le fic
yup. new fic. this is for kempy, because i know that you will end up reading this.
Chapter One
AN: This is a very random and not making any sense kind of piece that I just randomly thought of writing. So anyways, here goes…and there are multiple cross-overs between almost anything you can think of. And I don’t own any of them.
Draco: Halt! Who goeth there?
Harry: It is I, Harry, The Boy-Who-Lived-and-Unfortunately-Can’t-Seem-to-Die!
Ron (in a squeaky girl voice): I am Ron, the boy-lord’s faithful manservant (in more ways than one…)
Draco: What is the average is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Ron (in a raspy voice): Seven days…
Draco: What?
Harry: Oh, just ignore him…he’s channeling the spirit of this girl we killed on the way here.... If only we never threw her down that well in the first place…kids these days. Anyways, do you mean an African swallow or a European swallow?
Draco: I don’t know that! ::falls to death on the Bridge of Death::
Harry: ::shrugs:: Oh well…that’s the third one this week! Away, Patsy!
Ron: ::claps coconuts together as they ‘ride’ off into the sunset::
~~~~~
Hermione: Parleley, parlelellyleloooo, par le nee, partner, par... snip, parsley...
Neville: Parley?
Hermione: That's the one. Parley. Parley.
Draco (miraculously back from the dead): Parley? Damn to the depths whatever muttonhead thought of "Parley".
Hermione: That would be the French. We always have hated those French, haven’t we?
Harry and Ron: ::arrive at the Cave::
Everyone: ::stops::
Harry: Er, would any of you know where we could find the Holy Grail?
Ron: Look! A message on the wall! ::reads:: Here may be found the last words of Joseph of Aramathia. He who is valiant and pure of spirit may find the holy grail in the Castle of Aaauuuggghhh...
Everyone: ::looks blank::
Ron: Haven’t you ever heard of the Castle Aaaauuuggghhh? We passed it on our way here…
Everyone: ::confused::
Harry: Oh! You mean that big cave thing with that giant monster inside that will eat us all?
Ron: Yeah, that one. Aren’t you all coming?
Everyone: ::mumblemumblemumble::
Fred (or maybe it’s George): Alright there, mate, you got yourselves a deal.
Everyone: ::leaves::
Neville: ::falls::
Ron: ::claps coconuts::
~~~~~
Harry: ::looks at Camelot:: Is this the place then?
Ron: Almost…why don’t we take a song break?
Everyone (singing): We're knights of the Round Table, we dance whene'er we're able. We do routines and chorus scenes with footwork impec-cable, We dine well here in Camelot, we eat ham and jam and Spam a lot. We're knights of the Round Table, our shows are for-mi-dable. But many times we're given rhymes that are quite un-sing-able, We're opera mad in Camelot, we sing from the diaphragm a lot. In war we're tough and able, Quite in-de-fa-ti-gable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life in Camelot
Hermione: I have to push the pram a lot.
Draco: Well, maybe if you weren’t such a whore, you wouldn’t have so many kids to push in the damned pram.
Hermione: ::ponders:: Really? ::looks at guys:: Ok, no more freebies. I have to support these kids somehow…
Guys: ::grumblegrumble::
Ginny: Uh, guys...maybe we should get going again.
Everyone: ::leaves::
Harry: It’s a silly place anyways.
Ron (in creepy Samara voice again): Six days…
~~~~~
Three Days Later…
(Everyone has finally arrived at the Cave of Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh)
Snape: There are some who call me…IT
Everyone: Really now.
Snape: I shall tell you how to pass the beast in front of the cave in exchange for…HUMAN SACRIFICE!
Everyone: ::stares at Harry::
Ron: Sorry, mate…you’re getting too emo for our tastes.
Harry: MY HEART IS BLACK AND MY WRISTS ARE BLEEDING!
Everyone: ::throws Harry to Snape::
Snape: ::eats Harry::
Narrator: In the frozen land of Nador, they were forced to offer Harry as a human sacrifice in order to make the story go faster. And there was much rejoicing.
