THUNDER LIGHTNING AND TEENAGE WIZARDS
PART TWO
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter
Harry sat nervously in the dark, as Ron snored in happy oblivion. Why was he so upset? Ron had not received anywhere near the amount of shock as he had.
Harry looked thoughtfully at the 'commuter,' and started to move, very slowly, towards it. It showed no signs of blowing up or moving on its own, and was clearly made by muggles, but it still made him shudder. The text on the screen danced offensively at him.
It took him a great deal of courage, but he began to read the text once again. Who was writing these things? And how did they know so much about him?
"Keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer..
by GETMEAGLASSOFWATERNOWORELSE
Over the summer, Hermione miraculously goes under a complete physical transformation, without the touch of a scalpel, and gets kidnapped by Draco, who has become a perfect but troubled gentleman and they kill Voldemort and live happily ever after!" Harry felt his stomach take a terrific lurch, and though he could not stop laughing about how unlikely it would be for Draco to ever be anything but an idiotic bully and coward, he still couldn't help feeling quite unnerved. He continued. "Soon to come, the chronicles of their children! A must read! PS Harry/Ron slash.."
"Slash?" said Harry out loud, pondering what it was supposed to mean. He shrugged and read on. He did not read on for very long, however, as the description of the story gave some incredibly descriptive information on what slash between him and Ron would mean. For a moment he just stared blankly into space. The next thing he knew, he felt a violent urge to vomit.
With incredibly impeccable timing, Neville yawned and rubbed his eyes. "What's that light? Is that you Harry? Seamus?"
Harry was perplexed. "Yeah, it's just me, get back to sleep."
But Neville was already staring fixedly at the computer.
"Harry.. what is that thing?"
The new muggle-born, who owned the machine, coughed violently and rolled over.
"It belongs to him," Harry gestured towards the coughing student and said this as quietly as he possibly could.
"Oh, it's a computer," Neville had sat up and gestured for Harry to put it on the bed, but Harry could not move.
"Tell me how to use it," he said, without looking away from the screen.
"Oh right then, that weird little dome there, that's how you move the little arrow on the screen.." and so on. Harry was well versed in computer lore within a short five minutes.
He clicked the button that read, "next," and waited for another page of stories to load.
It didn't.
As the page loaded, black waves of darkness spread themselves over the screen.
Ominous music, though quiet, played itself eerily over the speakers. Harry gaped. Ron had woken up at the sound of the music, and was sitting on the floor next to him.
The dark clouds that had formed on the screen parted to reveal an even darker background, and from out of nowhere, sharp, red text inscribed itself across the page.
It read:
"Welcome to Lord Voldemort's Personal Home Page
Click on the skull to enter"
Harry gaped. Ron gaped. Neville snored.
At the very bottom of the page, in the tiniest of small red lettering, it read:
"email: voldemortcanstoptherock said Ron. "So."
Harry ripped his eyes from the screen for a moment.
"So what?"
"So," repeated Ron matter of factly. "Are you going to click on the skull then?"
