Then the door opened. . .
Dumbledore strode into the room with confidence with Minerva on his right and Harry on his left. Harry had threatened the Dursley's by saying that he'd use his freak power against them if they didn't drive him to the HQ. He amazingly caught up with Dumbledore because Dumbledore had chosen to walk all the way there. No one really knows why.
The wise wizard stood, facing the police officers. There was no twinkle present in his all seeing blue eyes. Cold fury streamed out in torrents. He continued to face the officers, obviously pleased that he was intimidating them. And he stood there. . . and stood there. . . and stood there. . . and stood there. . .
~*Ten minutes later*~
"Ablus?"
"Yes, Minerva?"
"What exactly are you looking at?" By this point, the police were just glaring back, and everyone was getting tired from standing for so long.
"Donuts," was Dumbledore's reply.
"Donuts?" Harry asked, in confusion.
Dumbledore turned to face Harry, causing the child hero to shudder. He had never seen Dumbledore THIS angry before. Not even after the Triwizard Tournament.
The Headmaster crouched down and put one hand on each of Harry's shoulders. "Harry, I must ask you something. Do you remember ever seeing Donuts in the school?"
Harry thought for a moment. "There are other pastries, but not Donuts," he finally said.
Dumbledore nodded his head. "Exactly. Now, Harry, do you know why this is?"
Harry thought again. "No, sir, I don't."
Dumbledore's expression became grave. "The reason is, Harry, that Donuts are the enemy of lemon drops."
At this revelation, everyone exchanged disturbed looks throughout the room. The day had come. Dumbledore had finally lost it.
Dumbledore, being the all knowing sage that he is, seemed to sense their discomfort. "Perhaps I should explain," he said. "Back when I was thirteen years old, and a student of Hogwarts-"
"-several centuries ago," Ron muttered just loud enough for others to hear.
"As I was saying, while I was at Hogwarts there was a contest. This contest was to determine what the favorite muggle treat of the school was. The contestants were lemon drops, Donuts, hottie hots, popcorn, and taffy. In the end, it was a tie between Donuts and lemon drops and all that was left was for my former friend, Betra Yu, and a fellow Gryffindor, to cast his vote. His vote would determine the winner," Dumbledore paused before taking a calming breath. "He betrayed me, Harry. He voted for Donuts."
"But sir, it was just a little vote," Harry said, comfortingly. "Surely that's not that bad?"
"That's where you are mistaken," Dumbledore said firmly. "It was the worst thing possible. For you see, Mr. Potter, later in life Betra Yu grew up to become Grindlewald, my arch enemy. Ever since then, Donuts have been banned from Hogwarts."
All the witches and wizards in the room first gave a sympathetic look to Dumbledore before glaring at the policemen. Donuts were obviously a very evil substance.
Harry suddenly had a thought. "But Headmaster, if Donuts are the mark of evil, why doesn't Voldemort like them?" Everyone turned to look at the evil wizard.
Voldemort replied haughtily, "Who wantsssss Donutsssss anyway? I prefer Hottie Hottssss," he hissed oh so snake like.
"Those came in third," Dumbledore said, to no one in particular.
With all the talking and looking back and forth, no one had noticed that one of the policemen had snuck around, behind them. Pabam noticed it at the last second.
"Dumbledore, look out!" He shouted. Dumbledore whirled around in time to see a Donut streaking toward him.
The room held its breath. . . everyone died from lack of oxygen. The end. Well, not really. Just the end of this chapter.
Author notes: It's been almost three months since I updated this. . . Sorry! Anyway, life's been hectic (When it rains, it pours) and there hasn't really been much for me to feel like laughing about. I doubt this chapter's really funny, but hopefully, the ending will be pleasing.
The next chapter will be called Donuts, Lemon Drops, and Hottie Hots. . . Oh My! and it will have a battle with wizards vs. muggles. Overall, there's only about two or three chapters left to this fic.
If you have any questions, go ahead and e-mail me cause I don't think I'll have enough time to answer reviews. If I do, I'll post it up.
Keep reviewing please, the more reviews there are, the sooner it's likely I'll post. I'll type more asap!
