Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, condensed, part 1 of 2
With no introduction and lots of spoilers, here we go...
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS, condensed
By mollyringwraith, with all the usual apologies, disclaimers, and gratitude in J.K. Rowling's direction.
READERS settle into their seats and gather up their Character Death Bingo cards.
READER A: I heard Rowling's going to kill off two major characters. I bet it's--
READER B: Shh! Don't say!
READER C: Well, I bet Snape's not actually evil.
READER D: I bet Dumbledore is actually evil.
READER E: I bet Sirius comes back.
READER F: I bet Hermione marries Draco.
READER G: Shh! It's starting!
The clock strikes midnight. The audience hushes. UPS delivers a buttload of books. The final installment begins...
CHAPTER ONE: MALFOY MANOR
SNAPE and YAXLEY stroll up to the front door. A sign is taped there: "Genocide meeting in the main dining room. Come on in! Free biscuits!!!"
VOLDEMORT: What's up, boys?
YAXLEY: We're turning the Ministry evil.
SNAPE: And I know where Harry Potter's hiding. Ha ha. I win.
VOLDEMORT: Neat. Did you hear the latest joke? Malfoy's niece married a werewolf.
DEATH EATERS crack up. MALFOYS die of embarrassment.
VOLDEMORT: Anyhoo, time for Pin the Death Curse on the Mudblood-Lovin' Teacher!
VOLDEMORT kills their Hogwarts schoolmarm captive.
VOLDEMORT: Give me detention for text-messaging in class, will you.
DEATH EATERS: What?
VOLDEMORT: Nothing. Everyone done with their biscuits? Good, because watching a snake swallow someone whole is really unappetizing.
CHAPTER TWO: DURSLEYS' HOUSE
HARRY does some room-cleanin', some bleedin', and some reminiscin'. He picks up the newspaper and gets a nasty shock.
RITA SKEETER: (in the interview) I've just completed a 900-page book on Dumbledore!
READERS: 900 pages? Jeez. She must have the same editors as Rowling.
RITA: I uncovered his family's involvement with the Genocide Glee Club. And his unnatural, unhealthy relationship with Harry Potter, of course.
HARRY splutters.
CHAN-SLASHERS: (looking around nervously) Uh-oh. Rowling's on to us.
RITA: Also, I think I'll accuse Harry of killing Dumbledore, just for fun.
HARRY: Oh, next time I see you, I am so pulling out the caps lock of rage.
CHAPTER THREE: DURSLEYS' HOUSE
UNCLE VERNON: So we have to leave with some wizard weirdos for our own good?
HARRY: Or get tortured by Voldemort. Yeah.
UNCLE VERNON: Bye then. (leaves)
DUDLEY: (hesitating at door) Kthnxbye.
HARRY: Hang on--did you say "Thanks"?
DUDLEY: Almost.
HARRY: Wow. Just...wow.
CHAPTER FOUR: DURSLEYS' HOUSE STILL
RON, HERMIONE, FRED, GEORGE, LUPIN, and really nearly EVERYONE IN THE BOOKS shows up.
MOODY: Okay, Harry, here's the plan for getting you out of here without getting hit by the baddies. Half of us turn into you!
They pass around Polyjuice Potion and we get six new Harrys, who go about changing into Harry-ish clothes in front of everyone.
HARRY: Hey! Less with the nudity when you're me, people!
READERS: Even those of us who don't read fanfic are coming up with kinky ideas here.
For instance, these things don't happen, but could:
HERMIONE-AS-HARRY: (squeezing own butt) Hmm, nice. Quite firm. Always did wonder.
RON-AS-HARRY: (peeking down own shorts, smiling in relief) Right, as I suspected. Nothing worth envying.
FRED-AS-HARRY and GEORGE-AS-HARRY tangle up in a big kiss, then separate and jot down notes, and take magical wax impressions of their Harry-ish mouths.
FRED-AS-HARRY: Not what you think, Harry, it's just--
GEORGE-AS-HARRY: We figure we can sell an awful lot of--
FRED-AS-HARRY: Charms that capture the experience of snogging Harry Potter so that--
GEORGE-AS-HARRY: Others can try it for themselves without having to molest you.
FRED-AS-HARRY: Nice, right? We'll let you in on the profits.
But anyway, none of that happens. Instead they all fly off in different directions to confuse the Death Eaters, which totally doesn't work. Everyone gets attacked, and HEDWIG gets killed. READERS jolt up in their chairs and fumble around for their Character Death Bingo cards.
READERS: Yikes! Death count starting already? Poor Hedwig. Hmm...does she count as a major character?
CHAPTER FIVE: THE BURROW
HAGRID and HARRY crash into the lawn.
HAGRID: Sorry about Hedwig, Harry. Well, life goes on!
READERS: An animal dies and Hagrid isn't bawling? What gives?
FRED: Guys! Mad-Eye Moody's dead!
READERS: (picking up Death Bingo card again) Jeebus. So does Mad-Eye count as a major character? Wait--we haven't seen a body. I'm not checking this one off yet. (They throw down Bingo card.)
LUPIN: Blast it, Harry, you limp-wanded puff, why didn't you kill anyone?
HARRY: Uh...sorry..? By the way, my wand moved and shot something all by itself.
HERMIONE: You're an adolescent. That's normal.
GEORGE: Urf. Missing an ear here.
READERS: (hesitantly picking Bingo card back up) Does George's ear count as a major character?
CHAPTER SIX: RON'S NEST O' LOVE, THE BURROW
HARRY: You two really should not come on the Horcrux expedition with me.
