(Saga 1: Hogwarts House)
CHAPTER 2: THATS...... UM........ OKAY.

Harry fell over. Fell over. OVAH. Voldemort turned around, his eyebrows raised. He noticed Harry on the ground. His expression turned to that of complete shock.
"OHMAHGAWD! SOMEONE! HELP THIS POOR BOY! OH MY GOD!" Voldemort threw his arms up in the air, panicking wildly. Snape ran away (in fright), and Sirius sighed, rubbing his temples. Remus begins screaming, and runs off into the night, growing a particularly soft mane of blue fur. Mrs. Weasley did the same, only she ran in the opposite direction. Ron was shocked! Why, he never, ever... EEEEEEEEEEVER knew his Mommy was a werewolf! He began bursting in tears. Hagrid stood awkwardly. Voldemort was still extremely panicky, and oddly enough, his robes were flowing for no good reason. I mean, these fabrics were really flapping about gracefully. Snape was hiding behind a mini version of some statue. Oh, I forgot to mention, when I said it was a smaller version of Hogwarts, everything was mini. A statue that would normally tower very high over students in normal Hoggy Warty Warts was small enough that it took Snape to crouch into a frightened ball to full shield him. Sirius, after a few moments, realized his hair was on fire after his excessive temple rubbing. He began panicking worse than Voldemort, running up the the mini stairs and tumbling down them, droppin' and rollin'.

Harry was still just kompletely, inkonceivably knocked out. He was having an odd dream about two children that look oddly like him, walking down to the Slytherin common room. One of them, apparently named James, grabbed for the wall and slapped a rather large boy across the nose. Harry awaoke, only to realize Voldemort was giving him CPR.

DUN DUN....DUN.