Disclaimer: And once again I must sadly announce that I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. The only character I own (currently) is Parry Lordymord, well not completely. The features are from Harry Potter and the idea was from one of my reviewers.

A/N: I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry that this took sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long! I really didn't kno how to leangthen this chapter like everyone wanted me to, so I squeezed in chapter 4 as well. Please accept my apologies! I hope you all enjoy this chappie! . (and to burst some ppls' bubbles…. But, Parry isn't who he so obviously seems to be P well, more on that later in this chapter. ) Enjoy!

UNPREDICTABLE

Chapter three: Clone? Twin? Or Crossbred Penguins Raised in Gwuam

Rewind of the last chapter: "And there standing in the door frame was the mirror image of himself, smiling, no sneering back."

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" screamed Harry Potter in a strange girlish scream,

Interruption made by our main character…

Harry: Hey! I'm not gay you know.

Me: It was part of the script.

…Interruption over

and rolled off the bed, " Don't come into someone's bedroom without knocking!"

"Sorry!" apologized Parry Lordymord as he stepped out of the bedroom. Suddenly Parry realized something, and barged in to Harry's room again.

"There you go again! Barging into people's room is not polite!" Harry Potter once again lectured poor Parry about the politeness of knocking before going into one's bedroom.

"Sorry, but I accidentally dropped my book in your room when I… Ah! here it is!" Parry explained as he suddenly noticed the book on the floor.

(A/N: if you are wondering why he didn't have a book before, well... he's a wizard you know?)

Harry took a glance at the title of the book then nodded understandingly. "I know why you are so rude now. Just from looking at what your reading I can tell. 'How to be Evil' that's not a very good book you know."

"Actually I kinda like it, it's writen by Voldymort (Lord Voldymord's sad way of disguising himself just buy changing the d to t)" explained Parry.

"Hmmmm… somehow that name reminds me of someone." Harry thought, thoughtfully. Then suddenly he remembered something. "Oh yeah! Get out! Once again try knocking this time."

Parry slowly shuffled out of the room and into the halls. Two seconds later, there were two loud bangs on the door.

"You didn't have to knock that loudly!" Harry called to the supposed to be stranger making a gigantuam racket on the outside of his shabby wooden door.

Slightly pissed off, Harry went to open the door for the stranger, "Hey who are you and what do you want?" Harry greeted the "stranger" as if nothing happened.

"Hmmmmm..." Parry uttered as he was thinking of a good response. Apparently, he cannot reveal anything or else certain people will get mad and he may get hexed for it. He also cannot tell who he really is, or a certain someone will get pissed even more. So at the end he settled for an answer, " Parry Lordymord, at your service."

Harry suddenly burst out laughing and fell to the floor giggling his beep (I prefer to keep my story clean of swears, but you can have fun guessing) off.

"Parry Lordymord! HA!" Harry gasped between fits, "What kind of name is that!"

Insulted, Parry stood quietly thinking that the famous Harry Potter was a crazy jerk.

"Well, beg my pardon, but a great master of mine gave me that name," Parry said quietly.

"Oh, great master? Which great master? Surely no one is as good as Professor Dumbledore!" Harry spoke proudly.

At this Parry became a little vexed. A vein pulsed at the side of his forehead, "My master is not, some crack pot old fool like Dumbledore! My master is the most feared wizard of ALL!"

"Ha! As true as it may be that you're a chicken, oh wait then that would be true!" Harry choked out in his laughing fit.

"Excuse me! I would not like myself to be classified as a chicken. You wizards always get us mixed up," Parry scoffed, "I am in fact a very rare species of magical penguins raised in Gwuam! And on further information of my existence, I will not be obliged to tell you anymore, for I have already spoken too much of myself, and certain someones will be ever so mad indeed."

At this he shut his mouth and covered it with both hands.

"Ok, dude, that isn't even funny," Harry remarked as he suddenly stopped laughing. He just stared at the new visitor in a bored fashion, "Fine if there is this all great master of yours, can you tell who it is?"

Parry shut his mouth tight and did not utter a sound. Master will kill me for this, he thought disgusted.

"Parry dear!" the sound of a woman's voice came far away, from downstairs, "it's time to go honey!"

The odd silence was broken as Parry called, "Coming Mommy!"

"Pifff…" Harry sputtered trying to contain his laughter, but to no avail, "mommy? You call your mommy, mommy! AHA HA AHA HA!"

"Oh ya? Well you laugh funny!" Parry said as he stuck out his tongue and slammed the door.

Harry stopped laughing suddenly, "Well, your face!"

Once again, another interruption made by our beloved, main character

Harry: number 1, I soooooooooo do not laugh funny.

Me: it was Parry's part... uh… just read your script. The writer (me) couldn't think of anything better for Parry's comeback.

Harry: well that's so lame. Which leads me to number 2, your face? That's so much lamer, couldn't u write a better comeback for me?

Me: well your lame

Harry: your mom!

Me: see?

… Interruption over

Harry sat in his room thinking over what he and Parry were discussing, apparently not much to him. Parry was, for some reason spouting a lot of rubbish about crossbred penguins and stupid subjects of such. Who is this fearful master that he was talking about?

Well, he had to leave that thought hanging for a moment. It was inevitable that he didn't think too much at a time, or he may tire his brain further. As his thinking diminished, Harry crashed into a very troubling and confusing sleep.

There were two people standing next to each other. One of them was continuously hitting the smaller of the two.

Then smaller one, the seeming victim opened his mouth and was about to say something that may stop his torment from his elder, but suddenly a sharp cold voice screamed. A voice Harry has heard before, but he couldn't think anymore than watch in horror as one of them mutated, and squirmed as if it's flesh was trying to break free of it's skin.

A/N: I tried making this chapter longer. And also, sorry for the wait. I hope you will enjoy this chappie.