This week hp100 (the Harry Potter 100-word drabble list) is having a "cross-over" challenge, and I just had to play...
First:
The war was going badly. Desperate, the children huddled in a corner of the bombed out library.
"Look at this." Hermoine whispered, pointing to the once restricted copy of Hogwarts, a Future now laying open in her lap. "All we need are a few materials..."
Ron nodded. "My dad has a lot of that stuff in the shed back home."
"Yes! And since we know exactly when the spell will hit the Astronomy tower... We can do this!"
Harry looked at the destruction around them, slowly shaking his head. "We'd all fit, sure... but where do we find a Delorian?"
And then:
There was no getting around it, Ron had to get his homework finished.
He'd done everything he could think of to put it off, visiting the owlery, checking on the giant squid. He'd even polished his broomstick... and his other broomstick, too.
Now, it wasn't that he didn't like spell casting, and the new substitute teacher was nice enough... He just always felt a little funny afterwards. Queasy, like he'd just eaten one tart to many after dinner.
With a resigned sigh he made sure he was alone in the tower. Wand in hand, he blushed and whispered "Bippity Boppity Boo."
First:
The war was going badly. Desperate, the children huddled in a corner of the bombed out library.
"Look at this." Hermoine whispered, pointing to the once restricted copy of Hogwarts, a Future now laying open in her lap. "All we need are a few materials..."
Ron nodded. "My dad has a lot of that stuff in the shed back home."
"Yes! And since we know exactly when the spell will hit the Astronomy tower... We can do this!"
Harry looked at the destruction around them, slowly shaking his head. "We'd all fit, sure... but where do we find a Delorian?"
And then:
There was no getting around it, Ron had to get his homework finished.
He'd done everything he could think of to put it off, visiting the owlery, checking on the giant squid. He'd even polished his broomstick... and his other broomstick, too.
Now, it wasn't that he didn't like spell casting, and the new substitute teacher was nice enough... He just always felt a little funny afterwards. Queasy, like he'd just eaten one tart to many after dinner.
With a resigned sigh he made sure he was alone in the tower. Wand in hand, he blushed and whispered "Bippity Boppity Boo."
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