When Glasses Are Broken

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I still do not own anything here. I do not even own the crazy fangirls running amok around the place. All I own is the plotline ... and even then, I had a little help from my schoolmates. Yeah.

Warning: There are Half-Blood Prince spoilers in this chapter. You have been warned.

Ps. Celebrity names in this fic have been subsituted. But ya'll know who I mean! ;)

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Narry sat in his prison cell, feeling depressed. It wasn't his fault he was sitting in there. All he had done was push a fictional character into a puddle of muck. He hated it in here. It was cold, and there were these odd floating things wearing black cloaks. These odd floating things were talking to each other. Their voices hurt poor Narry's ears, but he was too interested in the conversation they were having to mind ...

'And then, this man came along and chased me away with a stick of fire! How is that fair, I ask you? I was just doing my job. So what, if I pierced the little bugger with the stinking blade? He was using the ring!' hissed one of the creatures angrily. This particular creature was sitting on a large, black, sinister-looking horse.

'Now now, don't be too upset, ol' chap,' said another creature comfortingly. 'One time, me and the guys were going to this game ... nice lot of souls there, we were planning on having a feast. But then this old bearded guy went and spoiled all the fun. We never got our dinner, and we were starving at that.'

'Too bad, Bob ol' boy,' said the first creature, shaking his head. 'Old bearded guy, you say? Would his name happen to be Gandalf the Grey?'

'No,' said the creature called Bob, 'It was Dumbledore.'

'I heard he was dead?'

'Yeah. Snape got rid of him.'

'Good riddance. These good guys need to be taught a thing or two.'

'Too true, too true ...'

Narry shivered. 'Taught a thing or two'? He didn't like the sound of that.

Suddenly, with a sound like a chicken clucking, the Snapping-Fingers girl appeared next to him, with one of her little friends, who was clutching a chicken.

'Hello,' said Snapping-Fingers cheerfully. The girl next to her said something in a language that Narry didn't understand. 'Ayam goreng makan ayam.' With that, she tickled the chicken's beak.

Snapping-Fingers shrugged and said, 'She says "hello" too.'

Narry stared. Another girl appeared, holding a pair of scissors. She stared at him. Narry honestly did not know what to do anymore.

'We're here to bust you out,' said Snapping-Fingers proudly. She showed him an inflatable plastic mallet.

'But there's a catch,' said Scissors-Girl, waving the scissors around happily.

Before Narry could ask, the creature on the horse and Bob were opening the cell door.

'It's time to carry out your sentence,' hissed Bob in a voice that vaguely resembled the sound of a punctured tyre.

Narry turned to Snapping-Fingers for help. But to his frustration, all three girls and the chicken were gone. He was alone again. The creatures reached forwards and gripped him under the armpits and began dragging him away. 'Where are you taking me?' Narry asked uncertainly, kicking out feebly.

'You'll see.' Both creatures laughed harshly. Narry gulped.

The trip to wherever was a long one. Sweat dripped down Narry's nose, and there was a streak of yellow-coloured floor following him. He frowned, then realised that the previously grey stone (or so it seemed) floor was actually bright yellow and tiled. Now he felt sick. How often did they clean this place anyway?

Finally, they stopped. There was the sound of a door creaking open, and a silence. They picked him up by the collar and tossed him into the room unceremoniously. Narry struggled to his feet, and stared at the room around him. It was painted a bright, blinding pink, and there were posters on the walls. Two teenage girls were sitting cross-legged on the bed, chatting continously. Narry glanced at the posters. 'Whitney Steers?' he scrunched up his face, 'Hilary Puff? Yuck!'

There was a silence. the two girl had stopped chatting, and were staring at him, scandalized. Narry realised that he had made a terrible mistake. Both girls had gotten off the bed, their hands outsretched and claw-like, and their eyes burning. 'Oh no,' Narry muttered.

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Meanwhile, Harry was pacing the area, quite confused, but looking quite determined. 'Glasses,' he mumbled. 'Must find glasses ...'

A random bushy-haired girl walked up to him, holding out a pile of books labeled 'Harry Potter'. Harry signed each of them without a second thought, and continued pacing while the girl screamed herself silly before running away, leaping with excitement.

Just then, Frodo and Legolas appeared out of nowhere, followed by a trail of fangirls. One of the fangirls looked rather disgruntled. 'Why can't we run after James Lafferty?' she pouted. Another one of the girls shrugged. 'Plot purposes.'

'Eh ...' Frodo glanced up at Legolas. 'Shouldn't you be Sam?'

'Oh ...' said Legolas shiftily. 'He ... had something to do.'

Halfway across the planet, Sam was tied to a large goal-hoop, surrounded by a bunch of little kids with water guns. 'Er ... help?' he called out helplessly.

Back to the present situation ...

'Hey, look!' Frodo bent over and picked something out of a mud puddle. 'Eww,' he wiped his muddy hand on his cloak, and studied the object he had picked up. It was a pair of glasses. Shattered glasses. But for some odd reason ... his hand was reacting very oddly to it ...

'Let me see,' said Legolas, tossing a piece of used tissue over his shoulder. The group of rabid fangirls raced forwards and began tearing at each other's hair, trying to get to the unsanitary piece of former tree trunk.

'No!' Frodo clutched the glasses harder, his eyes flashing wildly. 'Mine!'

Legolas frowned and swished his long blonde hair which had never been that evident in the books. The fangirls promptly fainted. 'Whatever.' He took out a script. 'We should be destroying it now, right?'

'No destroy!' cried Frodo, who was now foaming at the mouth.

'Eh ... okay, let's got to Mount Doom for ... some cupcakes. Yeah, cupcakes.'

'Cupcakes?' Frodo's eyes brightened.

Legolas nodded solemnly.

Harry, however, was quite oblivious to what had just happened. 'I can't find my glasses!' he stated matter-of-factly. Snapping-Fingers appeared at his side, sighed and rolled her eyes. She scurried away, to where a group of girls were busy painting a banner with fabric-paint, and using their hands to print a border around it. She muttered something to them, sat down next to them and proceeded to paint her palm with some green paint.