RON: Too late. I already put a ghoul in my pajamas.
HARRY: Well...what you do in your private time is your own business, but...
HERMIONE: And I already brainwashed my parents into becoming the next Crocodile Hunters, so it's not like I have a life anymore.
HERMIONE bursts into tears. RON embraces her, magically cleans a handkerchief for her, somehow not turning it into a sharp-toothed small mammal, and glares at HARRY.
HARRY: Okay. Um. Guess you're coming.
MRS. WEASLEY: (busting in) You children and your secret meetings! You'll be the death of me! Have you no concern for the heart of a poor suffering mother? Please go stack canapes for Bill's wedding; there's a dear.
CHAPTER SEVEN: STILL AT THE BURROW
RON: Happy seventeenth, Harry. Time you learned some anatomy, nudge nudge, wink wink.
He gives HARRY a book about charming the pants off young witches.
HARRY: Thanks. Whooo, those are some nice illustrations!
RON: (and I quote) You'll be surprised, it's not all about wandwork, either.
READERS: Well, that's good. Seventeen-year-old boys really do think with their wands too much.
GINNY: Psst. Come into my room a sec, Harry.
HARRY: Okay.
GINNY: Here's your gift. My tongue, for the next half hour.
HARRY: Sweet! Remind me to break up with you more often!
ROWLING tells us they kiss in a way they've never kissed before, which makes you wonder what exactly they were doing in all those precious stolen moments on the Hogwarts grounds that Harry keeps reminiscing about. Playing Scrabble, evidently. Unfortunately HARRY now only gets to enjoy this gift for about ten seconds, for then RON flings open the door.
RON: Till I'm getting some, no one gets any!
HARRY: Hermione? Work on that, will you?
HERMIONE: (cringing) Right. Sorry.
At dinner, SCRIMGEOUR shows up.
SCRIMGEOUR: Dumbledore left Ron a magic anti-flashlight. The question I ask you is: why??
RON: Dunno.
SCRIMGEOUR: Very well. He left Hermione a book of fairy tales. The question I ask you is: why??
HERMIONE: Dunno.
SCRIMGEOUR: A likely story. He left Harry a Snitch, and a sword that I'm not giving you. The question I--
HARRY: I. Don't. Bloody. Know.
SCRIMGEOUR: Wankers. I'm leaving.
SNITCH: Psst. I open at the close!
HARRY, HERMIONE, and RON: Well, how very bleeding useful.
CHAPTER EIGHT: BURROW GARDEN
HARRY: Hi. I'm Cousin Barny. Welcome to the wedding.
AUNTIE MURIEL: I'm a hundred and eighty! Get me a chair!
VIKTOR KRUM: I am here for the good-looking vitches. Vere are they? Ach! Vy is Luna's dad vearing a Grindevald Svastika?
AUNTIE MURIEL: Elphias, old boy! Good riddance to that creep Dumbledore, eh? (swigs champagne)
ELPHIAS DOGE: Creep? How dare--
AUNTIE MURIEL: Kept his sister locked up, didn't care when his mum died, gave his brother swirlies all the time, came to parties dressed as a Nazi...
ELPHIAS DOGE: He did not!
AUNTIE MURIEL: Oh, I guess that last was some royal. Still. Bathilda Bagshot sure told me some juicy Dumbledorian gossip about those Godric's Hollow days.
READERS: Bagshot...hmm, is that a Lord of the Rings shout-out?
HARRY: There's a connection between Dumbledore and Godric's Hollow and Bagshot? And therefore between Dumbledore, Voldemort, my parents, and Lord of the Rings? And therefore between Tolkien and me? No wonder Daniel Radcliffe sometimes signs autographs as Elijah Wood! It all makes sense now!
KINGSLEY'S PATRONUS: Hi folks. Scrimgeour's dead and the Ministry has fallen. Please fly into a panic.
EVERYONE complies.
READERS: (sighing and checking off SCRIMGEOUR on Bingo card) Okay, he really isn't a major character. I'm almost sure on this one.
CHAPTER NINE: LONDON
RON, HERMIONE, and HARRY pop themselves onto Tottenham Court Road and duck into a dark alley to change clothes.
RON: Oof. Hermione, you packed my tightest jeans. I can barely get my wand out.
READERS: Trying not to comment...
Our heroes enter a café, get attacked by Death Eaters within 45 seconds, escape, and go to Grimmauld Place instead.
HARRY: My scar hurts again. And I'm sensing Voldemort getting upset and hurting people. Again.
HERMIONE: Oh my God Harry nooo! Stop letting it happen!
HARRY: Shut. Up.
CHAPTER TEN: GRIMMAULD PLACE
HARRY pokes around in SIRIUS's old room.
HARRY: Look, half a letter from my mum!
LETTER: Dear Sirius: Thanks for the broomstick! As you know it's always a great idea to put a one-year-old on a flying object. Man, can you believe what Bathilda tells us about Dumbledore? I'm especially intrigued at that part about-- (paper ends there)
HARRY: Hm. I should investigate that.
HERMIONE: Oh, Harry. You're just sentimental. A letter that talks about Dumbledore's mysterious doings could simply have no relevance at all to the mysterious doings Dumbledore sent you to do.
HARRY: Hey, I just had a brain wave! Regulus Arcturus Black is the R.A.B. in the fake Horcrux locket!
HERMIONE: The fans figured that out about a day after the last book was published. Didn't you know?
HARRY: Kreacher, what's the story with all this?
KREACHER: Master Regulus died and Kreacher was supposed to destroy the real locket! But Mundungus Fletcher stole it. Kreacher failed!
