Disclaimer: once again, character's arent mine. and there's a Firefly quote in this chapter! YES! enjoy!
Chapter two:
Harry, Ron and Hermione walked up to the little boy. The first year took one look at them and shat himself, as they were bigger, tougher, stronger and fresher than he. They looked mean as they stopped right in front of him.
"Move it!" Harry scowled. The first year shook with fear as he tried to stand his ground.
"What do you guys think you're doing?" he asked fearfully as he got shoved out of the way.
"we aim to miss-behave." Said Harry.
The first year found this quote familiar but didn't have time to ask Harry where he got it from as he heard Dobby walk out of the Great Hall. The little first year ran off towards the broom cupboard. The broom cupboard was always a last resort for everyone as it was the first place any person with some common sense would look. He hastily closed the door while the trio swiftly hid behind the portrait.
"He'll never find us here." Said Ron.
Dobby came out of the Great Hall. He walked to the broom cupboard and opened the door.
"I found my first hider!" he said as he allowed the first year to run out of the closet and into the holding area where all the people found was being seated, ready for the next game.
"Awesome!" said Ron. Dobby heard him. He walked over to the portrait.
"Excuse me, did you say anything?" he asked the man in the portrait.
"Uh…I could of." Said the old man in the portrait, moving his eyes left and right slyly.
"Who said something around here?" asked Dobby angrily. The old man loved annoying the shit out of Dobby, and he was determined to succeed in doing so.
"it could have been me. I don't know. It came from me. Did it sound like me?" the old man asked.
"I don't know! I'm asking you! You should know!" shouted Dobby.
Ron spoke up. "I said it." He said.
"And who is that?" asked Dobby curiously.
"My name is Dermot. I'm an illusion. Your illusion."
"What! An illusion? How do I know you're not playing?" asked Dobby.
"Well because I can do this…illusion!" said Ron spookily as he moved a foot up to kick Dobby in the shins.
"Hmmm…I see. Ok then. You are the real McCoy! I believe you now." Said Dobby.
"Cool…wait…serious?" asked Ron, surprised.
"Yes." Said Dobby, being very serious indeed.
"Cool!" said Ron, laughing stupidly. Dobby was very scared.
"I'm going to go over here now." He said and moved quickly out of the room.
Dobby was gone. The trio had won. They felt so pleased with themselves as they came out from their hiding places after the game had finished and everyone had been found. Harry, being the team leader and all, beamed with pride as everyone applauded their courage, intelligence, strength and of course freshness. He smiled at his trust-worthy sidekicks as they smiled back at him, knowing full well they had beaten the best at this game. Harry decided to say something.
"Well, it was a hard journey, but we succeeded in the end. We had to fight dangerous monsters, kill many evil men, save damsels in distress, shove a little kid from his only hiding place and pretend to be an illusion that Dobby's mind had created, but hell it was worth it. We did what we had to, to ensure that we would fight another day. And guess what fella's? We will! We live to fight another glorious day! And what does this make us, Hermione?"
He turned and looked at Hermione. She spoke up.
"Big, Damn Heroes, sir?" She said.
"Yes, Hermione. Big Damn Heroes!" Harry Declared.
As Harry walked up to his dorm to go to bed, he smiled to himself. He was the best leader around he thought. He was smart, witty, strong and fresh. Oh yes, he was fresh. And modest! Humbly modest! His modesty amazed him really. Wow, he thought to himself, for someone so, so great and handsome and really, really cool, he sure was modest.
He climbed into bed and started thinking about tomorrow. Another day, another game…would he be the winner again? who knew, who knew…