Disclaimer: You know something, don't expect me to write anymore disclaimers. It's lowering my self-esteem knowing that'll never own Harry Potter. IT'S NOT FAIR!
Any ways I will like to thank the following people for your reviews. Why do I do it now and not at the end: to keep you waiting. MWHAHHAHAHAHAHAH. This is going to be the longest chapter of them all. And just in case. Read the next chapter, it's not what it seems.
What was I doing? Oh, yeah! Thanking Reviewers!
Maison-Rosae: Yes I know it's insane. That was the point. I had just written an angst fic and I needed a good laugh.
orlin (times 2): THANK YOU SO MUCH! I'm really glad you liked 'In the mind of a teenage psychopath' and also this story. And don't worry, it's not the end of Cato and the others. I just haven't written the story, yet. If you have any ideas, They are more than welcome.
bunny: Don't worry, chapter number three it's on it's way.
Another thing. I've made the calculations and there is only one more chapter after this one. There might be a second part, I've I decide to write it.
(Whenever you see stuff written like this, I am talking.)
And now, to the story! FINALLY!
Previously on Yu-Gi . . . wait. THAT'S IT! I NEED A BRAKE FROM ANIME, NOT!
Previously on "Insanity Comes to Hogwarts":
"YOU CRAZY OLD FART! HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO ME! YOU GOT BLACK AND LUPIN AS PROFESSORS; TWO OF MY GREATEST ENEMIES! NOT ONLY THAT, YOU GET THREE MORE POTTERS! NOT ONE OR TWO, THREE! ARE YOU INSANE! THIS SCHOOL ISN'T STRONG ENOUGH TO HOLD FOUR TROUBLEMAKERS, A WEREWOLF AND A PRANKSTER!" Seviepoo said, while shaking poor, old, wrinkly Albiekins.
"Proofeesoor Snnnaappeee, Stoop Shaakiing meee!", begged Albiekins.
Only then did Snapykins let go of Albiekins. But it was too late. He had already unleashed an unstoppable force named that is, well, unstoppable.
Now on with the story!
"WEREWOLF! COOL! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE A WEREWOLF!", Said Keahi and Alicia at the exact same time.
"Now you've done it. Those two have been wishing to see a werewolf for years.", Said Jake, shaking his head. "They've always wanted one for a pet."
Remus gulped. HE was a werewolf. Not good.
"I knew I hated being a werewolf for a good reason, besides all the pain and rejection", he whispered loudly, so loudly that everyone heard everything he said.
"Moony, do you realize that you just said that out loud?", Said an amused Sirius
"I DID WHAT!"
"So you're the werewolf!", Said a grinning Keahi.
"Yes, but you wouldn't harm your godfather, would you?", Asked a terrified Moonykins.
"My godfather is a werewolf! COOL! I have the best godfather of us all.", Keahi said happily while jumping on the teacher's table.
"No way, my godfather is WAY better. He's a convicted killer, even though he didn't do it. HE ESCAPED FROM AZKABAN, HELLO! That's something NO ONE had done before!", Argued Harry. Sirius just swelled with pride; He hadn't thought about it that way before.
"Well, my godfather . . . hold on. Who's My godfather?", Enquired Jake. "How am I suppose to make a good case against my own brothers if I don't know who mu godfather is!"
"Well, Jake, your godfather is Severus Snape. Lily asked him to be your godfather. They became friends after she earned his respect. She broke every single bone in his body after she got tired of him calling her a mudblood." Explained Albiepoo.
"That was hilarious! You should have been there! He was crying and begging your mother to stop, be she just continued hitting him with a metal pipe she found.", Paddyfooty said, laughing his butt off.
"And she didn't trust Peter", added Remus.
"And with good reason", said Seviepoo, Paddyfooty and Hawwykinsypoo.
" Please, ignore her when she writes their names like that. She's crazy you know."
KEAHI! You're testing my patience again you little brat.
"I know, almighty authoress. I'm not afraid of you. What would you do, get me pregnant? Oops."
MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOW FEEL MY WRATH!
"I'm so screwed. I want my mommy!"
"Lupin, your godson is insane. He's talking to the roof again.", Commented Seviepoo. Remiekins just sweat dropped.
"For the last time, I'm not talking to the roof or my self. I'm talking to the authoress, Kiona Bloodfang. What is so hard to CLANK"
"JAKE! Stop hitting your brother in the head with a metal pipe", Reprimanded Seviepoo.
"Yes, godfather."
"Good, boy."
"You do know that he's bleeding, right?", Asked a concerned Harry.
"WHAT!", Everyone answered.
Remus lifted Keahi of the ground and carried him to the hospital wing. There, Madam Pomphrey (I don't think that's correct but who cares) bandaged his head and gave him a potion for his headache. Little did they know, that nearby lurked a purple haired, green-eyed, dark skinned teenage vampire with the real headache potion. She grinned from ear to ear.
That will teach you, Keahi, never to get me pissed off. You HAVE to fear me. Let's see how you like being a daddy. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FEAR THE ALMIGHY AUTHORESS, KIONA BLOODFANG!
Three weeks later
"Come on, Keahi. Wake up or you'll be late for class", Said Harry, while shaking his brother.
"Wrong bed, Harry. I'm Jake", He mumbled.