-Mars Raven
Dumbledore strode into the room with confidence with Minerva on his right and Harry on his left. Harry had threatened the Dursley's by saying that he'd use his freak power against them if they didn't drive him to the HQ. He amazingly caught up with Dumbledore because Dumbledore had chosen to walk all the way there. No one really knows why.
The wise wizard stood, facing the police officers. There was no twinkle present in his all seeing blue eyes. Cold fury streamed out in torrents. He continued to face the officers, obviously pleased that he was intimidating them. And he stood there. . . and stood there. . . and stood there. . . and stood there. . .
~*Ten minutes later*~
"Ablus?"
"Yes, Minerva?"
"What exactly are you looking at?" By this point, the police were just glaring back, and everyone was getting tired from standing for so long.
"Donuts," was Dumbledore's reply.
"Donuts?" Harry asked, in confusion.
Dumbledore turned to face Harry, causing the child hero to shudder. He had never seen Dumbledore THIS angry before. Not even after the Triwizard Tournament.
The Headmaster crouched down and put one hand on each of Harry's shoulders. "Harry, I must ask you something. Do you remember ever seeing Donuts in the school?"
Harry thought for a moment. "There are other pastries, but not Donuts," he finally said.
Dumbledore nodded his head. "Exactly. Now, Harry, do you know why this is?"
Harry thought again. "No, sir, I don't."
Dumbledore's expression became grave. "The reason is, Harry, that Donuts are the enemy of lemon drops."
At this revelation, everyone exchanged disturbed looks throughout the room. The day had come. Dumbledore had finally lost it.
Dumbledore, being the all knowing sage that he is, seemed to sense their discomfort. "Perhaps I should explain," he said. "Back when I was thirteen years old, and a student of Hogwarts-"
"-several centuries ago," Ron muttered just loud enough for others to hear.
"As I was saying, while I was at Hogwarts there was a contest. This contest was to determine what the favorite muggle treat of the school was. The contestants were lemon drops, Donuts, hottie hots, popcorn, and taffy. In the end, it was a tie between Donuts and lemon drops and all that was left was for my former friend, Betra Yu, and a fellow Gryffindor, to cast his vote. His vote would determine the winner," Dumbledore paused before taking a calming breath. "He betrayed me, Harry. He voted for Donuts."
"But sir, it was just a little vote," Harry said, comfortingly. "Surely that's not that bad?"
"That's where you are mistaken," Dumbledore said firmly. "It was the worst thing possible. For you see, Mr. Potter, later in life Betra Yu grew up to become Grindlewald, my arch enemy. Ever since then, Donuts have been banned from Hogwarts."
All the witches and wizards in the room first gave a sympathetic look to Dumbledore before glaring at the policemen. Donuts were obviously a very evil substance.
Harry suddenly had a thought. "But Headmaster, if Donuts are the mark of evil, why doesn't Voldemort like them?" Everyone turned to look at the evil wizard.
Voldemort replied haughtily, "Who wantsssss Donutsssss anyway? I prefer Hottie Hottssss," he hissed oh so snake like.
"Those came in third," Dumbledore said, to no one in particular.
With all the talking and looking back and forth, no one had noticed that one of the policemen had snuck around, behind them. Pabam noticed it at the last second.
"Dumbledore, look out!" He shouted. Dumbledore whirled around in time to see a Donut streaking toward him.
The room held its breath. . . everyone died from lack of oxygen. The end. Well, not really. Just the end of this chapter.
Author notes: It's been almost three months since I updated this. . . Sorry! Anyway, life's been hectic (When it rains, it pours) and there hasn't really been much for me to feel like laughing about. I doubt this chapter's really funny, but hopefully, the ending will be pleasing.
The next chapter will be called Donuts, Lemon Drops, and Hottie Hots. . . Oh My! and it will have a battle with wizards vs. muggles. Overall, there's only about two or three chapters left to this fic.
If you have any questions, go ahead and e-mail me cause I don't think I'll have enough time to answer reviews. If I do, I'll post it up.
Keep reviewing please, the more reviews there are, the sooner it's likely I'll post. I'll type more asap!
-Mars Raven