This is:
Kirstie_McGonagall's Dare:
• McGonagall enters the 100 drabble challenge.
• Someone must say ' No way. I thought Chicken's had 4 legs!'
• The Following items must be mentioned : an icecream cone, 3 glass marbles, a monkey and Emma Watson
• Lily comes back as a zombie.
• and finally, someone steals Harry's glasses.

My 1st Fan Fic on the EEFFD....Here goes nothing.

Emma Watson was tired after a long day of shooting the 5th Harry Potter movie. Between the tutoring required for her school work and the endless takes of a particular scene over and over that day, she was nearing exhaustion. After a cursory “hi” to her parents when she arrived home, she headed upstairs to her room for the evening, leaving her mum and dad behind to exchange knowing nods.

She briefly toyed with the idea of turning on her new personal computer for some net surfing. She smiled to herself that one of the benefits of being a young, successful actress was being able to afford such a lovely computer for herself. Emma had, just for some fun, recently started surfing some of the Harry Potter sites and was often amused at the spread of rumours about all things Harry Potter. She would have loved to have signed on and let people know what was really happening behind the scenes, but she knew that it would open a very large can of worms if she did, especially with fans who couldn’t distinguish between Emma herself and her Hermione persona.

Some of the fans were very enthusiastic and loyal, but a few immersed themselves into the Harry Potter world a little too far for Emma’s liking. She saw that some took on character’s names and personalities with a gusto bordering on obsessive, such as the young lady who used the name “Professor McGonagal” and wrote thousands of posts in everything from chat rooms about the plot of the forthcoming 7th HP book, to something called a “100 word Drabble challenge”, whatever the heck that was. Plus, Emma didn’t always like what she saw on the internet. Only last week, she stumbled across an on-line video game where the nice Harry Potter characters were being cursed to death by evil dark wizards. In one scene, she watched with distaste as a computerised Lily Potter was zapped by a green curse and then reanimated as a Zombie, only to be blasted and destroyed again. Emma thought this was gross and decided to limit her web surfing in future. But for now, she was too tired to surf anyhow. She lay down on her bed and dozed off almost immediately, her head swirling with thoughts bout Harry Potter fans and reanimated zombies.

Later that evening, Emma was woken by a scratching sound at her bedroom window. She woke with a start, and looked around tiredly, rubbing the confusion from her eyes. She was surprised to find that she was still fully dressed, but then quickly remembered that she had flaked out on her bed without changing. Emma looked over towards the window where the noise was coming from. A breeze had sprung up outside and a dead branch was dragging itself across the window like the clawed hands of an old crone. Maybe that’s what my own witches’ hands will look like in 80 years from now she thought to herself. She leaned over to the curtains to draw them closed and to her astonishment, could have sworn that she saw Daniel Radcliffe walking by in the street below. Quickly, she rushed downstairs and to her front door, thinking that her friend and fellow actor was paying her a late night visit. Emma poked her eye up to the peephole just in time to see Daniel walk straight by. She quickly opened the door, slipped outside and ran down the path to join him on the footpath.

“Daniel” she hissed in the loudest whisper possible, not wishing to wake anyone in the neighbourhood up. Several paces in front of her, the figure turned around.

“Hermione?” he said. “What are you doing here ?”.

“Very funny Dan. I was going to ask you the same” Emma replied.

“Who’s Dan ?” Harry responded, “And does McGonagal know that you’re away from Hogwarts too?”

“Hogwarts? What on earth are you talking about Dan ? I live here” she said, gesturing to the house behind her.

“10 Grimmauld Place ? Why on earth would your parents buy next door to the Order of the Phoenix and just when did this happen?” Harry asked, the puzzlement evident in his voice.

“Are you OK Dan?” Emma said, not quite knowing what was going on. She was starting to feel genuine concern for her friend though.

“Sure, I just had to pop out and get Mad Eye some Haagen Daz” he said, gesturing to the icecream cone in his left hand. “He usually tries to conjure it himself, but it just doesn’t taste the same. Look, we’d better go inside before we both get into trouble.” And with that, Harry closed his eyes in concentration. Before an astonished Emma Watson, a house suddenly appeared before them, with a battered old number 12 hanging from the front door. This was too much. Emma stood there shaking her head until Harry grabbed her by the arm and led her inside.

“Shhhhh,” Harry hissed as they tiptoed through the entrance”.

“What and I suppose that some portrait is going to start screaming at us like in the movie” Emma said with her hands on her hips.

“FILTH ! INTRUDERS ! How dare a dirty mudblood desecrates our noble home” shrieked the now awake portrait of Sirius Black’s mother.

“Come on!” yelled Harry over the din, as he pulled a startled Emma away from the screaming portrait and down the hall, towards the large dining area.

