Everyone watched in horror as the donut made its way for Dumbeldore. Just
as it appeared that all hope would be lost for the headmaster, he reached
out his wrinkly hand and grasped it, catching it in mid air. The look in
his eyes was murderous, and he slowly squeezed the donut until all of its
jelly filling spilled out. Then, he pulled out a sack of lemon drops,
unstuck two, and flung one at a police officer. It hit him in the forehead,
knocking him over.
In rage, another police officer threw a glaze donut that hit Voldemort in the chest. Voldemort grunted and stumbled backwards, before pulling out a hottie hot and throwing it back at the officer. It landed in his mouth, causing him to gurgle and spit because of its hottie hotness. This is when the tension in the room broke at last.
Wizards and witches united to throw lemon drops while Death Eaters joined their master by throwing hottie hots. Donuts and candies were whizzing through the air, quicker than any snitch, deadlier than any one of Snape's glares.
Tod had huddled himself in a corner, rocking himself back and forth while whimpering "This is only an RPG, this is only an RPG. . ."
Pretty Boy Action Man was currently flinging hair gel at anyone, both friend and foe, claiming that people needed to take better care of their hair. Harry screamed and ran away when PABAM came after him.
The first of the good guys to fall was Fleur. A donut hit her across the hand, breaking a nail. Not a little chip like the one she got on the way there, but actually BREAKING it. She fell, in slow motion for dramatic effect. Then, hit the ground in a heap, yet still managing to look beautiful. All the guys in the room swooned, then swelled with rage when they realized she had actually been hit.
Harry yelled and lead an attack, not really understanding how a food fight was going to solve their problems, yet not arguing anyway. Everyone else seemed to think it was perfectly acceptable, so he wouldn't complain.
Sirius, during the whole fiasco, had transformed into a dog again and was eating all the candy off the ground, since it tasted oh so yummy and would be a complete waste just left as it was. He was extra careful to avoid eating any evil donuts though. He knew Moony would be mad with him if he did.
Suddenly, the police seemed to remember they had guns. At the same time, the wizards and witches remembered they had wands. But they all decided they liked the food fight better (less casualties you see) so they promptly forgot their weapons and kept throwing food.
Now, somewhere in reality, far, far away from this fanfic, the real Harry Potter was playing Quidditch. He suddenly got a horrible craving for junk food, like lemon drops and hottie hots and fell fifty feet from his broom and nearly died from it. When he woke up and explained it to Dumbledore, it was a complete mystery to everyone as to why it had happened. They all decided to blame it on Voldemort, and it wasn't spoken of ever again. JK Rowling also decided to delete from her fifth book, so it'll never be spoken of among us. At least you all know the truth.
Back at the battle scene, Ron and his brothers were throwing hottie hots and lemon drops of their own invention (courtesy of the twin's new joke shop project) that gave people third ears, long toe nails, fake eye balls, a silky deep voice. . . oh wait, that was just Snape.
Draco Malfoy was purposely getting up in police officer's faces and spitting, deciding that he might as well use this odd talent to his advantage. "So, you see, by attacking Potter *spit* and ridding us of Potter *spit*, the annoying Potterness *spit* won't be at school and I won't have a stupid Potter *spit* to scream 'Hey Potter!' *spit* at!"
Lucius Malfoy got jelly donut stuck in his long blonde hair. This highly distressed him, for no proper Malfoy would be seen with anything donut like in their hair. So he went running to PABAM who gladly gave him hair gel. Malfoy walked away to rejoin the fight, not knowing that his hair was turning green.
"Enough!" the head policeman screamed, pulling his gun out in the air. Everyone froze and held their breath. . . again. . .
Off in the distance, a swooshing sound could be heard. This sound sounded distinctly like broomsticks. . .
Author's Note: Short and sweet and totally OCC, as it should be. This fic has only two chapters left in it. After this, there will be a sequel called Harry Potter and the Revenge of the Readers. I'll let you take a guess as to what it's gonna be about.
Since it's midnight, actually past midnight, I don't have time to acknowledge reviews. However, if you have questions, e-mail me and I'll answer them in the next update.
