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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 9:37 pm
She told me he was infact my son who had come back in time from the future to give me a very important message.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 1:46 pm
"Wait a second! I'm married!" I cried.
"That's besides the point. Listen to his message," insisted Madame P.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 11:06 pm
I couldn't believe my ears. What on earth was happening to me. "Oh sweet Jesus, I must be on drugs..." I muttered to myself. I continued to babble on and on about being psychotic, and needing to go to St. Mungos or something, that Madame P. had to shake me in order to listen to my future "son".
Sighing, I decided that it was best to listen to him and see what was up. I was hoping that I wasn't on some stupid "Mary Sue-ish" mission or some stupid thing like me being able to do wandless magic. The boy sat down next to me on the bed and took my hand much like I would take the hand of my parents when they were sick or when something was about to happen. I hated myself for this. I knew it was going to be some sort of messed up "Mary Sue-ish" b***h.
I sucked in my breath and waited for the boy to speak. He opened his mouth and told me, "Mum, don't worry. I know you don't want to hear this, but you must listen." Wait a minute... since when did I have to listen to my own son like that. I mean, yes, parents should occasionally listen to their children, but my future son was treating me as if I was the kid.
"Listen to me, kiddo," I snapped, poking him with my finger, "I'M the mom, not you, so don't go around telling me to listen to you or not."
"Madame Pomfrey, my mum is not listening to me."
"This potion shall do the trick. It will put her to sleep and we will forcefully inject what you needed to tell her so that she doesn't mess it up."
"Okay." My supposedly-future-and-disobedient-who-needed-to-be-spanked-bad-son suddenly grabbed my arm and pinned me down on the bed with amazing strength. I screamed and wiggled, yelling at Madame Pomfrey to get the kid off me. But she was advancing onto me with the potion.
Knowing that I shouldn't have my mouth open, I clamped it shut, but Madame Pomfrey simply used her wand to force my mouth open, and poured the liquid down my throat and made me swallow it. I fell asleep.
When I woke up again, I realized that my mission WAS important. I had to do something or something BAD was going to happen. My mission was...
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 7:08 pm
...to organize a group of houselves, goblins, and ghouls and go on a major magic strike!!! Why? I had no idea, but the next ten years of my life were gonna be the toughest yet.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 9:00 am
I groaned in annoyance. Why on earth did I have to go on a strike with a bunch of House elves, goblins, and ghouls? I asked my "son" just that and he just smiled. Annoyed, and forgetting the fact that he was my own son, I grabbed him by his robes and began shaking him screaming: "Why the hell do I have to organize a strike, dammit?"
Madame Pompfrey managed to pry me off my "son" and told me to settle down. In the mean time my son smoothed his robes out.
"Mum, that's the only chance. You see, Voldermort will come to Hogwarts whether anyone likes it or not. Of course we didn't know it now, but in the future, you figure out that Voldermort is terribly afraid of house elves, ghosts, and ghouls. Although he can take on those characters one at a time, you must combine all of them in order to see the full effects."
I groaned for the umpteenth time. No way... this was NOT happening. "Look, kid... I mean son... I'm only fifteen, what the hell do you want me to do? How on earth do... WAIT A MINUTE!" My son cocked his head to the side confused, "How come YOU can say that guy's name without flinching?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 8:55 pm
"Because I am GOD!" he replied as his face glowed red and my vision went blurry...
Just as I woke up with a jolt in the Hospital wing with a heavily and uncomfortably tight bandaged head.
Before Madame P. had come out of her office I ran to the mirror to see what I looked like, took a shifty around the room to make sure there were no future offspring watching me, and gave my self a good hard pinch in the arm.
"OUCH!"
Madame P. finally came out and was furious that I had gotton out of bed. "You need rest, you silly girl! I'm suprised you're awake after only three days...someone shunk you head! I've been placing all sorts of charms on you, but I still don't know what spell was placed on you. I'm thinking it must have been hand-made. But you must get back into bed, who knows what the after affects might be..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 4:20 pm
I stumbled back to my hospital bed.
"Why me?" I moaned as the room suddenly began to spin...
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 3:35 pm
I had to be dreaming.
After all, horses don't have poles through them and move up and down to really cheesy music do they?
"Wake up!" commanded a voice. "You've been thrashing in your bed for the past ten minutes."
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:04 am
I opened my eyes and saw Madam POmfrey staring at me hard...
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 12:48 pm
"You are just lucky your little friends thought to come get me in the hospital wing! Don't you know how dangerous these candies can be?" demanded Madame P., shaking a baggy filled with bright pink circles.
"Wha...?" I asked, disorianted. "Where am I? What's going on?"
"You're in your bed in your dormitory, you silly girl. Just where you ought to be. What's going on is that you apparently decided Mr. Filtch's warnings about Convulsion Ovuletes should not be taken seriously!" She huffed.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 4:08 pm
Looking past her, I could see the terrified faces of my friends. Could it be? Was everything back to normal?
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 6:56 pm
I shook my head aggresively. "What?" I asked, still a bit dazed. I closely examined the bag
I turned my head towards my fellow students. "Eh." I said, hesitently, "Thank you."
"...but I don't remember taking them."
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 3:03 pm
"Sure you don't," retorted Madame P. "All of you go back to sleep, but I expect to see you in Dumbledore's office tomorrow after breakfast."
With that she swept out of the room.
"Okay," I demanded, rounding on my roommates. "Who planted the pills?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 4:56 pm
There was a snigger in the corner. It was...
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 9:08 am
Agent Tanza There was a snigger in the corner. It was... fred and george. "how could you!?" i said, totally ore struck. "its called revenge, especially since you sold"....
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