The Clash of the Clouds: Part 2

Anakin and Yoda had lost track of Seamus by now, and they soon found themselves back and the Entrance Hall.

"Master, we've lost him!" exclaimed Anakin.

"Quick to judge, you are, Skywalker," Yoda replied. "But the Force can help you to unravel this mystery."

Anakin smiled.

"Yes, Master. The Force will guide me to him!" he declared. "Wait for me here, Master Yoda, and I will return his the head of that Sith lord in my hand."

"Very well, my young apprentice," replied the Jedi Master.

Anakin ignited his lightsaber and took off toward Gryffindor tower.

Yoda sniffed the air.

"Is that quiche I smell?" he wondered, his nose guiding him toward the Great Hall, were supper was underway. The little green man disappeared into the Great Hall just as Harry and Gandalf appeared in his wake.

"Where'd they go?" Harry asked the empty room.

Then he whipped out the Marauder's Map, hoping that it would be able to locate the two new ones who were not of this world. He saw he and Gandalf standing in the entrance hall.

Good, he thought. It will locate them.

He scanned the map until he spotted a dot labeled Anakin Skywalker moving quite fast toward Gryffindor Tower.

"Oh no!" Harry said aloud. "I have to stop him!"

"Who?" said Gandalf.

"No time," said Harry. "I know a short cut but you'll have to wait here."

Harry took off out of the Entrance Hall to stop Anakin, leaving Gandalf stranded behind.

"G-gerbil skins!" Seamus practically screamed the password at the Fat Lady.

She looked at him quizzically, but swung open nevertheless, and closed right behind him. Once inside, he tripped and fell to the floor, right at Ginny Weasley's feet. He looked up into her startled face.

"Please, Ginny!" he whimpered. "You have to save me! He's going to kill me!"

"What the hell are you going on about?"

Seamus didn't answer. Both of them heard the Fat Lady scream out in the corridor.

"What are you doing?" she cried. "No, you cannot enter! Do not harm me! AAHHH!
A blue shimmering blade appeared, cutting through the Fat Lady's portrait. It sliced the large portrait in two, the top half falling to the floor. They saw that the Fat Lady had fled in fear. Anakin Skywalker jumped over the remains of the picture and approached Seamus with fire in his eyes.

"Time to die, Sith lord!" he hissed.

Ginny whipped out her wand and bellowed, "Expelliarmus!"

Anakin's lightsaber flew from his hand and clattered to the floor across the room. He glared at her.

"So," he said coldly, you are a Sith lord too! Well, I guess I'll have to take you out as well."

He held out his hand and Ginny's wand flew out of her hand and into his grasp. He broke the small piece of wood like a toothpick, and threw the remnants across the room. Then, he magically summoned his lightsaber back to him and ignited it.

"Time to die!" he hissed, and raised it above his head.

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

The voice came from the shattered remains of the portrait, and Anakin turned to meet it just as his lightsaber flew from his hand once again. Harry appeared in the room, his wand pointed straight at Anakin.

"What is it with you people?" he scoffed.

Harry marched up to him, fire in his eye.

"You've overstayed your welcome here, soap scum," he said.

"What are you doing here?" Anakin snapped.

"Getting rid of you once and for all," Harry replied, his wand just inches from Anakin's face. "I was okay with you cutting off Seamus's hand, and destroying half of Hogwarts with that stupid lightsaber thingy of yours. Even your reducing Professor Squigley to nothing but a torso didn't bother me all that much. But when you mess with Ginny Weasley, you mess with me!"

"Yeah?" said Anakin. "What makes you so tough?"

"Well, I-"

Someone screamed just outside the window and all three of them turned to see that Seamus had apparently jumped out of the top of Gryffindor Tower and was freefalling toward the ground.

"Anyway," said Harry, turning back to Anakin. "I'm the most powerful wizard in this room..."

"You're the only wizard in this room," Ginny pointed out.

"Shut up," he hissed. "As I was saying, you cannot beat me, Skywalker, and I'm gonna take you out."

"Wanna bet?" Anakin questioned, before summoning his lightsaber back into his hand and holding it to Harry's neck.

"Back off!" he snapped, taking a step back and holding his wand tight.

This was the scene, a wizard and a Jedi, wand against lightsaber, with a red-haired girl watching the scene, when the others walked in. Ron, Hermione, Parvati, Lavender, Dean, Neville and Colin walked in through the portrait hole. They all stopped short when they saw the scene before them, their mouths agape.

"Alright," said Dean. "What'd we miss?"

Neither of them answered, but instead they raised they're weapons above their heads, glaring at each other with the utmost loathing. They were just about to attack when suddenly, all the lights in the Common Room were extinguished, and they were replaced by a single spotlight that illuminated a small circle around the area where Harry and Anakin were about to duel. Then, a deep, disembodied voice rang out of nowhere, making everyone look about wildly.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the voice said with and echo. "Welcome to Fantasy/ Science Fiction Wrestling! And now introducing Referee Mills-Lane!"

Suddenly, a bald man wearing a black and white striped shirt appeared in the spotlight between Harry and Anakin. He had a stern expression on his face and was holding a microphone, a device only Harry and Hermione recognized.