Everyone: Yaaaaay…
Snape: Now, where was I? ::gnaws on bone:: Oh yes…how to pass the monster. Well actually all you need to do is throw the holy hand grenade.
Ron: Like this? ::throws at Snape::
Snape: ::dies::
Harry: ::reappears:: What did I miss?
Everyone: ::throws Harry to the evil killer bunny::
Harry: ::dies again::
Draco: Well that’s interesting.
Harry’s ghost: Bloody pirates…
Ron: 3 days…
Everyone: SHUT UP ALREADY!
~~End of Part 1~~
So as you can see, this is a cross between HP and Pirates of the Caribbean, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and The Ring. Interesting combination, if I do say so myself. Enjoy!
Part Two
Narrator: Ron is the new King/Leader of the group, and Draco is taking the time to make sure that Ron knows what he is getting himself into…
Draco (singing about Ron): Bravely bold King Weasel rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave King Weasel. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave King Weasel. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecap split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave King Weasel. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his penis split...
Ron (looking pale): Er..is there anything else we can talk about?
Hermione: So, Draco, you never did tell us how you came back from the dead. We all heard rumours about things, like how you escaped by giant sea turtles.
Draco: Did you now. Well. it’s true. I did escape. With rope hair. From me back. No, no, I’m just kidding. How do you think I got back? I spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum until I heard all of your bloody noise and got booted back.
Hermione: You…you…you…AHHH! ::storms off::
Draco (calling after her):Welcome to the Caribbean, luv. Or more appropriately, the middle of nowhere on the quest for a Holy Grail that doesn’t exist.
(They continue traveling for several hours. Draco disappears again.)
Ginny: Where did he go now?
Ron: Who?
Ginny: Draco, you prat. Who do you think? Why do you think we haven’t heard any insults for a few hours?
Ron: Don’t jinx it.
Draco (across a distance): Too late, Weasel.
Ron: OY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE? ::mutters:: Bloody ferret…
Draco: ::shouting in a really bad French accent:: YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMPSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDEBERRIES! I FART IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION! NOW, GO AWAY, BEFORE I TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME!
Ron: ::angrily:: What did you just say? And what is with that stupid accent?
Draco: I'm French. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king?
Ron: What are you doing up there in the first place?
Draco: Mind your own business Muggle-lover.
Ron: ::turns purple:: Why you….
Draco: ::shrugs:: Hey. That’s what they paid me to say.
Ron: Who paid you?
Draco: Them. ::points::
Ron: ::looks::
(By this point everyone has deserted Ron and is now standing where he is looking)
Knight 1: We are the Knights of NI!
Ron: The what?
Knight 2: The Knights of NI!, you blubbering fool.
Ron: Aaaand….?
Knight 3: If you ever expect to get past us, you must get…A SHRUBBERY!
::Knights gasp::
Ron: A shrubbery? Why a shrubbery?
Knight 1: Because we said so.
Ron: Psh. Whatever. ::poofs a shrubbery out of nowhere with his wand::
Knights: ::are in awe over the shrubbery::
Knight 1: ::recovering from shock:: Well then. You must now get…another shrubbery! Without magic! And then you must cut down the biggest tree in the forest with…a herring!
Knights: ::gasp::
Ron: ::looks confused:: Oooookay, then…I have no idea what it is with you guys and shrubberies…::goes off clapping coconuts to find another shrubbery:: ::finds Fred behind him::
Fred: So another shrubbery, eh?
Ron: Where the bloody hell did you come from?
Fred: ::shrugs:: All I know is that I am here to help you get a shrubbery.
Ron: We have wands for a reason, Fred.
Fred: Good point. ::poofs another shrubbery::
(Ron and Fred return to the Knights of Ni)
Ron: ::bows mockingly:: We have your shrubbery, o Knights of Ni.
Knight 2: Very well then. But we are no longer the Knights of Ni. We are the now the Knights who say…
Fred: Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z'nourrwringmm.