KREACHER tries to maim himself with numerous household objects.
HARRY: Kreacher, I command you to stop smacking your head with the colander. Now go find us the real locket.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: GRIMMAULD PLACE
LUPIN: Hello, children. Bad news: there's a price on Harry's head for involvement in Dumbledore's death, and the Ministry is requiring all Muggle-borns to show up for voluntary torture. So, mind if I come with you on the mysterious journey?
HERMIONE: Shouldn't you stay with your wife?
LUPIN: No. She's pregnant.
HARRY: Then...shouldn't you definitely stay with her?
LUPIN: No! I should never have married her, all right? It was a gigantic mistake!
READERS: Wow. The slashers are right. He really is gay.
LUPIN: My kid's going to be a werewolf and I will have ruined my dear family's lives!
READERS: Oh. Never mind.
HARRY: Grow a spine, you git. Go home this instant and be a proper man.
LUPIN storms out.
KREACHER: Kreacher is back with the thief Mundungus!
MUNDUNGUS: Don't 'urt me. I gave the locket to some Ministry slag 'oo looks like a toad.
HARRY: Thank goodness. I was so worried I'd die without seeing Dolores Umbridge again.
CHAPTER TWELVE: GRIMMAULD PLACE, A MONTH LATER
HARRY: Good God I'm bored. Let's break into the Ministry of Magic.
KREACHER: But Kreacher is not done licking Master Harry's shoes clean!
HARRY: Whoa, I just had another Voldemort mind-meld.
HERMIONE: Oh my God Harry nooo! Stop letting it happen!
HARRY: Shut up. He's looking for the wandmaker Gregorovitch. He's having wand performance issues.
RON: There's some stuff we don't need to know, all right?
They lurk outside the Ministry, knock someone out, and send two more to the hospital in order to take their places. Apparently HARRY will only do harm to random cube workers, not actual Death Eaters.
YAXLEY: Good morning, comrades! Don't you just love coming to work, and caressing the new wallpaper made of Mudblood skins?
HARRY: There, see? At least one or two of the people we hurt were bad guys.
READERS: So are you going to start shooting to kill?
HARRY: No.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: MINISTRY OF MAGIC
HARRY discovers MAD-EYE's magic eye being used as door decor on UMBRIDGE's office.
SOME READERS: Ew. Well, that's reason enough to check off Moody on the Death list.
OTHER READERS: Still haven't seen a body. I'm not convinced yet.
UMBRIDGE: Let's see, how many Mudbloods are we sending to Azkaban today?
HARRY: You ain't sending nobody! Run! Run free, little people! (*smacks Umbridge down* *takes Horcrux locket* *barely escapes*)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: SOME FOREST
RON: Ouch. I left part of my arm on the front step in London.
HARRY: Look, I got Moody's eye!
RON and HERMIONE: Eeeek!
HARRY: Oh, and the Horcrux too.
RON: Can we destroy it?
HARRY: Can't see how. Let's take turns wearing it.
HERMIONE: Okay. I'm sure nothing evil will happen with that plan.
HARRY: Whoa! Another Voldemort glimpse in my head just there.
HERMIONE: Oh my God Harry nooo! Stop let-
HARRY: Shut up. Hm, he's looking for some fancy German wand.
HARRY drifts off to sleep thinking dreamily about a blond-haired merry-faced youth who stole something once. SEVERAL READERS start plotting time-travel slash involving HARRY and said THIEF.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: VARIOUS CAMPSITES AROUND BRITAIN
RON: This sucks. We have no plan, no ideas; we're supposed to defeat a bunch of dark wizards, and we can't even scrape together enough magic to obtain food.
HERMIONE: Are you bringing any skills to our quest other than complaining?
HARRY: Shush! Someone's outside!
GRIPHOOK: Tell you guys something funny. The real sword of Gryffindor isn't in the vault where Snape thinks it is.
DEAN THOMAS and TED TONKS: Neat. That makes me feel so much better about being on the run for my life.
HERMIONE: (pulling a picture frame out of her bag) Yo, Phineas Nigellus! Did you ever see Dumbledore doing anything odd with the sword of Gryffindor?
PHINEAS NIGELLUS: Other than his occasional nude tai chi? No. Oh, but I guess he stabbed a ring with it once.
HERMIONE: Kaythanks, that'll do, bye! (shoves picture frame away)
HARRY: Woohoo! We finally have one single possible fragment of a clue!
RON: Pfft. Hardly. You suck, so does Dumbledore, and so does this whole trip.
HARRY: Fine. Go home, then.
RON: Fine, I will. You coming, woman?
HERMIONE: Um...no, but...
RON: You suck too.
RON storms out. HERMIONE starts crying and doesn't stop for a week.
HARRY: Dear Dumbledore: Wherever you are, I just want to say I kind of hate you. Sincerely, Harry.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE TENT OF GLOOM
HERMIONE: This one fairy tale has the Grindewald Swastika on top of it. Weird. Oh well.
HARRY: Want to spend Christmas in Godric's Hollow with a bunch of gravestones?
HERMIONE: Gosh, more than anything.
In the Godric's Hollow graveyard they find the Dumbledores, another Grindewald Swastika, a number of other famous names, and Harry's parents; and the latter makes HARRY get all teary, which is actually a sweet but depressing moment that I can't think of a good way to parody. So let's move on!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: GODRIC'S HOLLOW
HARRY: Look, a strange old woman beckoning to us! Let's follow!
READERS: Trap.
HERMIONE: Um, I'm not sure we should...
