| "So you think. Everyone knows that you do not mess with the almighty narrator of the story." "Is that a threat?" Harry asks, turning around. Suddenly, out of no where, Dudley appears on top of Harry, utterly confused but nevertheless, squishing Harry into the floor. "Do you believe me now? That is Crookshanks, and I am the almighty narrator of this story." "Annnnthin�," Harry manages to gasp out. "Just� geroff�" With a cloud of blue lightning, Dudley disappears to Privet Drive just in time to miss Crookshank�s speech. "Guubbbuuhhh, Gooolldddllleee, Grrannnaa." Crookshanks begins evily. "Wait!" Harry says franticly. "I don�t speak Gobbledegoop!" Harry does not speak Gobbledegoop. Neither does Hermione, for that matter. Neither do I for that matter. Suddenly, unnoticed by everyone until now, the random guy in the red cloak steps up. "I speak Gobbledegoop," he says matter-of-factly. "Well don�t just stand there, start translating!" Crookshanks, slightly upset at the delay of his speech, begins again to speak in his native tongue, gobbledegoop, being translated by the random guy in the red cloak. "For years I have been in my cat form. Now as an animage, I come before you today to demand," he pauses for a dramatic moment. "To demand that you give me the feathers from the bird in which you found your feather." "Or?" Harry asks, in a very challenging mood. |
| "Grabba Gradda." Crookshanks hisses. "Or else Herm-o-one dies," The red cloaked man hisses. "Her-my-oh-nee!" Hermione corrects, bouncing up and down due to her foot being asleep, in the deadly grasp of Crookshanks. Harry, feeling very brave, jumps up to accept the challenge. "No I don�t." Harry interrupts, folding his arms. "I don�t know what bird he�s talking about. How am I suppose to get it?" "Because you do that type of thing when you are feeling brave. And if I haven�t made it known yet, I *am* the almighty narrator of this story" Harry frowns sulkily, shuffling his feat towards Crookshanks. "But-" "Fine then." Suddenly, the brave and mighty trio jump into the commonroom to aid Harry, who is in dire need of help! "Fear not, Harry!" "Consider things taken care of." The voices of the Weasley twins reach the scene. "Oy! Stand back!" Lee Jordan demands, holding a very large pillow. Harry looks upon the scene, getting a tad bit annoyed. "Since when am I in dire need of help?" However, Harry�s voice is unheard over the giant walloping noise as Lee brings down the giant pillow over Crookshanks� head. |
| "Mrow!" the random guy in the red cloak translates for Crookshanks, as small white feathers fall around the busted pillow. "Grabb�" "You have found the feathers for my own feather pillow!" The red-cloaked guy announces. "For this I will always be grateful!" He looks around, a little embarrassed. "Or so the cat says." Crookshanks looks around, having turned back into a cat. Making sure his pillow bed is safe, he takes the time to thank the heroes by rubbing against Fred�s leg with affection. "Wait a minute," Harry interrupts, as usual. "I�m suppose to be the hero of these stories!" "But you aren�t my favorite character. These guys are." Before Harry can reply, Hermione looks around in horror. "My pillow! My favorite pillow!" Lee glances at the twins, who suddenly decide that the dorms is a good place to be. The brave, wonderful, almighty trio dart away, leaving Harry to clean up the spare feathers Crookshanks won�t use. As for everyone else, they live happily ever after. "Happily ever after? Cleaning up feathers?" Harry narrows his eyes, folding his arms in an unhappy manner. "Think Dudley in a dementor robe." "�.And we all live happily ever after." |