Knight 2: ::looks shocked::
Fred: I know it’s you George. Oh, and it.
Knights: ::flip out and run away::
Fred: ::explains to Ron:: I’ve had trouble with them before.
Ron: Oh?
(Everyone returns to themselves)
Ron: Ok, gang, let’s move. I’m sick of this place.
Draco: ::sings to Ron:: Brave King Weasel ran away, bravely ran away away. When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. Yes, brave King Weasel turned about, and valiantly, he chickened out. Bravely taking to his feet, he beat a very brave retreat. A brave retreat by brave King Weasel.
Ron: ::throttles Draco::
Draco: ::dies::
Ginny: ::kills Ron for killing Draco::
Everyone: ::alive again::
Hermione: Ok, since that’s over…
Ron: Right.
Draco: ::pouts::
Ginny: ::kisses Draco::
Draco: ::kisses back::
Ron: ::almost kills Draco again::
Draco: ::stops::
Draco: So where were we again?
Ron: ::to Draco:: You know, I really hate you, you lying, conniving, right pain in the ar-
Draco: ::to Ron:: Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid. ::kisses Ginny again::
Ron: ::looks like he wants to kill Draco *again*::
Draco: ::is a prick:: You need to find yourself a girl mate. Or perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch are you? I should hope not…no one can resist these looks…
Ron: ::in a brief confused moment:: ::kisses Draco on the lips:: ::
Draco: ::responds::
Ginny: What is it with guys making out with other guys that is so attractive?
Hermione: ::gawks::
Draco: ::stops:: ::smirks:: I believe you owe us one now…
Ron: ::faints::
Ginny: Nope. You did that of your own accord. I owe you nothing. Horny bastard.
Draco: Sticks and stones, love.
Ron: ::remembers what time it is:: ::creepy Samara voice:: One day…
Part 3
Narrator: Everyone is tired and horny and getting on each other’s nerves. The Holy Grail is just that much closer. I believe our heroes will be finding it any time now…
Ron: ::to the narrator:: Bloody well shut up already, yeah?
Narrator: How about no?
Ron: ::kills narrator::
Everyone: I don’t think he should have done that…
Narrator: ::shows some signs of life::
George: ::with large cart of dead bodies:: BRING OUT YER DEAD!
Ron: Here’s one. ::puts narrator’s half dead body on the cart::
George: He’s not dead yet. Sorry, I can’t take him.
Ron: Yes he is, what are you talking about?
George: Look! He’s moving! He can’t be dead yet!
Ron: ::tries to come up with a valid excuse::
Narrator: I’m not dead yet!
George: See? Told you?
Ron: ::clubs narrator on the head::
George: I don’t think you were supposed to do that…
Ron: ::clubs George on the head::
Ron: ::picks up cart:: BRING OUT YER DEAD!
~~~~~
Draco: Sure. Why not. Kill us all off you bloody bastard why don’t you.
The time: ::is almost midnight::
Hermione: We’ve been traveling for seven bloody days…can’t we take a break?
Ginny: It never sleeps.
Draco: Oh no, not you too…
Everyone: ::sees large piles of water at their feet::
Hermione: ::in a stupor:: Look! Water! Let’s go see where it’s coming from!
Everyone: ::digs a huge hole in a very small amount of time::
Ron: ::looks down well:: Oh shit… ::Ron sees the girl that he and Harry had killed seven days ago::
Hermione: Oh jeez…::sees dead girl’s body:: I think that we should bury this.
Ginny: ::quietly:: I wouldn’t do that if I were you…
(Hermione buries the body anyways)
Hermione: Well. Now that that’s over with…
The body: ::comes up and attacks everyone::
Everyone: ::dies::
Samara: ::lives on through the videotape::
Samara: I told you…never cross a dead person twice.
~~~~~
::Twilight Zone Theme::
Robert Stack: And so ends another episode of Unsolved Mysteries…If you have any information, please call 1800---
Samara: Oh please…::turns TV off:: They never did realize that the Holy Grail was at Harrod's, did they? Too bad...::turns evil again::
END…?
bwahahaha...
