A/N: Hi, everyone! I hope you're all surviving the exam season/having a good summer. Thank you for being patient with waiting for updates!

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TO SourYoyo (Guest) and all other confused people: I am Breeze :) Tawny is my friend, and one of my cowriters on this joint account.

Due to the results of the poll, in this chapter, the cast of HP will be reacting to Honest Trailers- Harry Potter by the Screenjunkies. Enjoy!

The first people to walk into the Great Hall for the next meeting were met in a strange, and slightly terrifying, sight indeed.

It appeared that the long break between videos had not been enough time to quell Voldemort's… fiery passion from the end of the previous meeting. This was made obvious by the fact that he was the first to arrive, and was entertaining himself with a Muggle cigarette lighter. He held the flickering flame so close to his face that if he had a proper nose, the tip of it may have melted. He flicked the lighter on and off, his evil grin pronounced in the light.

Dumbledore pitied the eager group of first years who had arrived before the other students. Luckily for them, the rest of the crowd didn't take long to rush in and save them from the situation. Everyone was bubbling with excitement.

Dumbledore hummed pleasantly to himself, nonchalantly braiding his beard as he watched the last few people enter. It was good to be back.

"I do apologize for the long wait you all had to endure," Dumbledore said to the group. He chuckled when he saw that many people were leaning forwards in anticipation as he wiggled the mouse to wake up the laptop.

Voldemort looked up from his lighter with a scowl. "What took so long, Santa?"

James raised an eyebrow. "That was terrible."

"Shut up, mudbl- Er, blood traitor…?" Voldemort looked to Lucius desperately. With an understanding pat on the shoulder, Lucius handed him the copy of Insults for Evil Dummies he'd been reading.

"Siriusly, though," Sirius asked with a grin. "Why were we left hanging for so long?"

"There were some complications with the connection," Dumbledore explained. "Even with the anti-technology wards down, sometimes Muggle technology doesn't work as well as one would like."

"WiFi problems," a stereotypical Muggleborn teenager hissed with a shudder.

"But everything is under control now," said the Headmaster with a smile, "so let's begin, shall we?" He opened the YouTube tab and pressed play.

The first thing to appear on the screen was a single white block of text, which a few people recognized as a YouTube comment. It read, [I beg of you! HARRY POTTER!] Many comments with similar requests and demands followed, appearing on the screen at a more frequent pace.

"Popular enough yet, Harry?" Fred asked with a grin.

Narrator: Okay, already!

The next screen announced in large text, "THE FOLLOWING IS AN HONEST MOVIE TRAILER; A SCREEN JUNKIES ORIGINAL PRODUCTION."

"It's that thing about movies again," Ron pointed out. "Why do the Muggles keep saying we're in one of their movies?"

"I'm not sure," Hermione said, her facial expression showing her confusion. "I did some research during the break-"

"Of course you did."

"-But I didn't find anything. Do you know anything about this, Professor?"

Dumbledore just smiled to himself.

From JK Rowling, the author of the series that kept Borders open for another few years, comes the movie adaptation for people too lazy to read.

At the next clip of Uncle Vernon shoveling ice cream into his mouth, Harry and the twins burst into laughter. "That's your uncle, right?" George asked Harry with a grin. "He was almost too lazy to save his precious boy after our prank." This led to more laughter.

Harry Potter!

Hagrid: Yer a wizard, Harry.

Hagrid beamed as he appeared on the screen.

Narrator: When an evil, nose-less freak threatens to take over the world-

"Hey! How many times do I have to tell you Muggles-"

-it's up to this boy wizard, his totally useless friend, and his superior-in-every-way hot lady friend to defeat him. Uh, and when I said hot, I only meant in the last three movies after she turned eighteen - hah - pervs.

Hermione scrunched up her nose in disgust, and Ron looked quite offended. Harry just sighed in annoyance. The narrator was already getting on their nerves, though a few other people in the room snickered.

Journey along as they travel to a magical boarding school where kids learn potions, spells, and divination, but not English, math, or science. Where technology seems to be frozen in the 19th century, replacing cell phones and the internet with quill pens and owls, and where child endangerment is totally no big deal.

Clips of dangerous occurrences played as the narrator paused, including Slytherin's basilisk attacking Harry and Ginny, Hermione dodging the troll's club, acromantulas flooding through the forest, the hijacked bludger nearly killing Harry, etc, etc. Lily and Molly winced, sending looks of concern towards their children.

My goodness!

As clips of students in danger continued to play, McGonagall exclaimed, "I still have no idea how this school hasn't been shut down yet."

Seriously, how have they not shut this school down yet?

McGonagall sent a pointed look towards Dumbledore. He popped a lemon drop into his mouth. "Well, Minerva, at least there has not been a death in over fifty years." Voldemort pouted.

A franchise so epic, it took 10 years, 8 films, 4 directors, and 2 Dumbledores to tell. Featuring:

The one that started it all;

The one everyone hates;

The one everyone loves;

The one with shovel-face;

A few laughs were directed at Cedric, who looked quite offended. "It's not my fault that my alternate-universe self isn't as cool as me!"

The one with the raging hormones;

The one where Dumbledore dies– Oh, spoiler alert;

"Wait a second." Harry dove for the mouse, pausing the video in the middle of the narration. "We really need to talk about this for a second. The Muggles obviously know of us as characters in some sort of movie. But where are we in this movie timeline? I mean, currently, while watching this. You're supposed to be dead-" He pointed at his parents and Sirius- "And you… and you… Pretty much half of the people here have died. And I killed you!" Voldemort stuck his tongue out at his rival. "How are we all here, watching this? How is this even possible? How-"

"Hush, Harry," Dumbledore said with a small frown. "We have to be careful or we'll break the fourth wall."

