Harry Potter and the Figs of Viktor Krum
Disclaimer: All the characters and places and plots from the past and yada yada yada were not created by me but by JK Rowling.
It was a foggy sky in the Great Hall when Hermioned recieved a small package from her friendly penpal Viktor Krum.
"Golly gee!" she exclaimed, "A package from Vicky!" She excitedly opened the envelope with a letter that was very friendly indeed!
"A little too friendly, I'd say!" grumbled Ron, reading over her shoulder.
"Nonsense!" replied Hermione, "We're just pen pals!"
Harry snorted his pumpkin juice. Hermione and Ron stared.
"Sorry," he muttered, snickering to himself.
"Anyway," Hermione continued, embarressed, "Apparently he's sent me some lovely figs!"
"Figs! Why ever would you want figs?" growled Ron jealously.
"They're not just any figs!" gasped Harry, who was now reading the letter, "They're Super Maximum All Purpose Fighter Figs!"
"Um..."
"Open it Hermy-own! Open it!" cried Harry.
Hermione excitedly opened the package and inside were 10 perfect looking figs. Hermione reached for one.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ron bellowed, jumping on the table and knocking the figs out of her hands. They flew in every direction. "Don't let them fool you! They're working for Voldemort! They've come to assassinate Harry!"
Hermione and Harry gasped as the figs sprouted swords.
"A ha!" the leader of the figs shouted, jumping onto the table, swords drawn. "Ve are going to keel ze 'Arry Pottah!"
"Oh no you don't!" shouted Hermione. All three of them pulled out their swords and valiantly fought the figs until they realised that it wasn't going anywhere.
"This is annoying!" exclaimed Hermione. She zapped the figs with her wand.
"Nooo!" moaned the figs, before they fried into nothingness.
"HAHAHA!" laughed Harry.
And then a fig jumped up and stabbed him.
The End.