Remus Lupin appeared at the dining room door as the duo scampered into relative safety and comfort. “Ha! Been causing trouble again you two ?” Lupin said with a grin. “Go on now, I’ll see to dear old Mrs Black.”

Harry and Emma looked around and found several other guests of the Order in the dining room. Mad Eye was there with Arthur Weasley, conferring in whispered tones. Tonks was there too, but her concentration was on the retreating form of Lupin and she only gave a most cursory nod at Harry and Emma. In the far corner of the long dining table, Mugdungus Fletcher sat alone, suspiciously eyeing off the silverware.

“Hello Harry and Hermione” beamed Mr Weasley. “We were expecting you Harry, but I didn’t know that you were skipping school too Hermione. That’s not like you at all”.

“This isn’t funny anymore guys.” replied Emma. “I’ve had a long day and I’m tired. I don’t know how you made the house appear and yes, it was very clever, but I have to be up early for a film shoot tomorrow”.

“Shooting ? Are you talking about shooting with one of those muggle gums then, are you ?” asked Arthur Weasley rather excitedly. “Interesting concept for a weapon, but of course, any wizard worth their weight in dragon droppings would be able to turn one of those bullocks they shoot into a harmless flower with a flick of the wand.”

They were suddenly interrupted by Mad Eye Moody’s loud swearing. He had dropped a marble off the dining table and bent over awkwardly to pick it up. Recovering quickly, he placed it with the other two marbles on the table.

“Mad Eye’s finally worn out his original glass eye” cackled Mung “and he has to replace it with one of those three glass marbles. Which one do you like best ?”

To Emma’s horror, Mad Eye popped out the brilliant blue eye from his empty socket and tried placing one of the green cat’s eye marbles in it place. It whirred around at high speed before squarely focussing on Emma’s stunned face.

“Damn thing” growled Moody “Everything’s green when I look through this one. That’s fine if you’re a stinkin’ Irish quidditch fan but it’s not very bloody good for killing Death Eaters now, is it?”

“Ummmm” was all that Emma could get out of her constricted throat before Mrs Weasley joined the group, Lupin in tow behind her. Molly had cooked a fine dinner and was magically floating it over to the long dining table from the kitchen.

“What’s on the menu tonight love?” asked a ravenous looking Mungdungus.

“Roast Chicken!” beamed a proud Mrs Weasley, who directed the cooked bird onto the table in pride of place.

Emma Watson looked sickly at the bird. “I thought chickens were only supposed to have two legs” she said, looking at a bird which clearly looked more like an octopus that a bird.

“No way, I thought Chickens had four legs!” exclaimed Tonks, who had snuggled up close next to Lupin on the other side of the table. “But whenever Molly here cooks, she always makes sure that there are enough drumsticks to go around. How many tonight Molly?

“Eight dear, it’s just a minor charm you know. It doesn’t take much practice, so if you want to learn a bit more about working around the kitchen, I’d be happy to show you.” replied Molly sweetly. Tonks blushed furiously as Lupin gave her a friendly elbow in the ribs.

Dammit !” exclaimed Mad Eye, who was trying out another of the marbles for his vacant eye socket. “Here lad, give ’em to me” he said as he rudely snatched Harry’s glasses off his face and tried to peer through the lens to see if that improved his vision.

“Hey, give them back, you’ll stretch the frames” Harry exclaimed, reaching out and reclaiming his property from straight off Mad Eye’s face.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go” said a pale looking Emma Watson. She stood up and bolted for the door, leaving several puzzled wizards in her wake. Emma raced down the hallway, past the evil looking painting of Mrs Black and out of the door. She stopped at the front gate and turned back, just in time to see the house at number 12 magically shrink and disappear from view. Shaking her head, Emma made her way back inside her own house, tip toed up the stairs and fell into her bed in shock. She looked around her bed and sought solace from her stuffed toys. Her childhood teddy bears, puppies and her favourite stuffed monkey all stared back at her silently.

“I must be going mad” she said out loud to the toys.

“I would probably agree with that” said her toy monkey in response. And Emma fainted.

The next morning, Emma woke up and rationalized that she must have been dreaming. The toy monkey and the other stuffed animals merely stared ahead in stoic silence. Over breakfast, she didn’t tell her parents about her late night adventure and decided to keep the tale from her co-stars when she arrived on set.

The morning was filled with schoolwork as usual and Emma struggled not to keep looking sideways over to Daniel. They eventually broke for lunch before recommencing the film shooting in the afternoon. As Dan and Emma headed towards the cafeteria, Dan turned and said “What are you having today Emma?”

“Oh thank goodness” she replied, turning and hugging Dan with relief. “I thought I was going mad for a while there”.

“No problem” he replied, opening a lunchbox from his packpack. “If you want, I’ll share my chicken legs with you. There are still plenty left over from last night’s dinner at Grimmauld Place.”

And Emma fainted again.

Durro
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