Hogsmeade Entries....
Here's my Hogsmeade Entries, let me know what you think. In fact, please critique them....I need advice on how to improve. Especially the fic!
A very dazed Harry Potter opened his eyes slowly and tried to roll over, only to realize that he couldn’t. With that realization, his eyes flew wide open and he looked around in panic, discovering that he also couldn’t move his head. In fact…he didn’t technically HAVE a head anymore. Finally he looked down at his body and realized that sometime during the night he had become red, and animated, and….a car. Opening his mouth, or what he thought might be his mouth, he let out a terrified scream
Harry’s best friend, Ron Weasley, started awake at the sound of his best friend’s scream and tried to jump out of bed. The problem was he couldn’t jump. He…rolled. Gasping loudly, he tried to look at himself, but only succeded in driving in circles. “H-Harry….I’m a….I’m a TOW TRUCK!”
Harry slowly rolled out of his bed, literally, still blinking his overly large animated eyes. “I know, Ron. I’m a…KA-CHOW…race car of…some sort.”
All around the Gryffindor boys’ dorm, the other boys were emerging from their beds in similar states. All of them were animated, and they were some form of a car or another. Poor Neville seemed to have it the worst of all. While the other boys were at least able to mull over their predicament, Neville wasn’t able to say anything other than “Pit Stop!”
Harry was the first one to come to his senses, and he rolled toward the door. “Come on, guys. Let’s see if this has happened to everyone, or if it’s just us.”
It took them a good twenty minutes to make it down to the Common Room, seeing as how the stairs at Hogwarts weren’t exactly built for cars to drive down. They all stopped and stared at the sight before them. All of the Gryffindors, every last one of them, had somehow turned into an animated car.
A little light blue VW Bug rolled over to them, animated eyes wide and full of fear. “Harry….it happened to you to? What…what is this?”
“G-ginny? You, look….good, for being a car. KA-CHOW!”
“But…I don’t WANT to be a car! I want to be ME!” The little blue car, which had once been Ginny Weasley, burst into tears and drove away in a hurry.
“Isn’t it obvious? This MUST be the work of someone truly evil….someone like…VOLDEMORT!”
The know-it-all phrase was coming from a sassy sounding light green car, standing in the middle of the room.
“Hermione?”
“Of course it’s me, Ronald! Who else would have a clue as to what is going on here?”
“Oh, right, Hermione, I’m so sure that you know EXACTLY what’s going on. After all, it’s SO obvious that VOLDEMORT would do something like this, now isn’t it?”
Before a fight could break out between the two (though, everyone was mildly curious to see how, exactly, two animated cars might fight), a voice broke through the common room, instructing all students to report to the Great Hall immediately.
All of the Gryffindors slowly moved out of the Common Room: they stared in awe at all of their schoolmates who were also on their way to the Great Hall. All of them got quite a good laugh at Malfoy, who seemed to be unable to not keep repeating the phrase “Ka-chooga” over and over and over again.
The sight that met them in the Great Hall was even odder. There was McGonagall, but not really. In her place was an old red Ford Model T. And where Snape should have been sitting was instead a grumpy looking Army Jeep. Hargid appeared to be a large recreational vehicle of some sort.
But the most disturbing transformation had to be…Dumbledore. What should have been Dumbledore was, instead, a sleek and shiny black car. Oddly enough, however, even in his current animated state, the old wizard still managed to look rather wise.
“Attention. Attention,” the old car began. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I know that you are all a bit…disturbed by your current state. I assure you that much research is going into finding the cause of this sudden transformation. However, the most earliest findings seem to indicate that this condition, whatever it may be, is…permanent.”
The students let out a collective gasp, punctuated by a loud “Ka-chooga” from Malfoy followed by a distressed “KA-CHOW” from Harry.
“Now, don’t worry,” the headmaster informed them. “We have called in a team of highly skilled mechanics to help you through this most difficult time.”
The murmur of engines was prominent in the Great Hall as students talked about this amongst themselves. Everyone seemed to be quite disturbed by the revelation and a large red fire truck, who would later be identified as Susan Bones, was even seen speeding from the Great Hall in tears.
Harry sat in dumbfounded shock as he let the Headmaster’s words sink in. Permanent. He was going to be a car…forever. And an animated car at that. He closed his eyes and tried to adjust to the prospect of being a machine for the rest of his life.
Somewhere in the distance, as if through a fog, he heard Ron’s voice calling to him. “Harry! Harry…..HARRY!”
Opening his eyes once again, Harry had to fight back a scream when he saw his best friend, his HUMAN best friend, standing over him. “Ron! You’re a human!” Harry looked down at his own body. “And so am I!”
