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Oct. 11th, 2005 12:42 pmMy one and only essay into HP fanfic...
Harry Potter and the Hackneyed Device: Chapter One
Harry Potter dragged himself awake out of a long and confusing dream. For a moment he was unsure where he was: then he remembered. It was his last ever day at Hogwarts. Today he would return to Privet Drive for the last time, and then embark on his quest for the murderer of Dumbledore.
He groped for his glasses and pushed them on to his face, got out of bed and picked up his washing tackle. Around him the other occupants of the Gryffindor dormitory were stirring uneasily. He padded quietly down the corridor to the showers*. One of the cubicles was already occupied: someone was singing, in a reedy but melodious tenor. The words were obscured by the sound of the spray, but Harry thought he heard something about a cake.
He took off his pyjamas, picked up his flannel and turned round, just as the curtain was drawn back and the occupant emerged.
“Ah, Harry,” said Albus Dumbledore. “Do excuse me, only my shower seems to be broken, I suspect Peeves has blocked the hose with...why, my dear boy, whatever is the matter?”
Harry Potter and the Hackneyed Device: Chapter One
Harry Potter dragged himself awake out of a long and confusing dream. For a moment he was unsure where he was: then he remembered. It was his last ever day at Hogwarts. Today he would return to Privet Drive for the last time, and then embark on his quest for the murderer of Dumbledore.
He groped for his glasses and pushed them on to his face, got out of bed and picked up his washing tackle. Around him the other occupants of the Gryffindor dormitory were stirring uneasily. He padded quietly down the corridor to the showers*. One of the cubicles was already occupied: someone was singing, in a reedy but melodious tenor. The words were obscured by the sound of the spray, but Harry thought he heard something about a cake.
He took off his pyjamas, picked up his flannel and turned round, just as the curtain was drawn back and the occupant emerged.
“Ah, Harry,” said Albus Dumbledore. “Do excuse me, only my shower seems to be broken, I suspect Peeves has blocked the hose with...why, my dear boy, whatever is the matter?”