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A Parody of a Well-known Fairytale

Chapter 02- 'Baby Godfather Harry'

By nilfheim

The moment Parvati or my Wicked Stepmother or whatever slammed the door, I just sat there, stupefied beyond belief. Then it occurred to me I was Cinderella and Cinderella was supposed to clean the entire house, I mean, mansion before her two demented stepsisters and her wicked stepmother arrived from the Royal Ball. I quickly grabbed my broomstick and started to sweep the floor.

Gee, what is the world coming to?

One minute I was Hermione Jane Granger and the next, I am Cinderella. Poof! Just like that.

Or maybe Voldemort decided I was a real threat to his defeat-the-boy-who-lived plans and decided to banish me into in this fairytale world. Or that stupid git, Draconius Malfreak and his crony, Blaiseus Zavenus, played a prank to me without my realizing that. Argh! Whatever!


Draco Malfoy chatted with his best friend Blaise Zabini about a few things concerning what Slytherins are supposed to be concerned with, anyway. Draco suddenly noticed Granger falling asleep with one of Potter's books in front of her. This little incident whet Draco's curiosity and he managed to snatch the book Granger was reading before going off to La-La Land without being noticed by Potter and Weasley.

"Hey, why did you do that for?" Blaise asked, puzzled with his friend's behavior.

"Hey give it back Malfoy!" Potter called out, noticing the absence of the book in front of Hermione's.

"Just give me a sec, Scarhead and I'll give it back to you gladly. It's not like your life depended on this book anyway," Draco said, flipping the pages.

Draco saw Cinderella in the picture book. He was reminded of Granger.

'Well that's way too weird, Cinderella just looks exactly like Ms. Bushy Head over here,' Draco mused, flipping the pages.

Draco saw the illustration of the prince. There was also something weird about it. The prince had no face.

'What kind of picture book is this anyway? Whoever draw it sure left some important details that really needs to be filled,' Draco thought.

All of a sudden, he was feeling sleepy. Very sleepy.

The last thing that he saw was Blaise prying the book from his hands and Potter threatening Blaise to give it back to them.


"Do I have to make myself clear to you Zabini? Give it back or else!" Potter threatened, brandishing his wand.

"Or else what?" Blaise taunted, enjoying the look on Potter's face while looking at the book.

"Just what the heck are the two of you all so concerned about with this book?" Weasley asked.

Instead of answering him back, Ron watched Harry and Zabini exchange more loathing words. Ron just suddenly snatched the book away from Zabini and laid it back on the center of the table.

"I'll turn the pages so the two of you can get a look without arguing all over again. Madam Pince might kick us out of the library," Ron said and started turning the pages.

'Heck, why in the whole wide world did I became concerned about us getting detention once Madam Pince kicks out of the library? I'm starting to sound like Hermione, which is TOTALLY NOT GOOD,' Ron thought.

They saw Cinderella and the Prince, it reminded them of a couple of people they knew. And they also passed several faceless illustrations. Which was quite a bit odd for a picture book anyway. A couple more seconds and they were all getting sleepy all of a sudden.


After sweeping the floor, I suddenly stopped. I was thinking more about my role or myself as Cinderella. If I was Cinderella, I'm supposed to go to the ball and marry the prince and live happily ever after just what liked they use to say in fairytales and all. But before that, I've got a FAIRY GODMOTHER!

Question is, where's my fairy godmother anyway?

Or maybe I was supposed to whine and cry dramatically, speaking aloud my intention to go to the ball too. Absolutely no way in hell! I' m not a very good actress anyway. So I did the only reasonable yet logical thing on my mind at this moment to make my fairy godmother to appear so soon.

"Hey fairy godmother, whether you can hear me or not, I want to go to the ball too!" I bellowed up at the skies.

Nothing happened except a loud thunderclap. Perhaps my fairy godmother heard me. Or maybe not.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" I shouted as an afterthought.

Woops! That last one didn't sound polite and proper. I hit myself in the head. How am I supposed to get my fairy godmother anytime soon? I mean, pleasantries and polite talk are common knowledge to give you any fairy godmother should you happen to be stuck in a fairytale world like mine's. Being rude is one surefire way not to meet a fairy godmother.

And I do desperately need one right now.


Harry found himself in a dim shop filled with racks and racks of clothes, be it muggle or for the wizarding world. Harry sat on a stool and observed the surroundings or what seemed like a gazillion of clothes to him. He wondered if he somehow touched a Portkey or he slept for a while and sleep-walked and somehow used Floo powder to transport himself into some place he didn't know.