HARRY: You're Bathilda Bagshot, ma'am, right? There, see? She nodded! It's okay.
READERS: Trap!
BATHILDA lures HARRY upstairs and promptly turns into NAGINI THE GIANT EVIL SNAKE. Furthermore, VOLDEMORT shows up.
HARRY: Oh. Trap.
VOLDEMORT: You know what it's time for? A long italicized interruption in the form of a redundant flashback! Muhahaha!
HARRY: Noooooo!!
HERMIONE: Harry, wake up!
HARRY: Wuh? Where am I?
HERMIONE: In the tent. We barely escaped. And I, er...kinda killed your wand.
HARRY: My life just gets better and better.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: LATEST CAMPSITE OF TEEN ANGST
HERMIONE: Here, let's read Rita Skeeter's book.
BOOK: (goes on for six pages about how Dumbledore was a raging twat; uses the word "shocking" more often than strictly necessary)
HARRY: God, I hate Dumbledore even more now. Oh well. Let's get some sleep and continue risking our lives for his quest.
CHAPTER NINETEEN: SNOWY FOREST
HARRY spots a silver doe Patronus in the woods at night and, naturally, jumps up to follow it without telling HERMIONE.
READERS: Heaven's sake, Harry. Trap, already.
HARRY: Dude. The sword of Gryffindor is frozen under a pond.
READERS: Oh. Well...trap, still...?
HARRY: I shall strip and get it!
LOCKET HORCRUX: I shall strangle you underwater!
RON: (pulling HARRY out) Now is not the time to play "Frodo and Sam in the River Anduin," mate.
HARRY: Ron! You're back! Whose Patronus was that?
RON: Dunno. I wouldn't worry about it.
HARRY: Here--you smash the locket. It'll give you something manly to tell Hermione.
LOCKET: Hey Ron, your mummy doesn't love you and your girl lusts after your roommate! Hahah! (plays a little movie in which HARRY and HERMIONE make out)
READERS: Hmm, is that on YouTube yet?
RON: (sob) Stop it stop it stop it! (kills Horcrux)
HARRY: Hey, um, it isn't true. She's like a sister to me. Our love is only a sibling-like love. Always has been. Never will be otherwise. I want to make this perfectly clear. We are now on record about the sibling-only nature of our love. Everyone got that?
HARRY/HERMIONE SHIPPERS: (sulking) Meanie.
HARRY and RON return to the tent.
RON: Hermione, guess what? I've found my special purpose! It's to flake out and come crawling back. Dumbledore knew all along.
HERMIONE: Neato. How would a black eye and a few broken ribs look with your new special purpose?
HERMIONE starts whaling on RON until HARRY throws a magical Plexiglass wall between them.
HARRY: Remind me again why I should take your advice on women, Ron.
CHAPTER TWENTY: RANDOM CAMPSITE OF THE DAY
HERMIONE: Let's go see Luna's dad. He knows something about that Grindewald mark thingy, and he adores Harry.
They Apparate to the right general area. Nobody is surprised to learn that the LOVEGOODS live in a gigantic stovepipe with hideous decor.
XENOPHILIUS: Eeek!! Not you! Out!
HARRY: Aw, come on. You adore me.
XENOPHILIUS: Um...okay...yes. Come in, and don't look at my newspaper!
HARRY: Okey doke. So, tell us about that symbol thingy.
XENOPHILIUS: Ah, the sign of the Deathly Hallows?
ROWLING ends chapter there to give appropriate weight to the Deathly Hallows finally being mentioned after 400 pages in a book called Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE LOVEGOOD CRIB
XENOPHILIUS: Once upon a time...uh, Hermione, why don't you just read it from your book? Everyone loves those long passages of italics.
HERMIONE: There were three brothers whom Death owed a favor to. One chose the invincible Elder Wand. He got killed anyway. The next chose a stone to kinda-sorta bring back the dead. This turned out way emo and he killed himself. The last had a totally sweet Invisibility Cloak and lived a long happy life.
XENOPHILIUS: Those three things are the Deathly Hallows. Put 'em all together and you rule the world.
HERMIONE: But those first two things can't possibly exist! Even though the third totally does!
XENOPHILIUS: You're a stubborn little wench, aren't you? Well, I'll go make us dinner.
HARRY: I can't help having the strangest feeling that he's hiding something.
DEATH EATERS knock on door.
DEATH EATERS: Hellooo? Here to pick up the Potter kid you called about.
HARRY: Like that, maybe.
XENOPHILIUS: Sorry, children, but they took Luna! Selling you is my only shot at getting her back.
HERMIONE: You're a twerp. But I'll let the Death Eaters glimpse us before we Disapparate. Maybe they'll only break one of your limbs.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: YE OLDE TENT AGAIN
RON: Jeez, I hope Luna's not getting tortured by dementors as we speak.
HARRY: Nah, she's fine. Hey, I bet that Horcrux ring was the stone that kinda-sorta brings back the dead! It's probably in the stupid Snitch, not that it'll open. Dumbledore must have been collecting Hallows!
HERMIONE: Oh, for heaven's sake, Harry. They're completely not real. Even though we know one of them is.
HARRY sits around and broods about Hallows, especially the one he doesn't have, the Elder Wand. The Deathstick. The Wand of Destiny.
HUSBANDS AROUND THE WORLD: Hey, honey? I want my new bedroom nickname to be "The Wand of Destiny."
RON: Dudes! Potterwatch is on the radio!
HARRY: I'm so delighted I'll say "Voldemort" out loud!
FENRIR GREYBACK AND ASSOCIATES: Gotcha.
