy, wacked, nuts, cookoo whatever you want to call it. He yelled things that didn't make sense at the top of his lungs every now and then. Most people were used to it by now.
Harry came running down the stairs to see who shouted the second time. When he say it was Dobby he pulled a hairbrush out of his butt and killed Dobby with it somehow.
"So that's what crawled up your ass and died! I was wondering." Ron said.
Harry got a tad angry at Ron so he ran to the nearest window and started screaming as loud as he could. Ron was frightened at this so he too started screaming as loud as could. The loud screaming woke every single Gryfindor (sp?) up. Some were frightened like Ron (mostly the first and second years) and started screaming in fear as well. Others saw it as a chance to release some anger. In the end everyone is Gryffindor was screaming .