Harry Potter and the Broom Closet of Brooms

Voices in My Head

Harry was serving his four-hour detention his Jackov Brukindik by helping him sort out his fan mail. Needless to say, he… actually it's so needless I won't even say it.

They weren't looking at each other, so Harry was okay with it for the moment.

"This is definitely the life to live, Harry my son," Bruk told him.

"Whatever, and I'm not your son," Harry retaliated.

"I'm actually quite surprised you aren't as famous as me. After all you're the one that drove Bob (A/N: Voldemort in my story) away."

"And I'd rather not speak of it."

"So noble. Won't even talk about the guy who killed his parents."

"Right," Harry said, flinching.

"You know, I always wondered if it weren't your parents that were killed, would it have been you?"

"Not sure," Harry growled.

"Not only that, but how could he kill them, but not you?"

"I don't know," he said as he scratched the table.

"You saw them being killed, right?"

"Yes." Harry clutched a quill.

"Did he kill your mother first, or your father?"

"Don't know." He squeezed it harder.

"You know, sometimes before a man kills a woman, he rapes her. Did he happen to-"

Bruk fell silent. Harry was about to stab him but he stopped, too. They both stared open-mouthed at one of Bruk's fan letters.

It contained a picture of Hermione, only she was completely naked and posing. A note taped to the photo read, "From your secret admirer, Ms. Hermione Granger. P.S., note the 'Ms.' in my name."

Suddenly, Bruk started to act as if he was choking. Then, he fell back in his chair and fainted. It appeared that he had suffered a heart attack.

Harry stared at Bruk for a few seconds, and then quickly grabbed the picture, folded it up, and ran out of the office.

Harry walked down the corridors whispering some kind of tune. That's when he heard-

"Harry. Harry."

Harry looked around to see who it was. When he didn't see anyone, he shrugged and carried on. Then he heard it again.

"Harry. I'm gonna get you, Harry."

Harry stopped.

"What?"

"That's right. I'll find you, and I'll tear your head off."

"Who are you?" Harry said, more frightened.

"All you need to know is that I'm gonna kill ya!"

Harry started to speed walk.

"I'll get ya! I'll get ya!"

Harry broke out into a sprint.

"You can't escape! I'M GONNA GET YOU, SUCKA!"

WHAM! A fist collided with Harry's face. He fell to the ground. He looked up to see that it was just Dave. He was with Ron and Hermione.

"Ow, Dave, why did you do that?" Harry asked.

"Well, he did it for me," Hermione said. "You have me so worried. Where were you all afternoon?"

He started to answer, but then-

"I'll get ya. I'll get ya."

"No! Stay away from me!" Harry screamed.

"What?" Hermione said.

"Didn't you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That voice!"

"What voice?"

"This voice."

"No! Stay away!" Harry screamed and then ran away.

Dave, Ron, and Hermione followed after him.

Harry ran full speed past a corner.

"No! Stop! Please!"

Suddenly, he slipped and fell flat on his back. He couldn't move very well. He could turn his head, and to his right, he saw a line of spiders marching passed him (on a dry surface, of course).

Ron, Hermione, and Dave finally got there. Ron saw the spiders and screamed.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Sp-sp-sp-sp-sp-spid-er-er-ers," Ron stammered.

"Well, that's-"

"Look!" Harry shouted.

He pointed to the wall. On it was written in blood: "THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS IS NOW OPEN 24 HOURS A DAY. ANYONE WHO I CONSIDER AN ENEMY WILL BE KILLED. THAT INCLUDES"

It appeared that the writer ran out of blood.

"Includes who?" Hermione asked, worried.

Harry was looking at something else. Hanging from a lamp, Mrs. Norris was hung from a rope around her neck. Dave saw this as well.

"Man!" He shouted. "Of all the ways to kill someone, why would you- See, that's not right!"

Suddenly, about two hundred students and their teachers filled the area. They all gasped at the four students with the hung cat and writings on the wall.

"Mrs. Norris!"

Filch came up and stared tearfully at his only friend. Then, he glared at Harry and started choking him.

"I'm gonna kill you!"

"Argus!"

Dumbledore had arrived. Filch immediately let down.

"He killed my cat!"

"She not dead," Dumbledore said. "She's been Petrified."

"Actually, sir," Dave spoke up, "from what I've seen, if someone's like that, that means their dead."

"David, I'm two hundred years old, I know my shit," Dumbledore said. "You four come with me."

They all followed Dumbledore to whatever horrible fate they'd face.

I'm cutting the chapter short because I have to leave to go on a week-long vacation. Sorry I'm a day late, but it's better than me not updating for another two weeks, which is what would've happened. Thanks for reading!

P.S. the film I'm Gonna Get You Sucka! Is a movie that Keenen Ivory Wayans starred in, wrote, and directed in 1988.