"What?"

"Nothing. Perhaps I will be able to explain all of this at a later date. For now, let us continue."

Harry reluctantly clicked on the play button.

The one you can skip;

And the one that made adults cry like little babies.

"I won't even ask about the whole movie thing again… But why are they all named after Potter? I'm quite important and clearly the coolest person here." Voldemort flipped his lighter and dove to catch it; however, it bounced out of his reach and clattered to the floor. Pale skin darkening in a blush, he flicked his wand to conjure some snazzy sunglasses onto his face. He smirked in satisfaction for a brief moment… before, due to his lack of a nose, the sunglasses also fell to the floor. Ignoring the mocking laughter around him, he fell back in his seat, crossing his arms and pouting once more.

Follow our heroes as they transform from adorable youngsters struggling to act-

Harry: I… can't be a… a /wizard/.

Narrator: -to awkward tweens, to barely legal heartthrobs, to young adults pretending to look like grownups. Ron really let himself go…

"Oi!"

bitness the magic that will dazzle you with questions like:

'If magic is supposed to be secret-'

Snape: You have risked the exposure of our world!

Narrator: '-why is their doorway in the most highly trafficked subway station in London?'

'Why are all the bullies in one House-'

Sorting Hat: Slytherin!

Narrator: '- and why don't they just expel them?'

"House stereotypes!" Shouted an indignant fourth year.

And, 'isn't it disturbing that this rat on Ron's crotch is actually a grown man?' Eugh!

At that comment, Ron's face morphed into one of absolute disgust. If looks could kill, Wormtail would have been repeatedly stabbed and dropped dead in an instant under the intense glares of Sirius and Lupin. Instead, he was left red in the face and sputtering.

Relive the excitement of acclaimed British thespians yelling nonsense-

The video now showed clips of many of the adults in the group, with text listing names they'd never heard of and awards they didn't know they'd ever won. McGonagall, for example, was left in confusion upon seeing a clip of herself listing the House names, with the screen reading "Academy Award Winner Dame Maggie Smith." The most notable of these clips was arguably one of Dumbledore calling out "Rubeus Hagrid!"; this left many giggling at the Muggles' view of the name as "yelling nonsense." Hagrid, while proud to have been included, was not as pleased as he had been earlier.

-battles that would have been way cooler with lightsabers… or if they just moved around a little more-

"True," murmured a few Muggleborns sporting Star Wars t-shirts.

-and Rupert Grint's dumb face.

"My face is not dumb! And my name isn't Rupert Grint!" Ron frowned.

Starring…

Luke Skypotter;

The aforementioned Star Wars lovers cheered.

Ginger Spice;

Your First Crush;

Warwick Davis;

Professor Hans Gruber;

Claudio Miranda;

Hairy Old Man;

James snorted, and Sirius punched him playfully in the shoulder.

Warwick Davis;

Forest Whitaker;

Hodor;

Michal Jackson;

At this, Voldemort jumped up and began performing the Thriller dance. Upon receiving strange looks from those familiar with the reference, he stopped mid-Thriller and sat down slowly. "I know what that is because… reasons… Hehe…"

Lindsay Lohan;

Warwick Davis;

Vladimir Putin;

Larry King;

Gandalf the Gay;

And Warwick Davis-

By the end of this long list, many Muggleborns were left breathless with laughter at the references to recognizable Muggle actors. "Lindsey Lohan! True, though!" one shouted.

Flitwick and Griphook were just confused. "We're definitely different people, you know," Flitwick piped up awkwardly.

HARRY POTTER!

…So… Quidditch makes absolutely no sense, right? A 150-point ball? That's just nonsense right there!

"OI!" James jumped up from his seat. "One does not simply insult the glorious game that is Quidditch! This is blasphemy!" Harry grinned at his father, and Lupin, chuckling, pulled his friend back down into his seat.

As the video ended, the narrator reached his conclusion with seemingly random nonsense.

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'You shall not pass!'

'I love lamp.'

'They're eating her! And then they're going to eat me! Oh my goooooood!'

'How's it going, royal ugly dudes?'

'Allison, I love you. Will you marry me?'

A girl named Allison's cheeks went pink.

'What the hell is a Hufflepuff?'

The video ended and Dumbledore closed the laptop before the Hufflepuffs could say anything. He turned to the group. "I know you all have many questions, but as I told Harry before, I cannot answer them yet." He smiled sadly upon hearing sighs of annoyance and disappointment from the crowd. "I apologize. I hope you enjoyed the video despite the confusion, or at least learned more about the Muggles' views of us from it. I will see you all again for the next video, I hope."

This prompted most of the group to leave. Harry waved to Dumbledore as he passed, and the man smiled pleasantly back at the boy.

Soon, only Voldemort was left, struggling to keep the sunglasses on his face with a frown. He looked almost sad for a moment. With a flick of Dumbledore's wand, the sunglasses stayed snugly plastered to the Dark Lord's face. Voldemort looked up in surprise.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with… pity? "Nice sunglasses, Tom."

Voldemort stared at Dumbledore with a blank expression before his features morphed into a scowl. "Don't expect me to thank you." He got up and left with a dramatic swish of his cloak. Dumbledore picked up the laptop and his bag of lemon drops and followed his former student out of the room.

I just realized that I'm updating this on this fic's second birthday. I haven't updated nearly enough in two years, but I wanted to thank you all for still being interested after all this time!

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Don't forget to check my profile for the next video poll, and feel free to leave more suggestions in the comments. Thanks for reading!

~Breeze