He found himself thinking about the Cinderella fairytale book in the library that somehow ended up its way to Hermione and then to Malfoy and then to Zabini and finally to Ron. Harry was amazed by his behavior for the past events, he acted a lot more like Ron. Harry knew that Madam Pince would surely request for expulsion once she found out he damaged in some way or another any of the magical and antique picture books he borrowed.

Which was a perfect logical reason why he acted a little bit like Ron earlier.

Harry stood up and touched a baby costume intended for adults. Harry stifled a laugh as he examined them, spotting Dobby designs on the overalls.

'And who in their right minds would wear such a thing for Halloween? Unless of course they're a bunch of nuts or a part of 'I absolutely, truly and most surely love babies to death' fanlistings' Harry thought.

A flash of light followed and a baby with jet black and messed up hair, green eyes and lightning bolt-shaped scar was giggling on the floor. The baby held a wand and a pair of fairy wings was on his back. The same baby costume Harry held seconds ago was on the baby right now.


BOOM!

Baby blue smoke suddenly erupted, filling most of the room. I coughed and when the smoke cleared away, I was sure my jaw was already reaching the ground.

I, Hermione Jane Granger, had never seen the most shocking and equally disturbing thing in my life except if you count the day I saw Malfoy and Parkinson having a french kiss at Madam Puddifoot's.

A little bit exaggerated eh? Anyway it was like this, I saw my fairy godmother. Oh wait, correct that. More like baby fairy godfather. And a Harry look-alike too.

I peered closer and saw a lightning bolt-shaped scar. And right away I knew it was no Harry look-alike. It was baby Harry. I fought back gales of laughter nearly erupting from my throat. Harry looked quite ridiculous. And when I say ridiculous, I really meant it.

Harry's glasses were replaced with a thick, black frame and absolutely round lenses, making him look like a genius or a nerd. He also wore gigantic baby shoes, or more like, baby clown shoes in bright blue. I scrutinized his light blue overalls with orange pockets (which clashed horribly in my opinion) with designs of Dobby dancing around.

Wait a sec, since did when Dobby made himself a famous icon in children's clothing?

Never mind that, just let me tell the rest of Harry's clothing. White shirt with pinstripe designs and yellow socks. Add those fake-looking fairy wings and you've got one perfect suit to feature in the fashion channel labeled as 'Worst Fashion Faux Pas 4 Babies Alone'.

"Um, Harry…" I started but Harry giggled and then pointed his wand.

A second later and I was holding a lottery ticket with a plasma TV on the wall. The host shouted today's lucky numbers and I looked at my ticket. I won. Except I didn't want it.

"Harry I want to go to the ball," I said, throwing the ticket away. I knew I was going to regret it later but who cares?

Harry giggled more and a limo came from the roof. I shook my head. Harry pointed his wand again and I was swimming in money. This time I lost my patience because I was already getting late for the ball.

"Harry, ENOUGH ALREADY! I said I wanted to go to the ball, not win the lotto, get a limo from the sky or have tons of money," I shouted.

Harry stopped giggling and suddenly tears formed from the corner of his eyes. I could see he was now getting ready for one loud outburst of tears.

"Um Harry, you can conjure anything you want now you know. It was pretty cool anyway," I reassured him and Harry stopped sniffling.

"But can you please change my dress into something a tad fancier and while you're at it, provide me a carriage also," I added.

Harry smiled again and changed my dress into a ball gown. I could see it had a million or so Swarovski crystals on the skirt.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, turning around.

I faced Harry again and saw my carriage. It was in the shape of a paper lantern, not a pumpkin.

"Hey, this ain't a pumpkin carriage!" I protested while boarding up.

Harry didn't say anything but pointed his wand instead. The carriage shot out of the roof with the horses and landed on the road. I'll have to remind myself to think of an excuse later to my stepsisters and stepmother why there was a gargantuan hole in the roof.

I looked out of the window and saw the palace with its towers and all. I stuck my head out of the window, feeling the wind whipping across my face.

"Woohoo! To the Royal Ball and beyond!" I shouted.

I hope the prince is some gorgeous guy with manners. Not like Malfoy.

Hold on, why am I thinking of him at this moment?


AN: Finally! Second chappie finished. Thank you to all my reviewers. Now, just click that Go! button and submit a review to make my day!