So: there is a story around this. A few years ago, I told this to my sister, and we recorded it. Then I posted a version of the first couple of chapters, but never finished transcribing it. After re-reading, I've decided to dust it off - I've finally got the whole first half transcribed, and I re-edited the earlier chapters to make them better... so, here goes nothing.
As to the possibility of this project being completed: I hope it will be, as I think it's quite funny. Posting this is motivation :). The first story in this series is complete but not transcribed; the story is, at this point, halfway written down. It ended on a pretty satisfying note, no cliffhangers or anything, but I had had thoughts of continuing, so there will be some unresolved threads of the sort that might tie into a larger arc. Hopefully, though, it stands on its own.
THIS IS A RE-EDITED VERSION OF CHAPTER TWO
Chapter 2: A Little Thing
The strange girl was sitting in the corridor, her back to the wall. There was a little thing on her lap, and Voldemort's voice was coming from it. And then Harry's voice came out of it too. They were exchanging Death Threats.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other. They sneaked a little closer to the girl. Harry and Voldemort's voices were still coming out of the thing.
They sneaked a little closer.
The girl looked up. She turned her head, and stared straight at them suspiciously. The trio held their breath. Finally, she turned away again.
Hermione wanted to know what was on the Little Thing. Why were Harry and Voldemort's voices coming out of it? She held out her wand, and said, "Accio Thing!" The Thing zoomed toward her, and Hermione caught it. The girl stood up, and began to chase them as they ran away. (They ran right around the castle three times! Well no they didn't, but that's what it felt like.) Finally, though, they lost her down a corridor by hiding behind a suit of armour. They sat down in a circle under the invisibility cloak, with the Little Thing in the middle. Now, they could see it had pictures on it.
Harry and Voldemort, to be precise. They were still exchanging Death Threats. (This is a big deal for Mortal Enemies, you know.) Then they heard other sounds. It sounded awful. It sounded horrifying. It sounded…a lot like movie sound effects.
Harry and Voldemort started to duel.
They both cast a spell.
The spells raced through the air…
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…and Harry fell down, dead.
The credits rolled.
The three stared at it in disbelief. Harry felt numb. (He had just learned of his impending death, after all.) Ron's mouth was hanging open. Hermione started poking at the Little Thing. A bit of the screen popped up above the rolling credits. It had words on it. It seemed almost like a button. Hermione poked at the Little Thing again. The credits paused. She poked at it again. They started rolling.
Nothing happened for a few moments.
Hermione kept poking at the Little Thing.
Another button popped up on the screen. It said only this:
Click to change.
Hermione looked at the others, who leaned over to read the words.
"What's that mean?" Ron asked.
"I don't know," Hermione said.
"Maybe it'll change the ending," Harry said hopefully.
Hermione poked at the Little Thing again, and a tiny blue tornado of rushing wind and light came out of the Little Thing. It swept up Harry, and Ron, and Hermione, and swirled around, before finally sucking itself back into the Little Thing—and Harry, Hermione, and Ron came with it.
The corridor was deserted, except for a Little Thing, under an invisibility cloak, behind a suit of armour.
The night was quiet and undisturbed.
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