Those of you who wanted to be mentioned, you will appear in THE NEXT CHAPTER. That means, if you want to be in this, let me know soon! Whoever wants to be mentioned, say so soon or you will be left out of the finale.
Keep reviewing, cause the more you review, the sooner I'll update. Bye for now!
In rage, another police officer threw a glaze donut that hit Voldemort in the chest. Voldemort grunted and stumbled backwards, before pulling out a hottie hot and throwing it back at the officer. It landed in his mouth, causing him to gurgle and spit because of its hottie hotness. This is when the tension in the room broke at last.
Wizards and witches united to throw lemon drops while Death Eaters joined their master by throwing hottie hots. Donuts and candies were whizzing through the air, quicker than any snitch, deadlier than any one of Snape's glares.
Tod had huddled himself in a corner, rocking himself back and forth while whimpering "This is only an RPG, this is only an RPG. . ."
Pretty Boy Action Man was currently flinging hair gel at anyone, both friend and foe, claiming that people needed to take better care of their hair. Harry screamed and ran away when PABAM came after him.
The first of the good guys to fall was Fleur. A donut hit her across the hand, breaking a nail. Not a little chip like the one she got on the way there, but actually BREAKING it. She fell, in slow motion for dramatic effect. Then, hit the ground in a heap, yet still managing to look beautiful. All the guys in the room swooned, then swelled with rage when they realized she had actually been hit.
Harry yelled and lead an attack, not really understanding how a food fight was going to solve their problems, yet not arguing anyway. Everyone else seemed to think it was perfectly acceptable, so he wouldn't complain.
Sirius, during the whole fiasco, had transformed into a dog again and was eating all the candy off the ground, since it tasted oh so yummy and would be a complete waste just left as it was. He was extra careful to avoid eating any evil donuts though. He knew Moony would be mad with him if he did.
Suddenly, the police seemed to remember they had guns. At the same time, the wizards and witches remembered they had wands. But they all decided they liked the food fight better (less casualties you see) so they promptly forgot their weapons and kept throwing food.
Now, somewhere in reality, far, far away from this fanfic, the real Harry Potter was playing Quidditch. He suddenly got a horrible craving for junk food, like lemon drops and hottie hots and fell fifty feet from his broom and nearly died from it. When he woke up and explained it to Dumbledore, it was a complete mystery to everyone as to why it had happened. They all decided to blame it on Voldemort, and it wasn't spoken of ever again. JK Rowling also decided to delete from her fifth book, so it'll never be spoken of among us. At least you all know the truth.
Back at the battle scene, Ron and his brothers were throwing hottie hots and lemon drops of their own invention (courtesy of the twin's new joke shop project) that gave people third ears, long toe nails, fake eye balls, a silky deep voice. . . oh wait, that was just Snape.
Draco Malfoy was purposely getting up in police officer's faces and spitting, deciding that he might as well use this odd talent to his advantage. "So, you see, by attacking Potter *spit* and ridding us of Potter *spit*, the annoying Potterness *spit* won't be at school and I won't have a stupid Potter *spit* to scream 'Hey Potter!' *spit* at!"
Lucius Malfoy got jelly donut stuck in his long blonde hair. This highly distressed him, for no proper Malfoy would be seen with anything donut like in their hair. So he went running to PABAM who gladly gave him hair gel. Malfoy walked away to rejoin the fight, not knowing that his hair was turning green.
"Enough!" the head policeman screamed, pulling his gun out in the air. Everyone froze and held their breath. . . again. . .
Off in the distance, a swooshing sound could be heard. This sound sounded distinctly like broomsticks. . .
Author's Note: Short and sweet and totally OCC, as it should be. This fic has only two chapters left in it. After this, there will be a sequel called Harry Potter and the Revenge of the Readers. I'll let you take a guess as to what it's gonna be about.
Since it's midnight, actually past midnight, I don't have time to acknowledge reviews. However, if you have questions, e-mail me and I'll answer them in the next update.
Those of you who wanted to be mentioned, you will appear in THE NEXT CHAPTER. That means, if you want to be in this, let me know soon! Whoever wants to be mentioned, say so soon or you will be left out of the finale.
Keep reviewing, cause the more you review, the sooner I'll update. Bye for now!