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| It is a bright sunny day on the Hogwarts grounds. As we look in now, Harry is outside, trying to get in touch with his mother nature side. "Who are you?" Harry hisses suddenly. "You don�t look a thing like J. K. Rowling!" Harry is right. I am not J.K. Rowling. Too bad. "I am the almighty narrator of this story. Your life is mine to command." "Oh whatever." Harry snaps, going back to watch the butterflies fly among the flowers. However, a thought suddenly comes to him. "I�m bored." He says out loud, finally standing up. "I think I�ll go for an adventure!" Because Harry is bored, he decides to go out for an adventure. "Baaahhh, didn�t I just say that?" Harry asks, a little irritated. "Yes, but I have to repeat it because I am the almighty narrator of this story." So Harry walks on, mumbling to himself. It is not long before he finds himself at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It is here the adventure begins, with the single discovery of the feather. "What feather?" Harry asks, in a moment of panic. |
| HARRY POTTER and the Grand Adventure |
| A/N I don�t own anybody, J.K. Rowling does. I bet she doesn�t have as much problems with them as we did. Just let me warn you, Harry can be somewhat of a nincompoop when under someone else�s authority. Maybe that is why all the characters are strangely OOC�. |
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| I repeat. The adventure began, with the single discovery of the very visible feather. "Oh." Harry remarks, picking up the gray feather. "This feather." "Yes. That feather." Harry rolls his eyes. "Original. ..aren�t you?" "Better believe it. So anyway. On with the adventure. " Harry, having found the feather that would start the adventure, comes up with a very clever plan indeed. Harry brightens, "I'll go ask Hermione...she'll know� or one of the books will..?" That's right. Harry bounds off towards the castle, He will go ask Hermione about the gray feather. Harry bellows, running into the Gryffindor�s common room, "HERMIONE!!" Because this story is suppose to be exciting, and I haven�t used the word suddenly in a while, Harry suddenly turns around, only to find Hermione in the evil, never failing grasp of Crookshanks! "What?" Harry asks, very dismayed. "There is no way in Diagon Alley that THAT is Crookshanks," he yells, pointing at the short, plump wizard with long ginger hair holding Hermione. "That is Crookshanks and there is nothing you can do about it." "Crookshanks is a CAT, not a wizard," Harry says, putting his hands on his hips. "Hermione�s life is at stake here..." "I�m just not going to be apart of this if it won�t make sense." Harry mutters, turning around and throwing the feather to the ground. |