Chappy 11:

Thank you reviewers! I used some of your inspiration!

It's been a while, sorry! I've gotten busy; too many tests….stupid school! Ggrrr…..

O! I'm sorry that I spell bad and my grammar is off….if anyone cares, it's just that I type these really fast and I read them over fast to and the stupid spell checker doesn't work….so I'm sorry, it bothers me too…

Anyway, here it is! The hopefully long awaited chapter!

Harry sat there staring at the parchment. His pen was posed in the "ready to write position" and boy was he ready to write! He was just sssoooo excited to write an essay about how Sir Pampypoof was appointed Minister of Magic in 1856. Mr. Binns was impossible! Did he even teach that stuff? Harry wouldn't have known; he had spent the whole class in a snoring slumber. What he REALLY wanted to do was go free all the fish fingers into the wild! But alas, he had to write an essay. But hey, he was defnatly ready to do that essay! It was already two weeks late, and graduation was tonight, but it was his final grade, he was READY! Woot! Last essay!

The excitement of the essay was building….

He was so prepped and Ready to go….

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Nothing was coming out onto the paper?

Huh?

That's like totally wacked!

Harry continued to stare at the paper with confusion. Luckily, Hermione comes in and notices his dilemma.

"Harry, you have to actually touch the paper with the pen and actually draw letters that make words! ONTO the paper!"

"………..oh………"

"Oh, rolling elephants, give it here, I'LL do it! If I don't you'll take all night and miss your graduation!"

"………..oh………….."

So the paper got done by Hermione, Harry therefore got an A, blady blah.

GRADUATION TIME!

Graduation time over………..

Okay! Hermione decides to get a job, that's what you do after you graduate afterall! So she starts looking that very night…around 12 am………and finds one! Yay Hermione! Yay!

So, shes got a job.

Harry remembers that he is to kill or be killed by Voldemort so he doesn't want a job, it's not worth it. That was, afterall why he wanted to miss 7th year at the end of 6th year, wasn't it? It was.

He ponders………..

Ron is way too lazy to find a job that night so he ponders too.

Hermione goes to work.

Harry and Ron have their hands on each others chins and are looking up at the stars and pondering……….

Ponder…….

Ponder….. ponder……

They like pondering……

Ron's nose itches………

Ponder……..

Harry itches it….

Ponder ponder ponder……….

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Pondering done! Yay! Phew, that's was some pondering, that was! They better of had some good thoughts or ideas or something out of all that! (my fingers hurt from typing ponder over and over again. : ( )

So….

Now that that's over with, they share their ideas and such:

"If I were a beetle I would be an insect…"

"I want to go to a muggle house and play with those phones…like the time I tried to call you harry…."

"AWSOME! That's sounds great! Lets go!"

"yeah, it's the adult thing to do….i mea, we're socializing with muggles! Learning about them!"

"sure Ron…"

So, they went to the Durusleys house to play with the phones. Before they could call a random number the telemarketers call them.

"HELLO!"

"Yes, hi, I would like to speak to Mr or Mrs Dursely please."

"NO!"

"Why?

"I JUST FELT LIKE SAYING NO!"

"……….."

"I'LL GO ASK IF EITHER OF THEM WANT TO TALK TO YOU…"

"Thank you my dear boy"

"DON"T MENTION IT!"

Ron takes the phone away from his ear, Harry tells him to stop shouting. They plan what to say, Harry hates telemarketers, he always wanted to do this stuff….they would, "learn" about muggles later.

"HEY! Opps…sorry….um, Telemarketer dude? MR Durusley's at work."

"Mrs Dursely is I speak to her?"

"No"

"why?"

"She's a mute…wait! But we'll translate for her!"

"Okay, well tell her that I want to know if her windows are well off."

"She says No"

"Well, my company is a window company and we are willing to sell our window products to her, they are better than her windows now. Ask her what company her windows are from"

"She says she wants to know what company you are"

"We are the Wonder window factory"

"She says that's the company who made the windows she has now and she wants to kill you"

So that guy defiantly hung up. Harry and Ron thought that was funny. Before they had even finished laughing, another telemarketer called. Harry took this one.

"Hello?"

"Hi this is Jane from the Printing company…"

"Jane? Is that you? It is! Hey, Ron, guess what? It's Jane! Yay! Hi Jane!"

"……….Hi?"

"you remember me? O great flying harps, I can't believe it is you!"

"do I know you?"

"It's only ME! Jane! Jane! It's really you! I…."

She had hung up on him. ANOTHER telemarketer called! What is this! I hate typing and pressing "ENTER" so many times! Jeez! Stop calling you stupid telemarketers!

"Hello" Ron took it

"Howdy! I'm an American calling on behalf of your water supplies! Is your mommy there little boy?"

"huh? I'm 18 years old! I'm no little boy!"

"I'm sorry lad! Is she there though"

"no"

"What about your dad?"

"no"

"your sister?"

"no"

"okay, well could you take charge of this call? Do you think your parents are interested in fresh clean water?"

"no"

"No? So, they don't mind drinking dirty polluted kind"

"no"

"Well! That's something yall!"

"no"

The convo. Thus ended. Lucky for the poor typer. Phew!

Wait!

NNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooo………………

ANOTHER! Another telemarketer calls! When will the torture end!

Harry gets it

"hi"

"Hello! Is your mother home?"

"When will this end! IM not a little boy! Im almost 18! Stop asking for my mother you stupid people!"

"uum….okay, but I need to speak to her…"

"WHY NOT ME! I'm old enough!"

"….."

"I CAN BUY STUFF FROM YOU TOO IF I WANT TO! YOU ARE BEING RUDE…."

"Young man, I think you're the one being rude…."

"HA! Me , rude? Your just a telemarketer! ALL TELEMARKETERS ARE RUDE! YOU ALWAYS CALL! ME AND RON HERE ARE JUST TRYING TO CALL…..SOMEONE AND YOU TELEMARKETERS KEEP INTERUPTING US!"

"…Sir, I am not a telemarketer. I'm Mrs. Judy from across the street..."

"……………..oh……………."

"yes, so I would like to speak to your mother, Dudley, I need to have a chat with her as it is but maybe I should have a chat with her about how you answer phones too…."

"….no, I mean, YES! Yes, you need to talk to her about me! Yup, I'm Dudley! Sure, I'll get her! Be sure you mention that I think telemarketers are going to take over the world! Bye now!"

He ran and gave the phone to Dudley and tricked him into giving it to his mom by saying his dad wanted him(Dudley) to do it because he was his real, only, and m,anly son….yadda yadda, anyway, Dudley did it. He got into trouble, Harry and Ron left the house never to return again.

Yay! I've got to go! Stuff to do today! Boring stuff, but it is stuff! Byes guys!

O! and Happy Birthday to MYSPLEEN! Yay!