I do not own Harry Potter.
I do not own Joe 90, or any of their songs, like "Drive" (which will be in italic) the song has nothing to do with the story, and I just like it...so...yeah...
I do not own "A Beautiful Mind" which I reference.
Chapter the Seventh: Fear of the House-Elf.
After whatever happened in the past chapter...like Voldemort dead...and Harry..who couldn't save Ron from Azkaban so, he's still there...the Ministry of Magic had to have a fear of something to make people afraid, and since Voldemort was dead, they used House-Elves. Many of the rooms in Azkaban were full, then empty because of beheadings..so yeah...however, as you will notice, that the Daily Prophet...you know, that lying scumbag owned newspaper full of lies.
"
Bigger more powerful
And yet nobody knows
Let's not forget to discuss
All of the freeloads"
That day, Hermione's owl named William Holden (don't ask) swooped down onto her breakfast table as the Daily Prophet fell into her hands.
"
Here is the car you drive
The window is open wide
Many nice folks suggest
That we go for a drive
Time doesn't know
What its time for us all to know"
She opened and read:
Page One: New Fashion Tips for your Owl!
Page Two: More Fashion Tips for your Owl!
Page Three: Fashion Tips for your Frog!
Page Four: More Reasons to Hate House-Elves
Page Five: TheBlackKeys: Oh No He Didn't!
Page Six: Ronald Weasley: The Interview of the Century
Page Seven: Fashion Tips For Your Kangaroo!
Hermione Granger turned to page four, and took at number 817493:
House Elves Are Stupid.
Then 817494:
They Smell Bad.
Then 817495:
House Elves hate Billy Wilder.
(don't ask)
Hermione turned two more pages and saw Ron with a long beard like the one Dumbledore has...but he was dead so...
he didn't matter...stupid son of a humhmm...
"
I like a yellow shirt
And I like orange shades
I like your green suede shoes
And all the sweaters you made
Here is the car you drive
The window is open wide
Many nice folks suggest
That we go for a drive
Time doesn't know
What its time for us all to know"
Hermione turned to page six, and saw Ronald. He was in a cell, and he looked into the eyes of Hermione. He had a piece of paper in his hand, he wrote something on it with a big black permenant marker, and pointed it towards Hermione.
"HERMIONE? WHY MUST YOU SUCK SO BADLY"
As the new Sirius Black, Hermione was terrified. Mortified. Petrified. Stupified By You. She read the interview:
The Daily Prophet: Is it true you killed a woman?
Ronald Weasley: No.
TDP: Ok..How did you do it?
RW: I didn't kill anybody.
TDP: OK..What did you not not do?
RW: What?
TDP: We can tell you are confused.
RW: What the-
TDP: Did you not kill anybody?
RW: I did not kill anybody.
TDP: Say that again, except change the I do not do I'd.
RW: I'd kill anybody?
TDP: You heard it hear first folks. Ronald Weasley would kill anybody.
RW: What?
"
Escape from the crowd
Escape from the dark
Escape from East Berlin
Escape from the planet Earth
Escape from the Planet of the Apes"
Hermione set aside the paper and stared at William Holden. He was dead. Her breakfast was all gone and her ear was bleeding because William was gnawing on it. She was also having her period. But that doesn't matter. She knew she should have gotten that Gloria Swanson owl.(don't ask)
" Here is the car you drive
The window is open wide
Many nice folks suggest
That we go for a drive
Time doesn't know
What its time for us all to know
We don't know nothing, nobody,
No one at all"