Edit: Second half is here!
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS, condensed
By mollyringwraith, with all the usual apologies, disclaimers, and gratitude in J.K. Rowling's direction.
READERS settle into their seats and gather up their Character Death Bingo cards.
READER A: I heard Rowling's going to kill off two major characters. I bet it's--
READER B: Shh! Don't say!
READER C: Well, I bet Snape's not actually evil.
READER D: I bet Dumbledore is actually evil.
READER E: I bet Sirius comes back.
READER F: I bet Hermione marries Draco.
READER G: Shh! It's starting!
The clock strikes midnight. The audience hushes. UPS delivers a buttload of books. The final installment begins...
CHAPTER ONE: MALFOY MANOR
SNAPE and YAXLEY stroll up to the front door. A sign is taped there: "Genocide meeting in the main dining room. Come on in! Free biscuits!!!"
VOLDEMORT: What's up, boys?
YAXLEY: We're turning the Ministry evil.
SNAPE: And I know where Harry Potter's hiding. Ha ha. I win.
VOLDEMORT: Neat. Did you hear the latest joke? Malfoy's niece married a werewolf.
DEATH EATERS crack up. MALFOYS die of embarrassment.
VOLDEMORT: Anyhoo, time for Pin the Death Curse on the Mudblood-Lovin' Teacher!
VOLDEMORT kills their Hogwarts schoolmarm captive.
VOLDEMORT: Give me detention for text-messaging in class, will you.
DEATH EATERS: What?
VOLDEMORT: Nothing. Everyone done with their biscuits? Good, because watching a snake swallow someone whole is really unappetizing.
CHAPTER TWO: DURSLEYS' HOUSE
HARRY does some room-cleanin', some bleedin', and some reminiscin'. He picks up the newspaper and gets a nasty shock.
RITA SKEETER: (in the interview) I've just completed a 900-page book on Dumbledore!
READERS: 900 pages? Jeez. She must have the same editors as Rowling.
RITA: I uncovered his family's involvement with the Genocide Glee Club. And his unnatural, unhealthy relationship with Harry Potter, of course.
HARRY splutters.
CHAN-SLASHERS: (looking around nervously) Uh-oh. Rowling's on to us.
RITA: Also, I think I'll accuse Harry of killing Dumbledore, just for fun.
HARRY: Oh, next time I see you, I am so pulling out the caps lock of rage.
CHAPTER THREE: DURSLEYS' HOUSE
UNCLE VERNON: So we have to leave with some wizard weirdos for our own good?
HARRY: Or get tortured by Voldemort. Yeah.
UNCLE VERNON: Bye then. (leaves)
DUDLEY: (hesitating at door) Kthnxbye.
HARRY: Hang on--did you say "Thanks"?
DUDLEY: Almost.
HARRY: Wow. Just...wow.
CHAPTER FOUR: DURSLEYS' HOUSE STILL
RON, HERMIONE, FRED, GEORGE, LUPIN, and really nearly EVERYONE IN THE BOOKS shows up.
MOODY: Okay, Harry, here's the plan for getting you out of here without getting hit by the baddies. Half of us turn into you!
They pass around Polyjuice Potion and we get six new Harrys, who go about changing into Harry-ish clothes in front of everyone.
HARRY: Hey! Less with the nudity when you're me, people!
READERS: Even those of us who don't read fanfic are coming up with kinky ideas here.
For instance, these things don't happen, but could:
HERMIONE-AS-HARRY: (squeezing own butt) Hmm, nice. Quite firm. Always did wonder.
RON-AS-HARRY: (peeking down own shorts, smiling in relief) Right, as I suspected. Nothing worth envying.
FRED-AS-HARRY and GEORGE-AS-HARRY tangle up in a big kiss, then separate and jot down notes, and take magical wax impressions of their Harry-ish mouths.
FRED-AS-HARRY: Not what you think, Harry, it's just--
GEORGE-AS-HARRY: We figure we can sell an awful lot of--
FRED-AS-HARRY: Charms that capture the experience of snogging Harry Potter so that--
GEORGE-AS-HARRY: Others can try it for themselves without having to molest you.
FRED-AS-HARRY: Nice, right? We'll let you in on the profits.
But anyway, none of that happens. Instead they all fly off in different directions to confuse the Death Eaters, which totally doesn't work. Everyone gets attacked, and HEDWIG gets killed. READERS jolt up in their chairs and fumble around for their Character Death Bingo cards.
READERS: Yikes! Death count starting already? Poor Hedwig. Hmm...does she count as a major character?
CHAPTER FIVE: THE BURROW
HAGRID and HARRY crash into the lawn.
HAGRID: Sorry about Hedwig, Harry. Well, life goes on!
READERS: An animal dies and Hagrid isn't bawling? What gives?
FRED: Guys! Mad-Eye Moody's dead!
READERS: (picking up Death Bingo card again) Jeebus. So does Mad-Eye count as a major character? Wait--we haven't seen a body. I'm not checking this one off yet. (They throw down Bingo card.)
LUPIN: Blast it, Harry, you limp-wanded puff, why didn't you kill anyone?
HARRY: Uh...sorry..? By the way, my wand moved and shot something all by itself.
HERMIONE: You're an adolescent. That's normal.
GEORGE: Urf. Missing an ear here.
READERS: (hesitantly picking Bingo card back up) Does George's ear count as a major character?
CHAPTER SIX: RON'S NEST O' LOVE, THE BURROW
HARRY: You two really should not come on the Horcrux expedition with me.
RON: Too late. I already put a ghoul in my pajamas.
