Harry Potter and the Essence of Evil chapter 8
"YOU WHAT?!?" Ron exploded
Harry's voice let out an inaudible squeak but no more.
Ron picked Harry up by his collar and held him up against the wall.
"SHE'S MY LITTLE SISTER YOU DERANGED PERVERT! GO AFTER SOMEBODY YOUR OWN AGE!" With that, Ron threw Harry into the other wall and stormed out.
Harry awoke a few hours later in agony. He felt dizzy and disoriented. 'Concussion' thought Harry.
He got up and staggered towards the door. First Harry headed downstairs. Harry checked the living room. Nobody was there. Harry checked the kitchen. The same as the living room. Harry needed help soon. Harry opened Percy's room. Not a soul was there. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's room was empty too. So was Ginny's. Harry noticed the house was pretty much empty. It was also much hotter than usual. Harry opened Fred and George's room to find nothing except a mess. Harry wondered where everyone was. He opened the bathroom. Empty. Harry looked around the bathroom. He found a bandage kit. He put a bandage on his head and wrapped it up tight. Harry exited the bathroom and walked towards the last room. The one he wanted to enter least. Ron's room. The heat was nearly unbearable now. Harry noticed an odd flickering light coming from under the door. Gathering his courage, Harry tried the doorknob. Which promptly burnt his hand. 'Humph.' Harry thought 'Ron doesn't want me to talk to him, so he hexed the door. How annoying.'
Now he was angry. Harry wondered what to do. Nothing came to mind. Then it hit him. If Ron was being difficult, so would he. Now the heat was really bad. Harry thought he might be coming down with something. Harry backed up a few steps and rammed the door. To his surprise, it shattered easily, breaking into pieces, and he was now in Ron's room. The path behind him was blocked. However, instead of a really angry, skulking Ron Weasley, there was a wicked fire. Fire all over. Everything was burning.
Harry was trapped in Ron's room with an inferno.. The Burrow was burning.
YES!!!!! ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER! I'M SO GOOD! WOOHOO! Who'da thunk it? Two cliffies in a row! Praise me!
Maybe I'll be generous and let Harry live. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You know? I need a disclaimer.
Disclaimer!
Hahahahahahahaha!
Neopyro, lord of all that is mellow, including marshmellows and mello yello, king of sappy/crappy/fluffy h/g fics, the worlds biggest mystery, Harry Potter freak, Duck raiser/ duck toy collector, farmer, recent lover of artemis fowl series, worshipper of JK Rowling and Sirius Black, Believer that Draco Malfoy is gay, Conspiracy theorist, lunatic, pyromainiac, royal pain in the arse, x-files lover, believer that the truth is out there, bad writer, schitsophrenic, dependant on others, annoying, addict to computers, copier of Duke firefox, owner of 11 cats, addicted to books and game systems, paranoid, chocolate obsessee, and smiles because he doesn't understand.
"YOU WHAT?!?" Ron exploded
Harry's voice let out an inaudible squeak but no more.
Ron picked Harry up by his collar and held him up against the wall.
"SHE'S MY LITTLE SISTER YOU DERANGED PERVERT! GO AFTER SOMEBODY YOUR OWN AGE!" With that, Ron threw Harry into the other wall and stormed out.
Harry awoke a few hours later in agony. He felt dizzy and disoriented. 'Concussion' thought Harry.
He got up and staggered towards the door. First Harry headed downstairs. Harry checked the living room. Nobody was there. Harry checked the kitchen. The same as the living room. Harry needed help soon. Harry opened Percy's room. Not a soul was there. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's room was empty too. So was Ginny's. Harry noticed the house was pretty much empty. It was also much hotter than usual. Harry opened Fred and George's room to find nothing except a mess. Harry wondered where everyone was. He opened the bathroom. Empty. Harry looked around the bathroom. He found a bandage kit. He put a bandage on his head and wrapped it up tight. Harry exited the bathroom and walked towards the last room. The one he wanted to enter least. Ron's room. The heat was nearly unbearable now. Harry noticed an odd flickering light coming from under the door. Gathering his courage, Harry tried the doorknob. Which promptly burnt his hand. 'Humph.' Harry thought 'Ron doesn't want me to talk to him, so he hexed the door. How annoying.'
Now he was angry. Harry wondered what to do. Nothing came to mind. Then it hit him. If Ron was being difficult, so would he. Now the heat was really bad. Harry thought he might be coming down with something. Harry backed up a few steps and rammed the door. To his surprise, it shattered easily, breaking into pieces, and he was now in Ron's room. The path behind him was blocked. However, instead of a really angry, skulking Ron Weasley, there was a wicked fire. Fire all over. Everything was burning.
Harry was trapped in Ron's room with an inferno.. The Burrow was burning.
YES!!!!! ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER! I'M SO GOOD! WOOHOO! Who'da thunk it? Two cliffies in a row! Praise me!
Maybe I'll be generous and let Harry live. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You know? I need a disclaimer.
Disclaimer!
Hahahahahahahaha!
Neopyro, lord of all that is mellow, including marshmellows and mello yello, king of sappy/crappy/fluffy h/g fics, the worlds biggest mystery, Harry Potter freak, Duck raiser/ duck toy collector, farmer, recent lover of artemis fowl series, worshipper of JK Rowling and Sirius Black, Believer that Draco Malfoy is gay, Conspiracy theorist, lunatic, pyromainiac, royal pain in the arse, x-files lover, believer that the truth is out there, bad writer, schitsophrenic, dependant on others, annoying, addict to computers, copier of Duke firefox, owner of 11 cats, addicted to books and game systems, paranoid, chocolate obsessee, and smiles because he doesn't understand.