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46. Parakeets can not be used to deliver the post.
122. I am not allowed to transfigure Ron's clothes into spiders.
- especially while he's wearing them.
125. Not allowed to stare at Draco Malfoy, laugh manically, then walk away.
It was a new day at Hogwarts, and the students were eating breakfast, when the post came. It was nothing unusual, until three parakeets came in. One was blue, one was green, and one was yellow. Suspended between the three birds was a letter. The parakeets landed in front of Harry. Harry untied the three brightly colored birds and opened the letter. It read as follows: "If you're reading this then it worked!"
No one was quite sure where the letter had come from. Then the parakeets flew over to Bree and she began cooing at them and feeding them millet. It became quite clear after that.
It was fourth year and Harry had just been entered as the fourth member of the tri-wizard cup. Ron was being a jerk about it. He was sure that Harry had entered himself and complained to anyone who would listen about how his best friend hadn't told him anything. Bree was getting fed up with it.
One day in the Great Hall she had had enough. Ron was complaining loudly to some Hufflepuffs. Bree quickly drew her wand and cast a spell. Ron was no longer complaining. Now he was screaming. This was probably due to the fact that he was in his underwear, covered in spiders.
Bree hopped up onto the closest table and made an announcement. "If anyone else has anything to say about the Harry Potter and the God damn tournament, keep it to yourself or face your worst fear like Ron over here" she gestured to the boy that was now fainted on the floor. No one said anything. Bree hopped off the table and stormed out of the hall.
Draco was walking down the hall to his next class, one of the few he didn't have with Crabbe or Goyle, when he felt like he was being watched. He turned and found Bree staring intensely at him.
"What do you want, mud blood?" he snarled at her.
Bree grinned in a terrifying way that looked a bit out of place on the Gryffindor. Then she began laughing. It was a horrible kind of possessed laughter that made Draco wish he wasn't alone in the hall with the girl. Suddenly the laughter cut off. Bree's face went blank. She turned a walked away. Draco stared at the girl as she disappeared around a corner, then quickly sprinted the rest of the way to class.
Who else thought that Ron was a jerk in the fourth book?
Also, anyone want to guess the year that Bree terrified Draco?
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