Chapter One
AN: This is a very random and not making any sense kind of piece that I just randomly thought of writing. So anyways, here goes…and there are multiple cross-overs between almost anything you can think of. And I don’t own any of them.
Draco: Halt! Who goeth there?
Harry: It is I, Harry, The Boy-Who-Lived-and-Unfortunately-Can’t-Seem-to-Die!
Ron (in a squeaky girl voice): I am Ron, the boy-lord’s faithful manservant (in more ways than one…)
Draco: What is the average is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Ron (in a raspy voice): Seven days…
Draco: What?
Harry: Oh, just ignore him…he’s channeling the spirit of this girl we killed on the way here.... If only we never threw her down that well in the first place…kids these days. Anyways, do you mean an African swallow or a European swallow?
Draco: I don’t know that! ::falls to death on the Bridge of Death::
Harry: ::shrugs:: Oh well…that’s the third one this week! Away, Patsy!
Ron: ::claps coconuts together as they ‘ride’ off into the sunset::
~~~~~
Hermione: Parleley, parlelellyleloooo, par le nee, partner, par... snip, parsley...
Neville: Parley?
Hermione: That's the one. Parley. Parley.
Draco (miraculously back from the dead): Parley? Damn to the depths whatever muttonhead thought of "Parley".
Hermione: That would be the French. We always have hated those French, haven’t we?
Harry and Ron: ::arrive at the Cave::
Everyone: ::stops::
Harry: Er, would any of you know where we could find the Holy Grail?
Ron: Look! A message on the wall! ::reads:: Here may be found the last words of Joseph of Aramathia. He who is valiant and pure of spirit may find the holy grail in the Castle of Aaauuuggghhh...
Everyone: ::looks blank::
Ron: Haven’t you ever heard of the Castle Aaaauuuggghhh? We passed it on our way here…
Everyone: ::confused::
Harry: Oh! You mean that big cave thing with that giant monster inside that will eat us all?
Ron: Yeah, that one. Aren’t you all coming?
Everyone: ::mumblemumblemumble::
Fred (or maybe it’s George): Alright there, mate, you got yourselves a deal.
Everyone: ::leaves::
Neville: ::falls::
Ron: ::claps coconuts::
~~~~~
Harry: ::looks at Camelot:: Is this the place then?
Ron: Almost…why don’t we take a song break?
Everyone (singing): We're knights of the Round Table, we dance whene'er we're able. We do routines and chorus scenes with footwork impec-cable, We dine well here in Camelot, we eat ham and jam and Spam a lot. We're knights of the Round Table, our shows are for-mi-dable. But many times we're given rhymes that are quite un-sing-able, We're opera mad in Camelot, we sing from the diaphragm a lot. In war we're tough and able, Quite in-de-fa-ti-gable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life in Camelot
Hermione: I have to push the pram a lot.
Draco: Well, maybe if you weren’t such a whore, you wouldn’t have so many kids to push in the damned pram.
Hermione: ::ponders:: Really? ::looks at guys:: Ok, no more freebies. I have to support these kids somehow…
Guys: ::grumblegrumble::
Ginny: Uh, guys...maybe we should get going again.
Everyone: ::leaves::
Harry: It’s a silly place anyways.
Ron (in creepy Samara voice again): Six days…
~~~~~
Three Days Later…
(Everyone has finally arrived at the Cave of Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh)
Snape: There are some who call me…IT
Everyone: Really now.
Snape: I shall tell you how to pass the beast in front of the cave in exchange for…HUMAN SACRIFICE!
Everyone: ::stares at Harry::
Ron: Sorry, mate…you’re getting too emo for our tastes.
Harry: MY HEART IS BLACK AND MY WRISTS ARE BLEEDING!
Everyone: ::throws Harry to Snape::
Snape: ::eats Harry::
Narrator: In the frozen land of Nador, they were forced to offer Harry as a human sacrifice in order to make the story go faster. And there was much rejoicing.
