Harry Potter and the Cursed Computers

(A/N: I rated this fic PG because, well, Sian yes she is a real person wants to write a few chapters and she might put in some mild swearing. But, seeing as she hasn't gotten around to typing up the first chapter yet, this chapter will contain no swear words. At all. I'm sorry. Stay tuned for the second chapter, which Sian will doubtlessly forget to type up. I'm not a psychic, so excuse me if my prediction turns out to be wrong.)

Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize belongs to me. You should know that by now. Sian belongs to herself. You should also know that, if you had read the author's note above. ¡¥All You Wanted' belongs to Michelle Branch. ¡¥The Second Summer of the Sisterhood' belongs to Ann Brashares and is the sequel to ¡¥The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants', which I might add, is quite a good book.

Chapter One: What IS that thing?

Harry, Jamie, and Sian looked at the kitchen table. Or, rather, the object on the kitchen table.

¡¥What is it?' said Jamie, voicing the question all three of them had been thinking.

¡¥Looks like . . . a cake,' said Sian.

¡¥That is most definitely NOT a cake. And I should know. I see one every year.' said Harry.

Jamie looked at him curiously. ¡¥You do? I thought the Dursleys never did anything special for your birthdays.'

¡¥Did I ever say I saw MY cakes every year? No, what I meant was I see one of Dudley's giant chocolate ice cream cakes every year. I never tasted one of them, though.'

¡¥I thought it was vanilla last year,' said Sian.

¡¥The store was out of chocolate,' explained Harry.

Suddenly, the thing moved. Jamie jumped and took a step back.

¡¥Um . . . I think I'll just go upstairs and try out Dud's new Broadband connection,' said Jamie, starting out of the kitchen.

¡¥Oh no you don't,' said Sian, grabbing Jamie's wrist. ¡¥You're going to find out what that thing is.'

¡¥Oh no I won't,' said Jamie, freeing her arm of Sian's grip.

¡¥Oh yes you will.'

¡¥Oh no I won't.'

¡¥Oh yes you will.'

¡¥Oh no I won't.'

Harry rolled his eyes.

Dudley rushed into the kitchen, grabbed the thing on the kitchen table, and ran back out. Harry followed him, curious as to what the thing was. Sian and Jamie stopped arguing and followed Harry.

In the garden, Dudley dumped the thing onto the grass in the garden and went back into the house.

Harry, Sian, and Jamie looked at each other, shrugged, and went back upstairs into Harry's room.

DOWNSTAIRS IN THE GARDEN

The thing turned out to be a box.

Two sticks wriggled out of the box, onto the front path, and onto the porch. They wormed their way into the house and up the stairs into Harry's room.

IN HARRY'S ROOM

¡¥I'm bored,' said Jamie.

The two sticks wriggled onto the carpet. Sian noticed them first.

The sticks stopped moving. Sian picked them up. She tossed one of them to Jamie. Jamie, of course, couldn't catch and the stick fell onto the floor. Jamie picked it up and waved it. Nothing happened.

Harry was watching this with no small amount of confusion.

Jamie and Sian tossed their sticks to each other. Then they waved them.

Red and gold sparkles flew out of the sticks.

¡¥Ooh, our new wands!' said Jamie finally.

¡¥I thought you didn't need wands,' said Harry, his confusion meter rising.

¡¥Not on Tuesdays, no,' explained Sian. ¡¥The rest of the time we do need them.'

¡¥Why did you need new wands?' asked Harry.

¡¥Lost them,' said Jamie casually, levitating Harry's trunk off the floor.

¡¥How the heck did they get in here?' said Harry.

¡¥I've been doing some reading,' said Sian. She held up a thin book, entitled Wands Through the Ages.

¡¥Is that my Quidditch Through the Ages book?!' cried Harry.

¡¥You're not looking carefully,' said Sian, waving the book in front of him. ¡¥It says, ¡¥Wands Through the Ages', and therefore probably has no reference to Quidditch inside.'

¡¥Anyway, I've found out that since 388 B.C., wands have been charmed by specialists to become agitated when away from their owners for too long. They will wriggle around like worms until they find their proper owner.'

Harry looked at his own wand.

¡¥I'm still bored,' complained Jamie, Stupefying an ant.

SEPTEMBER 1ST

Jamie and Sian had Disillusioned the three of them and their things so that no one would notice three kids walking around King's Cross station pushing three trolleys, each bearing a giant trunk and an owl in a cage. Hopefully they wouldn't bump into anyone.

They ran through the barrier and onto the platform. Jamie and Sian took off the Disillusionment Charms and levitated their trunks onto the train. Then they went to find Ron and Hermione.

They found Ron and Hermione in a compartment near the middle of the train. Hermione had her MP3 player out and was listening to ¡¥All You Wanted' by Michelle Branch. (A/N: At the time of typing this, I'm listening to that right now.) This they knew, because Hermione was humming along. Jamie sat down next to her, waved her wand, muttered something, and a pair of earphones appeared out of thin air. Jamie grabbed them, attached them to a spare port in Hermione's MP3 player, put them on, got a book out (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix to be exact) and started reading. Sian sat down on Hermione's other side, got The Second Summer of the Sisterhood by Ann Brashares out, and began reading. Harry sat down next to Ron.

Nothing eventful happened on the train ride. (A/N: I don't have enough imagination to think of anything that could happen.)

AFTER THE SORTING

Dumbledore stood up and said, ¡¥I have an announcement to make, which some students here may understand.'

¡¥Lately, I have seen a computer in many Muggle homes. A computer is . . . (and he explained what a computer was). Many of those computers are equipped with something called the Internet (then he explained what the Internet was). So in order to provide more entertainment for those weekend nights, I have had a computer with an Internet connection installed in every dormitory.'

Some small cheers were heard. Most students were, however, looking at each other and Dumbledore, bewildered. Some, like the Slytherins, had grasped the fact that a ¡¥computer' and the ¡¥Internet' were Muggle things, and were therefore looking at their fellow housemates and Dumbledore in disgust.

Some things happened here . . . blah blah blah, then they went up to their dorms, and they all took turns on the computer, then they went to bed. Whee.

Nothing eventful happened for the rest of the night.

(A/N: Only two and half pages. Sorry! At least I updated!)