Ron looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “And we always have been. Are you feeling all right, mate?”
Harry just laughed and shook his head. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”
A very dazed Harry Potter opened his eyes slowly and tried to roll over, only to realize that he couldn’t. With that realization, his eyes flew wide open and he looked around in panic, discovering that he also couldn’t move his head. In fact…he didn’t technically HAVE a head anymore. Finally he looked down at his body and realized that sometime during the night he had become red, and animated, and….a car. Opening his mouth, or what he thought might be his mouth, he let out a terrified scream
Harry’s best friend, Ron Weasley, started awake at the sound of his best friend’s scream and tried to jump out of bed. The problem was he couldn’t jump. He…rolled. Gasping loudly, he tried to look at himself, but only succeded in driving in circles. “H-Harry….I’m a….I’m a TOW TRUCK!”
Harry slowly rolled out of his bed, literally, still blinking his overly large animated eyes. “I know, Ron. I’m a…KA-CHOW…race car of…some sort.”
All around the Gryffindor boys’ dorm, the other boys were emerging from their beds in similar states. All of them were animated, and they were some form of a car or another. Poor Neville seemed to have it the worst of all. While the other boys were at least able to mull over their predicament, Neville wasn’t able to say anything other than “Pit Stop!”
Harry was the first one to come to his senses, and he rolled toward the door. “Come on, guys. Let’s see if this has happened to everyone, or if it’s just us.”
It took them a good twenty minutes to make it down to the Common Room, seeing as how the stairs at Hogwarts weren’t exactly built for cars to drive down. They all stopped and stared at the sight before them. All of the Gryffindors, every last one of them, had somehow turned into an animated car.
A little light blue VW Bug rolled over to them, animated eyes wide and full of fear. “Harry….it happened to you to? What…what is this?”
“G-ginny? You, look….good, for being a car. KA-CHOW!”
“But…I don’t WANT to be a car! I want to be ME!” The little blue car, which had once been Ginny Weasley, burst into tears and drove away in a hurry.
“Isn’t it obvious? This MUST be the work of someone truly evil….someone like…VOLDEMORT!”
The know-it-all phrase was coming from a sassy sounding light green car, standing in the middle of the room.
“Hermione?”
“Of course it’s me, Ronald! Who else would have a clue as to what is going on here?”
“Oh, right, Hermione, I’m so sure that you know EXACTLY what’s going on. After all, it’s SO obvious that VOLDEMORT would do something like this, now isn’t it?”
Before a fight could break out between the two (though, everyone was mildly curious to see how, exactly, two animated cars might fight), a voice broke through the common room, instructing all students to report to the Great Hall immediately.
All of the Gryffindors slowly moved out of the Common Room: they stared in awe at all of their schoolmates who were also on their way to the Great Hall. All of them got quite a good laugh at Malfoy, who seemed to be unable to not keep repeating the phrase “Ka-chooga” over and over and over again.
The sight that met them in the Great Hall was even odder. There was McGonagall, but not really. In her place was an old red Ford Model T. And where Snape should have been sitting was instead a grumpy looking Army Jeep. Hargid appeared to be a large recreational vehicle of some sort.
But the most disturbing transformation had to be…Dumbledore. What should have been Dumbledore was, instead, a sleek and shiny black car. Oddly enough, however, even in his current animated state, the old wizard still managed to look rather wise.
“Attention. Attention,” the old car began. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I know that you are all a bit…disturbed by your current state. I assure you that much research is going into finding the cause of this sudden transformation. However, the most earliest findings seem to indicate that this condition, whatever it may be, is…permanent.”
The students let out a collective gasp, punctuated by a loud “Ka-chooga” from Malfoy followed by a distressed “KA-CHOW” from Harry.
“Now, don’t worry,” the headmaster informed them. “We have called in a team of highly skilled mechanics to help you through this most difficult time.”
The murmur of engines was prominent in the Great Hall as students talked about this amongst themselves. Everyone seemed to be quite disturbed by the revelation and a large red fire truck, who would later be identified as Susan Bones, was even seen speeding from the Great Hall in tears.
Harry sat in dumbfounded shock as he let the Headmaster’s words sink in. Permanent. He was going to be a car…forever. And an animated car at that. He closed his eyes and tried to adjust to the prospect of being a machine for the rest of his life.
Somewhere in the distance, as if through a fog, he heard Ron’s voice calling to him. “Harry! Harry…..HARRY!”
Opening his eyes once again, Harry had to fight back a scream when he saw his best friend, his HUMAN best friend, standing over him. “Ron! You’re a human!” Harry looked down at his own body. “And so am I!”
Ron looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “And we always have been. Are you feeling all right, mate?”
Harry just laughed and shook his head. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”