HARRY: Well...what you do in your private time is your own business, but...
HERMIONE: And I already brainwashed my parents into becoming the next Crocodile Hunters, so it's not like I have a life anymore.
HERMIONE bursts into tears. RON embraces her, magically cleans a handkerchief for her, somehow not turning it into a sharp-toothed small mammal, and glares at HARRY.
HARRY: Okay. Um. Guess you're coming.
MRS. WEASLEY: (busting in) You children and your secret meetings! You'll be the death of me! Have you no concern for the heart of a poor suffering mother? Please go stack canapes for Bill's wedding; there's a dear.
CHAPTER SEVEN: STILL AT THE BURROW
RON: Happy seventeenth, Harry. Time you learned some anatomy, nudge nudge, wink wink.
He gives HARRY a book about charming the pants off young witches.
HARRY: Thanks. Whooo, those are some nice illustrations!
RON: (and I quote) You'll be surprised, it's not all about wandwork, either.
READERS: Well, that's good. Seventeen-year-old boys really do think with their wands too much.
GINNY: Psst. Come into my room a sec, Harry.
HARRY: Okay.
GINNY: Here's your gift. My tongue, for the next half hour.
HARRY: Sweet! Remind me to break up with you more often!
ROWLING tells us they kiss in a way they've never kissed before, which makes you wonder what exactly they were doing in all those precious stolen moments on the Hogwarts grounds that Harry keeps reminiscing about. Playing Scrabble, evidently. Unfortunately HARRY now only gets to enjoy this gift for about ten seconds, for then RON flings open the door.
RON: Till I'm getting some, no one gets any!
HARRY: Hermione? Work on that, will you?
HERMIONE: (cringing) Right. Sorry.
At dinner, SCRIMGEOUR shows up.
SCRIMGEOUR: Dumbledore left Ron a magic anti-flashlight. The question I ask you is: why??
RON: Dunno.
SCRIMGEOUR: Very well. He left Hermione a book of fairy tales. The question I ask you is: why??
HERMIONE: Dunno.
SCRIMGEOUR: A likely story. He left Harry a Snitch, and a sword that I'm not giving you. The question I--
HARRY: I. Don't. Bloody. Know.
SCRIMGEOUR: Wankers. I'm leaving.
SNITCH: Psst. I open at the close!
HARRY, HERMIONE, and RON: Well, how very bleeding useful.
CHAPTER EIGHT: BURROW GARDEN
HARRY: Hi. I'm Cousin Barny. Welcome to the wedding.
AUNTIE MURIEL: I'm a hundred and eighty! Get me a chair!
VIKTOR KRUM: I am here for the good-looking vitches. Vere are they? Ach! Vy is Luna's dad vearing a Grindevald Svastika?
AUNTIE MURIEL: Elphias, old boy! Good riddance to that creep Dumbledore, eh? (swigs champagne)
ELPHIAS DOGE: Creep? How dare--
AUNTIE MURIEL: Kept his sister locked up, didn't care when his mum died, gave his brother swirlies all the time, came to parties dressed as a Nazi...
ELPHIAS DOGE: He did not!
AUNTIE MURIEL: Oh, I guess that last was some royal. Still. Bathilda Bagshot sure told me some juicy Dumbledorian gossip about those Godric's Hollow days.
READERS: Bagshot...hmm, is that a Lord of the Rings shout-out?
HARRY: There's a connection between Dumbledore and Godric's Hollow and Bagshot? And therefore between Dumbledore, Voldemort, my parents, and Lord of the Rings? And therefore between Tolkien and me? No wonder Daniel Radcliffe sometimes signs autographs as Elijah Wood! It all makes sense now!
KINGSLEY'S PATRONUS: Hi folks. Scrimgeour's dead and the Ministry has fallen. Please fly into a panic.
EVERYONE complies.
READERS: (sighing and checking off SCRIMGEOUR on Bingo card) Okay, he really isn't a major character. I'm almost sure on this one.
CHAPTER NINE: LONDON
RON, HERMIONE, and HARRY pop themselves onto Tottenham Court Road and duck into a dark alley to change clothes.
RON: Oof. Hermione, you packed my tightest jeans. I can barely get my wand out.
READERS: Trying not to comment...
Our heroes enter a café, get attacked by Death Eaters within 45 seconds, escape, and go to Grimmauld Place instead.
HARRY: My scar hurts again. And I'm sensing Voldemort getting upset and hurting people. Again.
HERMIONE: Oh my God Harry nooo! Stop letting it happen!
HARRY: Shut. Up.
CHAPTER TEN: GRIMMAULD PLACE
HARRY pokes around in SIRIUS's old room.
HARRY: Look, half a letter from my mum!
LETTER: Dear Sirius: Thanks for the broomstick! As you know it's always a great idea to put a one-year-old on a flying object. Man, can you believe what Bathilda tells us about Dumbledore? I'm especially intrigued at that part about-- (paper ends there)
HARRY: Hm. I should investigate that.
HERMIONE: Oh, Harry. You're just sentimental. A letter that talks about Dumbledore's mysterious doings could simply have no relevance at all to the mysterious doings Dumbledore sent you to do.
HARRY: Hey, I just had a brain wave! Regulus Arcturus Black is the R.A.B. in the fake Horcrux locket!
HERMIONE: The fans figured that out about a day after the last book was published. Didn't you know?
HARRY: Kreacher, what's the story with all this?
KREACHER: Master Regulus died and Kreacher was supposed to destroy the real locket! But Mundungus Fletcher stole it. Kreacher failed!
