Emm, by me again im not sur if this chptrs funny or not…so I'd love if use culd tel me wot u tink :D wink, wink, hint, hint…
If u didn't get any of that, it was jus my (un-slytherinlike) sly way of getting u 2 REVIEW! :D :D
CHAPTER 5
So there they were, Harry, Ginny and Kneebo Specly sitting in a circle on the floor of Harry's dormitory, daintily sipping tea and munching on gremlin-made cookies with pictures of Harry's face on them.
"These cookies are good, Kneebo!"
"I know," Kneebo agreed. "I've had eleven months to perfect them."
"Eleven months?" Harry rubbed his chin in confusion, thinking that the action would have been much cooler if he had a goatee there.
"Yes my loveliness. For eleven months I live in Scandanavia with my fellow gremlins but for one month each year I get to come and serve a needy master. And my loveliness, I chose YOOOOOUUUUUU!"
He jumped up and charged at Harry, throwing his cup of tea at Ginny's face and gave him a giant hug.
Harry jumped up too, but in anger. "I am not needy!" he tapped his foot on the ground, his bottom lip trembling.
"Yes, yes you are, as I need to protect you from something veeerryyy EVEL!"
"Voldemort?"
"Oh no, my loveliness. Something far FAR worse than Voldeemont -"
"Voldemort." Harry corrected him.
"Does it matter?"
"Well yes, actually, because if you jumble up the letters of 'I am Lord Voldemort' you get 'Tom Marvolio Riddle' which -"
Crack!
Kneebo slapped him hard across the knees, which was the highest part of Harry he could reach. "You can also get 'Lovor mamo, I tiddle'. But there's something worse than Lord Tiddle out there!"
"Worse than you-know-who?" Ginny echoed, her hand on her heart.
Kneebo nodded gravely, his bright orange eyes full of fear. "There's a legend we gremlin's tell and once every decade it comes true, releasing evil on everything around it."
"What's the legend?" Harry whispered.
"The Chronicles of the Ginger Goatee."
:O :O DUNDDUNNDUN (again)
The chronicles are EVEL now?
Woah…I've just realized Kneebo talks in capitals A LOT.
Review please!