Ash: Why thnk you, darling. :) I'm happy you enjoy it.
Kelli: Thank you. :) I have the first 9 chapters of this written, so I'll update them pretty fast but it will take a while to get to the tenth chapter since I'm currently writing something else. So I'm trying to space the first 9 chapters out sort of far...
CHAPTER 5: LEGOS
"And now, Harry Potter, you shall die!" a high squeaky voice echoed through the almost empty Gryffindor common room.
A high tower in the center of the room made of Lego's was suddenly knocked over as Harry ran through it, holding a miniscule clone of himself in his right hand. "No! I will never die at your hands, Voldemort!" he said in a squeaky voice as he shoved his hand towards Ron, who was holding a tiny copy of Voldemort in his hand.
"Yes you will!" Ron squeaked.
"No I won't!" Harry squeaked back.
"Yes, you will!" Ron said, his voice a little higher than the average squeak.
"No, I will not!" Harry practically yelled.
Ron threw the little figure he held in his hand at Harry, "Yes, Harry Potter, you will die!" he screamed.
Harry threw his figure of himself at Ron's forehead and took a few steps towards him. "You'll never kill me!" he said as he drew his wand.
Ron grabbed his wand and pointed it at Harry's heart. "DIE!"
"NO!"
Hermione walked down from the girls' dormitory at this moment and gave them both strange looks and sighed. "You do realize, Ron, that you're about to curse your best friend and lover; and Harry you realize that Ron is not actually Lord Voldemort, don't you?" she raised an eyebrow at them.
"Of course," Ron mumbled.
"Well, obviously," Harry shrugged.
"Okay," Hermione pushed her way through the giant Lego castle towards the portrait hole.
"Where're you off to?" Ginny's voice reverberated through the room.
"What's it to you?" Hermione said viciously, as she turned to see the redhead coming down the stairs of the girls' dormitories.
"Nothing," Ginny spat at her, pushing past her brother and Harry as she made her way towards Hermione. "Just wondering," she shrugged.
Hermione turned her back on Ginny and went quickly through the portrait hole, disappearing towards the staircase as she made her way to the dungeons, closely followed by Ginny.
Hermione raced down the stairs, Ginny right on her tail.
"He's mine!" Ginny screamed, elbowing her way past Hermione as she ran out of the Grand Staircase and into the Entrance Hall.
"No, he's mine!" Hermione grabbed Ginny by the hair and pulled her out of the way as she ran down the steps to the Dungeons.
It was a close race, I must say.
Who wins?
I don't know.
For now we are far away, yet again, checking up on our dear little Voldy-poo and our slippery little friend Lucius.
Still lost on why he's called that? Me, too.
Anywho, Lucius and Voldemort sat, their hands upon their chins, deep in thought, and surrounded by their fellow Death Eaters. Well, Lucius' fellow Death Eaters and Voldemort's - well, just his Death Eaters.
"My dear Death Eaters," Voldemort began in his cold voice. "I have brought you here tonight to tell you of my brilliant plans to destroy Harry Potter!"
"Again," someone coughed from the crowd.
Again, Voldemort stood up so quickly that Lucius screamed like a girl and fell over. People tend to do that a lot in this fic, don't they? It's entirely the writer's fault. Blame them.
"Who said that?" Voldemort screamed.
No one answered.
And can you blame them?
I mean, come on, Voldemort will probably kill whoever said it.
He's not a very nice guy.
Who's to say--
Ahem, right, back to the story.
Voldemort stared coldly into the eyes of each of his "faithful" Death Eaters. "And I thought you all were faithful Death Eaters." Didn't we all?
"I said, who said that!" Voldemort said shrilly.
"We heard you the first time," the same voice replied.
Voldemort's head whipped around. "Why don't you come out and face me like a man?" Voldemort inquired, "Too afraid of me, are you?"
"No," said the voice.
"Well then why don't you come to me, so I can see you, face to face?"
"Because."
Voldemort let out a deep breath. "Where are you?"
"Here," the voice said.
"Where is here?" Voldemort said, now looking around frantically.
"Wow, not the brightest crayon in the box now, are you?" the voice says, and then gives a high pitched laugh, "Here, is here."
You could see the anger on Voldemort's face.
No really, someone seemed to have written "ANGER" on his forehead.
Voldemort's eyes looked upward as he tried to rub it off.
Nope, it permanent.
Poor Voldy-poo.
Hermione sprinted in front of Ginny as she jumped the last few steps into the Dungeons and made a sharp left, then a sharp right, then a left, then another left, then a right, and another left, and a right again, go straight, take the center corridor; AHA!
There it is.
The entrance to the Slytherin common room.
Hermione got there first and began to pound on the door. Not like anyone could hear her, but she still pounded on the door with her pretty little fists.
"Open up, Draco!"
At that moment Ginny came hurdling into the corridor, smacking into Hermione and knocking them both to the ground.
"Well, isn't this a sight?" Blaise Zabini spoke from the other end of the corridor; obviously he was on his way to the Slytherin common room and had come upon the two girls lying on top of each other.
I'd think it was a sight, too.
Hermione pushed Ginny off of her and stood up. "We're notgay like Harry and Ron, Blaise!" she exclaimed, kicking Ginny before she could stand up, "Let me into the common room."
"You're not a Slytherin," Blaise said, coolly.
"So; I have business to attend to," Hermione said, kicking Ginny again.
"With whom?" Blaise said, a wide smirk spreading across his face.
"Draco Malfoy!" Hermione and Ginny yelled together.
Hasn't that happened once before?
Eh, whatever.
Blaise looked from one girl to the other - and started to laugh. Uncontrollably.
Oh no, not this again.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You Slytherins are all alike, aren't you?" she said, more of a statement than a question.
Blaise continued to laugh.
Ginny looked sideways at Hermione. Hermione nodded.
The two girls rushed forward and began kicking Blaise. "Let – us – into – the – common - room!" Ginny screeched, saying the words between punches and kicks she was emitting onto Blaise.
"Alright, alright!" Blaise yelled, pushing the two Gryffindor girls off of him and walking up to the wall.
"Open Sesame," he said, and at once the wall disappeared, showing a small, dimly lit corridor, which was surrounded by paintings of snakes, and at the end, there was a bright light.
Light at the end of the – err, corridor?
Hermione and Ginny gave each other hateful looks and ran into the corridor.
"Draco!" Ginny yelled as she ran, tripping Hermione and watching her bushy head fall to the ground, laughing as she did so.
Blaise looked strangely at the two girls running ahead of him, then shrugged and started to whistle, turning and walking the opposite way.