KREACHER tries to maim himself with numerous household objects.
HARRY: Kreacher, I command you to stop smacking your head with the colander. Now go find us the real locket.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: GRIMMAULD PLACE
LUPIN: Hello, children. Bad news: there's a price on Harry's head for involvement in Dumbledore's death, and the Ministry is requiring all Muggle-borns to show up for voluntary torture. So, mind if I come with you on the mysterious journey?
HERMIONE: Shouldn't you stay with your wife?
LUPIN: No. She's pregnant.
HARRY: Then...shouldn't you definitely stay with her?
LUPIN: No! I should never have married her, all right? It was a gigantic mistake!
READERS: Wow. The slashers are right. He really is gay.
LUPIN: My kid's going to be a werewolf and I will have ruined my dear family's lives!
READERS: Oh. Never mind.
HARRY: Grow a spine, you git. Go home this instant and be a proper man.
LUPIN storms out.
KREACHER: Kreacher is back with the thief Mundungus!
MUNDUNGUS: Don't 'urt me. I gave the locket to some Ministry slag 'oo looks like a toad.
HARRY: Thank goodness. I was so worried I'd die without seeing Dolores Umbridge again.
CHAPTER TWELVE: GRIMMAULD PLACE, A MONTH LATER
HARRY: Good God I'm bored. Let's break into the Ministry of Magic.
KREACHER: But Kreacher is not done licking Master Harry's shoes clean!
HARRY: Whoa, I just had another Voldemort mind-meld.
HERMIONE: Oh my God Harry nooo! Stop letting it happen!
HARRY: Shut up. He's looking for the wandmaker Gregorovitch. He's having wand performance issues.
RON: There's some stuff we don't need to know, all right?
They lurk outside the Ministry, knock someone out, and send two more to the hospital in order to take their places. Apparently HARRY will only do harm to random cube workers, not actual Death Eaters.
YAXLEY: Good morning, comrades! Don't you just love coming to work, and caressing the new wallpaper made of Mudblood skins?
HARRY: There, see? At least one or two of the people we hurt were bad guys.
READERS: So are you going to start shooting to kill?
HARRY: No.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: MINISTRY OF MAGIC
HARRY discovers MAD-EYE's magic eye being used as door decor on UMBRIDGE's office.
SOME READERS: Ew. Well, that's reason enough to check off Moody on the Death list.
OTHER READERS: Still haven't seen a body. I'm not convinced yet.
UMBRIDGE: Let's see, how many Mudbloods are we sending to Azkaban today?
HARRY: You ain't sending nobody! Run! Run free, little people! (*smacks Umbridge down* *takes Horcrux locket* *barely escapes*)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: SOME FOREST
RON: Ouch. I left part of my arm on the front step in London.
HARRY: Look, I got Moody's eye!
RON and HERMIONE: Eeeek!
HARRY: Oh, and the Horcrux too.
RON: Can we destroy it?
HARRY: Can't see how. Let's take turns wearing it.
HERMIONE: Okay. I'm sure nothing evil will happen with that plan.
HARRY: Whoa! Another Voldemort glimpse in my head just there.
HERMIONE: Oh my God Harry nooo! Stop let-
HARRY: Shut up. Hm, he's looking for some fancy German wand.
HARRY drifts off to sleep thinking dreamily about a blond-haired merry-faced youth who stole something once. SEVERAL READERS start plotting time-travel slash involving HARRY and said THIEF.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: VARIOUS CAMPSITES AROUND BRITAIN
RON: This sucks. We have no plan, no ideas; we're supposed to defeat a bunch of dark wizards, and we can't even scrape together enough magic to obtain food.
HERMIONE: Are you bringing any skills to our quest other than complaining?
HARRY: Shush! Someone's outside!
GRIPHOOK: Tell you guys something funny. The real sword of Gryffindor isn't in the vault where Snape thinks it is.
DEAN THOMAS and TED TONKS: Neat. That makes me feel so much better about being on the run for my life.
HERMIONE: (pulling a picture frame out of her bag) Yo, Phineas Nigellus! Did you ever see Dumbledore doing anything odd with the sword of Gryffindor?
PHINEAS NIGELLUS: Other than his occasional nude tai chi? No. Oh, but I guess he stabbed a ring with it once.
HERMIONE: Kaythanks, that'll do, bye! (shoves picture frame away)
HARRY: Woohoo! We finally have one single possible fragment of a clue!
RON: Pfft. Hardly. You suck, so does Dumbledore, and so does this whole trip.
HARRY: Fine. Go home, then.
RON: Fine, I will. You coming, woman?
HERMIONE: Um...no, but...
RON: You suck too.
RON storms out. HERMIONE starts crying and doesn't stop for a week.
HARRY: Dear Dumbledore: Wherever you are, I just want to say I kind of hate you. Sincerely, Harry.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE TENT OF GLOOM
HERMIONE: This one fairy tale has the Grindewald Swastika on top of it. Weird. Oh well.
HARRY: Want to spend Christmas in Godric's Hollow with a bunch of gravestones?
HERMIONE: Gosh, more than anything.
In the Godric's Hollow graveyard they find the Dumbledores, another Grindewald Swastika, a number of other famous names, and Harry's parents; and the latter makes HARRY get all teary, which is actually a sweet but depressing moment that I can't think of a good way to parody. So let's move on!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: GODRIC'S HOLLOW
HARRY: Look, a strange old woman beckoning to us! Let's follow!
READERS: Trap.
HERMIONE: Um, I'm not sure we should...
