The Magical tale of the Mischievous Malfoys
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Chapter Six: Hedwig and the (going to the) Hospital!
(Flash Forward to Next Thursday)
Harry stood on the Astronomy Tower, stroking his pet owl, Hedwig. Glowing white in the darkness, she sat very calmly- or lazily- on his stable arm. She had a letter tied to her leg. It was addressed to Sirius Black. Even though Sirius, Harry's godfather had died the previous year, Harry refused to stop sending him letters. He stood with his arm straight out in front of him, Hedwig perched on it. "GO, HEDWIG!" He shouted to the feathery lump that was on his arm. But Hedwig refused to budge. Harry, disgruntled, shook his arm around to dislodge her, and eventually, with a fluttery "Squawk" she flew away into the darkness.
As Harry trudged back to the Gryffindor common room, adjusting his glasses, two figures leaped out of the darkness and pinned him to the floor.
"You're coming with us, Mister Potter," one of them said.
"Yeah, yo. You's gonna follow us, H-Dawg," the other stated.
The two as-yet-unknown (to Harry…) persons dragged the famous Mister Potter out past the grounds, and into a carriage. (At this time it was approximately 11:00.) The carriage carted them past hill and vale, over the river and through the woods, and hither and yon, until they reached their destination.
Their destination was… the London Underground. As they boarded the train, the clock struck midnight. Harry looked at Ron. "Midnight already?" Harry inquired.
"Fo shizzle," Ron oh-so-eloquently said.
The next moment, as Harry went to look at his second captor, his gaze passed a brown-haired girl, apparently riding the train home from work, sitting on a seat opposite them. She was totally oblivious to the newest passengers of the train compartment. Her friend, the blonde lass sitting next to her, was reading a book, but occasionally would look around curiously.
The brunette was sitting, humming along to the music on her iPod, knitting a green-and-silver scarf, minding her own business. Harry immediately sat down next to her and began giggling. Taking her headphones off, the girl looked at him, confused, and said simply "Can I help you?"
When there was no answer from her giggling, bespectacled counterpart, she re-applied the headphones and began to mind her own business again.
Her friend, however, scrutinized this newest member of the train compartment fiercely, but then turned back to her book, chuckling to herself. When she looked up again, her line of vision passed over the other two people standing next to the door. They really were quite silly, she thought. One of them was gangly with red hair, and the other one was ANCIENT looking. The red-haired boy was scrutinizing her just as fiercely as she had scrutinized everyone else, and his eyes caught the writing on her shirt. His face lighted up with glee.
"Yes! Ireland ROCKS!" he said, referring to her shirt.
She looked at him, unsure of what to think. Suddenly, she pulled a round, yellow object out of her bag. "Lemon?" she asked him, offering him the fruit.
"Thanks, yo…" he said, taking the lemon. "Hey, yo…" he continued. "This lemon is damaged like whoa, yo!" He pointed to a bruise on the fruit.
The blonde girl looked at him, confused. "It's…not my lemon," she said, and continued reading her book.
Meanwhile, Harry continued to giggle and stare. The girl finished the round on her scarf and attempted to turn off her iPod. It was, however, being inspected thoroughly by a tall man with a long white beard, wearing what appeared to be a dress. Confused, she took the MP3 player out of his wrinkled hands and said, "This is mine. I'm…" (she motioned to the door) LEAVING now. Have a nice day… I guess." She proceeded to exit the compartment.
Harry slumped where he sat. "Lost another one," he whimpered. He then extracted a flask from his back (BUTT) pocket, took a swig, curled up on the train seat, and went to sleep.
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Chapter… out!
The "GO, HEDWIG" thing is from the Royal Tenenbaums.
"Damaged Lemons" are from a Blonde Redhead album.
"Yes! Ireland ROCKS!" is from a creepy guy in a record store.
The part where the blonde girl says "It's not my lemon" was stolen from something I can't remember right now.
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