Everyone: Yaaaaay…
Snape: Now, where was I? ::gnaws on bone:: Oh yes…how to pass the monster. Well actually all you need to do is throw the holy hand grenade.
Ron: Like this? ::throws at Snape::
Snape: ::dies::
Harry: ::reappears:: What did I miss?
Everyone: ::throws Harry to the evil killer bunny::
Harry: ::dies again::
Draco: Well that’s interesting.
Harry’s ghost: Bloody pirates…
Ron: 3 days…
Everyone: SHUT UP ALREADY!
~~End of Part 1~~
So as you can see, this is a cross between HP and Pirates of the Caribbean, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and The Ring. Interesting combination, if I do say so myself. Enjoy!
Part Two
Narrator: Ron is the new King/Leader of the group, and Draco is taking the time to make sure that Ron knows what he is getting himself into…
Draco (singing about Ron): Bravely bold King Weasel rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave King Weasel. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave King Weasel. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecap split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave King Weasel. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his penis split...
Ron (looking pale): Er..is there anything else we can talk about?
Hermione: So, Draco, you never did tell us how you came back from the dead. We all heard rumours about things, like how you escaped by giant sea turtles.
Draco: Did you now. Well. it’s true. I did escape. With rope hair. From me back. No, no, I’m just kidding. How do you think I got back? I spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum until I heard all of your bloody noise and got booted back.
Hermione: You…you…you…AHHH! ::storms off::
Draco (calling after her):Welcome to the Caribbean, luv. Or more appropriately, the middle of nowhere on the quest for a Holy Grail that doesn’t exist.
(They continue traveling for several hours. Draco disappears again.)
Ginny: Where did he go now?
Ron: Who?
Ginny: Draco, you prat. Who do you think? Why do you think we haven’t heard any insults for a few hours?
Ron: Don’t jinx it.
Draco (across a distance): Too late, Weasel.
Ron: OY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE? ::mutters:: Bloody ferret…
Draco: ::shouting in a really bad French accent:: YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMPSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDEBERRIES! I FART IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION! NOW, GO AWAY, BEFORE I TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME!
Ron: ::angrily:: What did you just say? And what is with that stupid accent?
Draco: I'm French. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king?
Ron: What are you doing up there in the first place?
Draco: Mind your own business Muggle-lover.
Ron: ::turns purple:: Why you….
Draco: ::shrugs:: Hey. That’s what they paid me to say.
Ron: Who paid you?
Draco: Them. ::points::
Ron: ::looks::
(By this point everyone has deserted Ron and is now standing where he is looking)
Knight 1: We are the Knights of NI!
Ron: The what?
Knight 2: The Knights of NI!, you blubbering fool.
Ron: Aaaand….?
Knight 3: If you ever expect to get past us, you must get…A SHRUBBERY!
::Knights gasp::
Ron: A shrubbery? Why a shrubbery?
Knight 1: Because we said so.
Ron: Psh. Whatever. ::poofs a shrubbery out of nowhere with his wand::
Knights: ::are in awe over the shrubbery::
Knight 1: ::recovering from shock:: Well then. You must now get…another shrubbery! Without magic! And then you must cut down the biggest tree in the forest with…a herring!
Knights: ::gasp::
Ron: ::looks confused:: Oooookay, then…I have no idea what it is with you guys and shrubberies…::goes off clapping coconuts to find another shrubbery:: ::finds Fred behind him::
Fred: So another shrubbery, eh?
Ron: Where the bloody hell did you come from?
Fred: ::shrugs:: All I know is that I am here to help you get a shrubbery.
Ron: We have wands for a reason, Fred.
Fred: Good point. ::poofs another shrubbery::
(Ron and Fred return to the Knights of Ni)
Ron: ::bows mockingly:: We have your shrubbery, o Knights of Ni.
Knight 2: Very well then. But we are no longer the Knights of Ni. We are the now the Knights who say…
Fred: Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z'nourrwringmm.
Knight 2: ::looks shocked::
Fred: I know it’s you George. Oh, and it.
