A/N: My Seto helped me get the account up and running, she's my BFF and I am writing one of the stories that's under her name it's, Harry Potter and the Electronics, R&R please, this is my first fic so don't YELL AT ME!
P.S.: IF anybody has a plot bunny I could borrow, I'd greatly take it! Thankies!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other things mentioned in this story. But I do own my brain. SO HA!
Harry Potter and the New Moon
"Alright let me get this straight." Harry paused and took a deep breath, "When Lupin was teaching here he bit Professor Dumbledore when he was a werewolf, but since Professor Dumbledore is immune (thank the lord for vaccines) it just made him loopy till' the next new moon, (which happens to be EXACTLY a week away) (A/N: It's amazing how these things just fall into place)
"Until, Harry, until the next new moon." Hermione corrected him.
"Anyway, and you are highly allergic to werewolf bites so you have to get some freaky medicine since you got bit too, so you have to go to your parents house, and no one else knows about this and no one can figure out." Harry Paused with a puzzled look on his face. "Were do we come into any of this?"
"Harry you're so stupid!" Hermione remarked.
All right, if you haven't figured it out already, Harry, Ron and Hermione are in McGonagall office with Professor Dumbledore tied to the chair next to them, trying to scream but there's duct tape over his mouth, and so he gave up and took a nap.
"Obviously," Hermione continued, "She wants us to find someone to watch Dumbledore since he's obviously not capable of taking care of himself." Hermione laughed.
"Not exactly," Professor McGonagall murmured.
"Oh thank-god that would have been way to hard!" Ron breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well… you three need to keep everyone and anyone from figuring out the state that Dumbledore's in, so you three get to miss class for the next week because you'll be… umm… running… the…. school." McGonagall smiled.
At this all three mouths dropped open. "Can't we get a nanny or something?" Ron asked desperately.
"Or a mop?" Harry pleaded looking at the pool of drool that had formed under Dumbledores mouth from his map.
"I know that I can trust you three, feed him 3 times a day, take him for walks, and keep him a secret, Good luck, bye now, got to go, very important." McGonagall nodded. But all three of them heard her murmur under her breath one thing, "Thank-god I'm rid of that old bag even it is only for a week."
"Oh great, now we have mid-terms to study for AND a Professor to walk." Ron whispered trying not to wake up the Professor.
"EEKKK, He's got my shoe!" Hermione shouted, the two boys raced over to were Hermione stood one foot in the air as Dumbledore was holding her shoe in his mouth, he was on all four with the chair that he had somehow broken free of sitting in the corner in shreds.
"How'd we miss that noise?" Harry questioned, gesturing towards the remains of the chair and the duct tape.
"Honestly, I don't know, but this is going to be a long week." Ron sighed.
"Hello, there is still a headmaster eating my shoe!" Hermione screeched.
A/N: What do you think? Does it need help? Remember, 1st fic, so give me your actual advice. DO NOT tell me "Oh, it's sooo funny" if you really are thinking, "this is a load of bull."