"Impossible. You're trying to tell me, Keahi is awake. I can't believe it. He always wakes up five minutes before class starts and that's because I wake him up", said Harry, in shock.
In those precise moments, Keahi entered the room. He completely ignored his brothers and opted better for going down the covers of his warm and toasty bed. Jake and Harry stared at him, then at each other and then they made their way to their brother.
"Hey, Keahi. Are you okay? You got up really early, well early for you", said Jake.
"I don't fell very well, guys. My stomach really aches and I haven't..."
Keahi ran to the bathroom before he could finish what he was saying, Jake and Harry right in his tail. They found Keahi kneeling in front of the toilet, vomiting his guts out. Poor Keahi, jejejejeejejejejejejeje.
Harry went to the faucet and wet a towel. He then knelt behind Keahi, who by the way was still puking and had tears in his eyes, and put the towel on his forehead and wiped the sweat off his face. By the time he was done, Jake had gotten him a cold glass of water. Well, we don't want him dehydrated, do we? Lucky bastard. My brother would never do something like that for me, little jackass.
"Any better, Keahi, asked Jake, handing Keahi the glass of water, from which he drank gladly.
"Sort of. Thanks, guys.", he answered above a whisper and still clutching his stomach, after he was done drinking the water.
"Come on, you better rest.", said Harry, while lifting Keahi off the floor. After they took him to bed, Jake put a garbage bin next to Keahi's bed.
"If you feel like vomiting, do it in the bin. Don't get up, okay?" Keahi nodded and drifted off to dreamland. By midday, Keahi was feeling much better, eating everything insight. No one could believe he had been violently ill, just hours before, specially his godfather.
"Are you sure he was sick this morning?", he asked the twins.
"Yes, we're sure. We saw him throw up, his skin was hot and pale and he was in pain. I don't get it", answered Harry.
Next morning, however, Keahi was once again puking his stomach empty. Difference this time, he told no one and didn't let anyone see him. He thought that by noon he would be all better. And guess what? HE WAS! WOW, HE'S A PSYCHO, I MEAN PSYCHIC!
The same ritual went on for two more weeks( I'm mean, aren't I). One beautiful morning, at potions class, they had to make the nastiest smelling potion they had ever . . . Well, SMELT. Don't ask the name or what it does because I don't know. For weeks Keahi had held in the urge to puke his guts out, held through those horrible nauseous feelings and the dizzy spells, but today it was too bad; He couldn't take it. Lets see what happens, shall we.
Keahi had the misfortune to be paired up with Draco Malfoy. Poor Keahi, or poor Draco. HEHEHEHE.
"Start mixing, idiot. I don't have all day", said Malfoy with the nastiest voice he could muster.
"I... don't feel gulp so...mmmgulp good.", replied Keahi, clutching his stomach and looking rather green in the face.
"Professor Snape, can I change Potters. The one you gave me seems to be defective!", yelled Malfoy to Seviepoo.
" NUMBER 1: NO, YOU CAN'T. NUMBER 2: STOP SPEAKING AS IF PEOPLE WERE OBJECTS. NUMBER 3: WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY 'SEEMS TO BE DEFECTIVE'?"
Just then, Keahi threw up all over Malfoy. He looked so CUTE covered in half digested food.
"This is what I mean by defective.". said Malfoy with a grossed out look.
Meanwhile, Keahi was still puking. Professor Snapykins was beginning to worry. No student of his had reacted that way before. Plus, he had noticed that he had seemed ill for weeks, but Snape thought that if he was well enough to come to class, he might as well finish it. But know was a different story.
Seviepoo went over to Keahi and put his hand on his forehead. 'He feels warm', he thought.
"Come on, Keahi. To the hospital wing you go", said the professor lifting the ill boy from his seat and putting his arm over his shoulder.
Snape struggled to make Keahi walk and had to drag him part of the way, but he managed to get him to the hospital wing.
"What happened to him?", Madam Pomphrey asked Snapykins.
"We were making THE potion and Mr. Potter wasn't able to take the stench and threw up on Mr. Malfoy. He seems to be running a fever also", explained Seviepoo.
"He's pale and dehydrated", thought Poppy out loud. "Keahi, dear how do you feel?"
"I'm cold, nauseous and my throat and stomach hurt", he answered.
"How long have you felt like this?"
"For around two weeks."
"WHAT!", yelled both Poppy and the professor. Hey, that might make a good movie.
"I've been puking every morning for two weeks. I just didn't want to bother you. Besides, I felt better by mid day. Now that I think about it, I've been feeling weird ever since you gave me that potion after Jake broke my head with his pipe."
"What? That's it. Lay down. That blow may have caused more damage than I thought.", Said Poppy. She casted a spell on Keahi and then tapped a sheet of paper that she had and words appeared on it.
"All right. Lets see, here. There is nothing wrong with your head, that's fine. Except that head contusion that I found last time, probably from the time you fell of that palm tree. I don't see any infections or bacteria here. Wait, WHAT!", said Poppy. She looks like a ghosty now. HAHAHA!
"What is it Madam Pomphrey. Tell me what's wrong with me!", Keahi asked pale poor Poppy. What color are poppies? Hmmm. BACK TO THE STORY!
"You're pregnant."She answered and two loud 'thuds' could be heard.
There Chapter three done. Now people tell me what you think. And don't worry about Keahi, he will be just fine. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!