Knights: ::flip out and run away::
Fred: ::explains to Ron:: I’ve had trouble with them before.
Ron: Oh?
(Everyone returns to themselves)
Ron: Ok, gang, let’s move. I’m sick of this place.
Draco: ::sings to Ron:: Brave King Weasel ran away, bravely ran away away. When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. Yes, brave King Weasel turned about, and valiantly, he chickened out. Bravely taking to his feet, he beat a very brave retreat. A brave retreat by brave King Weasel.
Ron: ::throttles Draco::
Draco: ::dies::
Ginny: ::kills Ron for killing Draco::
Everyone: ::alive again::
Hermione: Ok, since that’s over…
Ron: Right.
Draco: ::pouts::
Ginny: ::kisses Draco::
Draco: ::kisses back::
Ron: ::almost kills Draco again::
Draco: ::stops::
Draco: So where were we again?
Ron: ::to Draco:: You know, I really hate you, you lying, conniving, right pain in the ar-
Draco: ::to Ron:: Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid. ::kisses Ginny again::
Ron: ::looks like he wants to kill Draco *again*::
Draco: ::is a prick:: You need to find yourself a girl mate. Or perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch are you? I should hope not…no one can resist these looks…
Ron: ::in a brief confused moment:: ::kisses Draco on the lips:: ::
Draco: ::responds::
Ginny: What is it with guys making out with other guys that is so attractive?
Hermione: ::gawks::
Draco: ::stops:: ::smirks:: I believe you owe us one now…
Ron: ::faints::
Ginny: Nope. You did that of your own accord. I owe you nothing. Horny bastard.
Draco: Sticks and stones, love.
Ron: ::remembers what time it is:: ::creepy Samara voice:: One day…
Part 3
Narrator: Everyone is tired and horny and getting on each other’s nerves. The Holy Grail is just that much closer. I believe our heroes will be finding it any time now…
Ron: ::to the narrator:: Bloody well shut up already, yeah?
Narrator: How about no?
Ron: ::kills narrator::
Everyone: I don’t think he should have done that…
Narrator: ::shows some signs of life::
George: ::with large cart of dead bodies:: BRING OUT YER DEAD!
Ron: Here’s one. ::puts narrator’s half dead body on the cart::
George: He’s not dead yet. Sorry, I can’t take him.
Ron: Yes he is, what are you talking about?
George: Look! He’s moving! He can’t be dead yet!
Ron: ::tries to come up with a valid excuse::
Narrator: I’m not dead yet!
George: See? Told you?
Ron: ::clubs narrator on the head::
George: I don’t think you were supposed to do that…
Ron: ::clubs George on the head::
Ron: ::picks up cart:: BRING OUT YER DEAD!
~~~~~
Draco: Sure. Why not. Kill us all off you bloody bastard why don’t you.
The time: ::is almost midnight::
Hermione: We’ve been traveling for seven bloody days…can’t we take a break?
Ginny: It never sleeps.
Draco: Oh no, not you too…
Everyone: ::sees large piles of water at their feet::
Hermione: ::in a stupor:: Look! Water! Let’s go see where it’s coming from!
Everyone: ::digs a huge hole in a very small amount of time::
Ron: ::looks down well:: Oh shit… ::Ron sees the girl that he and Harry had killed seven days ago::
Hermione: Oh jeez…::sees dead girl’s body:: I think that we should bury this.
Ginny: ::quietly:: I wouldn’t do that if I were you…
(Hermione buries the body anyways)
Hermione: Well. Now that that’s over with…
The body: ::comes up and attacks everyone::
Everyone: ::dies::
Samara: ::lives on through the videotape::
Samara: I told you…never cross a dead person twice.
~~~~~
::Twilight Zone Theme::
Robert Stack: And so ends another episode of Unsolved Mysteries…If you have any information, please call 1800---
Samara: Oh please…::turns TV off:: They never did realize that the Holy Grail was at Harrod's, did they? Too bad...::turns evil again::
END…?
bwahahaha...