HARRY: You're Bathilda Bagshot, ma'am, right? There, see? She nodded! It's okay.
READERS: Trap!
BATHILDA lures HARRY upstairs and promptly turns into NAGINI THE GIANT EVIL SNAKE. Furthermore, VOLDEMORT shows up.
HARRY: Oh. Trap.
VOLDEMORT: You know what it's time for? A long italicized interruption in the form of a redundant flashback! Muhahaha!
HARRY: Noooooo!!
HERMIONE: Harry, wake up!
HARRY: Wuh? Where am I?
HERMIONE: In the tent. We barely escaped. And I, er...kinda killed your wand.
HARRY: My life just gets better and better.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: LATEST CAMPSITE OF TEEN ANGST
HERMIONE: Here, let's read Rita Skeeter's book.
BOOK: (goes on for six pages about how Dumbledore was a raging twat; uses the word "shocking" more often than strictly necessary)
HARRY: God, I hate Dumbledore even more now. Oh well. Let's get some sleep and continue risking our lives for his quest.
CHAPTER NINETEEN: SNOWY FOREST
HARRY spots a silver doe Patronus in the woods at night and, naturally, jumps up to follow it without telling HERMIONE.
READERS: Heaven's sake, Harry. Trap, already.
HARRY: Dude. The sword of Gryffindor is frozen under a pond.
READERS: Oh. Well...trap, still...?
HARRY: I shall strip and get it!
LOCKET HORCRUX: I shall strangle you underwater!
RON: (pulling HARRY out) Now is not the time to play "Frodo and Sam in the River Anduin," mate.
HARRY: Ron! You're back! Whose Patronus was that?
RON: Dunno. I wouldn't worry about it.
HARRY: Here--you smash the locket. It'll give you something manly to tell Hermione.
LOCKET: Hey Ron, your mummy doesn't love you and your girl lusts after your roommate! Hahah! (plays a little movie in which HARRY and HERMIONE make out)
READERS: Hmm, is that on YouTube yet?
RON: (sob) Stop it stop it stop it! (kills Horcrux)
HARRY: Hey, um, it isn't true. She's like a sister to me. Our love is only a sibling-like love. Always has been. Never will be otherwise. I want to make this perfectly clear. We are now on record about the sibling-only nature of our love. Everyone got that?
HARRY/HERMIONE SHIPPERS: (sulking) Meanie.
HARRY and RON return to the tent.
RON: Hermione, guess what? I've found my special purpose! It's to flake out and come crawling back. Dumbledore knew all along.
HERMIONE: Neato. How would a black eye and a few broken ribs look with your new special purpose?
HERMIONE starts whaling on RON until HARRY throws a magical Plexiglass wall between them.
HARRY: Remind me again why I should take your advice on women, Ron.
CHAPTER TWENTY: RANDOM CAMPSITE OF THE DAY
HERMIONE: Let's go see Luna's dad. He knows something about that Grindewald mark thingy, and he adores Harry.
They Apparate to the right general area. Nobody is surprised to learn that the LOVEGOODS live in a gigantic stovepipe with hideous decor.
XENOPHILIUS: Eeek!! Not you! Out!
HARRY: Aw, come on. You adore me.
XENOPHILIUS: Um...okay...yes. Come in, and don't look at my newspaper!
HARRY: Okey doke. So, tell us about that symbol thingy.
XENOPHILIUS: Ah, the sign of the Deathly Hallows?
ROWLING ends chapter there to give appropriate weight to the Deathly Hallows finally being mentioned after 400 pages in a book called Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE LOVEGOOD CRIB
XENOPHILIUS: Once upon a time...uh, Hermione, why don't you just read it from your book? Everyone loves those long passages of italics.
HERMIONE: There were three brothers whom Death owed a favor to. One chose the invincible Elder Wand. He got killed anyway. The next chose a stone to kinda-sorta bring back the dead. This turned out way emo and he killed himself. The last had a totally sweet Invisibility Cloak and lived a long happy life.
XENOPHILIUS: Those three things are the Deathly Hallows. Put 'em all together and you rule the world.
HERMIONE: But those first two things can't possibly exist! Even though the third totally does!
XENOPHILIUS: You're a stubborn little wench, aren't you? Well, I'll go make us dinner.
HARRY: I can't help having the strangest feeling that he's hiding something.
DEATH EATERS knock on door.
DEATH EATERS: Hellooo? Here to pick up the Potter kid you called about.
HARRY: Like that, maybe.
XENOPHILIUS: Sorry, children, but they took Luna! Selling you is my only shot at getting her back.
HERMIONE: You're a twerp. But I'll let the Death Eaters glimpse us before we Disapparate. Maybe they'll only break one of your limbs.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: YE OLDE TENT AGAIN
RON: Jeez, I hope Luna's not getting tortured by dementors as we speak.
HARRY: Nah, she's fine. Hey, I bet that Horcrux ring was the stone that kinda-sorta brings back the dead! It's probably in the stupid Snitch, not that it'll open. Dumbledore must have been collecting Hallows!
HERMIONE: Oh, for heaven's sake, Harry. They're completely not real. Even though we know one of them is.
HARRY sits around and broods about Hallows, especially the one he doesn't have, the Elder Wand. The Deathstick. The Wand of Destiny.
HUSBANDS AROUND THE WORLD: Hey, honey? I want my new bedroom nickname to be "The Wand of Destiny."
RON: Dudes! Potterwatch is on the radio!
HARRY: I'm so delighted I'll say "Voldemort" out loud!
FENRIR GREYBACK AND ASSOCIATES: Gotcha.
Edit: Second half is here!