"Hello everyone!" he said to the room. "Yes, I'm Referee Mills-Lane, and I will be the official for tonight's match..."

"Where'd he come from?" Ron whispered to Hermione.

She merely shrugged her shoulders, although she was quite amused at the whole scenario.

"Tonight's match is a clash between the worlds of Star Wars and Harry Potter," Mills-Lane continued. "In this corner, weighing in at a hundred and fifty pounds, he's the universe's most powerful Jedi whose about to become Darth Vader and take over the galaxy, ANAKIN SKYWALKER!"

The small crowd had gathered around and was cheering as the spotlight centered on a confused Anakin. Of course, he loved fame and so he quickly began smiling and waving to them all.

"Damn, he's cute." Lavender said to Parvati

"Hey, he's mine!" she snapped.

"Really?" said Lavender. "Is that so? Well I think that he'd find me a lot sexier than you, you old bitch!"

"Why I oughta-"

"SSSSHHHH!" said several people around them.

Mills-Lane then turned and pointed at Harry.

"And in this corner, one hundred-thirty pounds of pure, unadulterated wizard; he's escaped Voldemort four times, he's slain the basilisk, he's rode a broomstick, he's HARRY POTTER!"

Harry quickly jumped up and followed Anakin's example by smiling and waving to the crowd. They all cheered much louder this time, which made Harry smirk and Anakin sneer much like Professor Snape. Ginny was especially enthusiastic and whistled at Harry.

"Now," Mills-Lane went on. "This is strictly a boxing match. No supernatural weapons in this arena. So, would the guards please confiscate their weapons!"

"What guards?" was the question on everyone's faces, when two large men in leather jackets and sunglasses seemed to just materialize as the referee had done. They took Anakin's lightsaber and Harry's wand and disappeared. Both Harry and Anakin looked a bit worried when their weapons were taken, but they weren't going to let their enemy see that. The guards returned with a pair of red boxing gloves for both of them.

"What are we supposed to do with these?" Anakin asked.

"Put them on you hands you idiot!" said Mills-Lane.

"Oh," Anakin said.

He and Harry both put theirs on and glared at each other.

"I can take you down with one hand tied behind my back!" Anakin laughed.

Suddenly, he felt his arm wrenched behind his back and turned to see Ron with his wand pointed at the Jedi and a smirk on his face.

"It was a metaphor!" snapped Anakin, and Ron reluctantly released him.

"Oh yeah?" said Harry. "Well let's see what you've got, pony-tail boy!"

"Hold on there boys," Mills-Lane said. "Save it for the match. Alright now. I want a nice clean fight. Nothing below the belt. Three rounds, first man down loses."

Mills-Lane stepped back, and somewhere in the background a bell sounded, and Harry and Anakin launched themselves at each other. Loud cheers rang from the small crowd as the two beat the crap out of each other with their boxing gloves. Meanwhile, the audience was steadily growing as other Gryffindors returned from supper and viewed the spectacle. It soon got ugly as fists flew back and forth in a pretty even match-up. After a few minutes, the bell sounded again to end the round, and the two boxers returned to the corners.

"Good job so far mate," Ron, who was suddenly dressed like Everton McEwan, told Harry as he handed him a towel.

Harry sat down in an armchair and wiped the sweat from his face with the towel.

"You just need to loosen up a bit," Ron advised, massaging his contestant's shoulders. "Give that technological bastard what's coming to him."

"Yeah," said Harry, standing and taking a swig of water from the thermos Ron had transfigured from the towel.

The bell dinged again, and Harry walked slowly back into the arena.

"Go get 'em Harry!" said Ron.

By now, the noise in Gryffindor Tower had attracted quite a large crowd, which included students from other houses as well as a few ghosts that had gotten bored. No one even noticed the nosy cat with staring yellow eyes watching from the corner.

"Round 2!" shouted Mills-Lane and Harry and Anakin began again.

Anakin seemed much more vicious this round, as he was giving Harry a run for his money. The fight was quickly becoming dangerous, as both had bruises and cuts, and more than one piece of furniture was broken. By the end of the second round, it appeared as though Anakin was ahead of the game.

Harry huffed back to his corner where Ron was waiting.

"You're losin' it out there, mate!" Ron sighed. "Come on, you don't want that jerk to win, do you?"

"No," Harry breathed. "But I'm trying my hardest."

"Well, you've got to try just a bit harder," his friend said as the bell tolled for the final round.

"You can do it Harry!" Ron called, and then whispered to himself, "He's a gonner."

"Round 3! Final round!" Mills-Lane said.

And so the brawl began once again. The crowd, which was growing ever larger, was going crazy with excitement. Now it seemed as though the entire school was there, cheering their contestant on to victory. However, even with all the other noise, Ginny managed to make herself heard.

"Whooo! Go Harry!" she called.

He glanced at her in time to see her yell, "I love you!"

A wide grin spread across his face as relief flooded his entire body.

"I love you t-"

POW!

The force of Anakin's punch hit Harry so hard that he went stumbling backwards, tripping over the armchair and crashing to the floor.

MMEEOOOOWWW!

And apparently he had landed right on top of Mrs. Norris. The old cat whined in pain, but seeing that she was kind of flattened out, Harry could see why.

Coincidently, at that exact moment, Argus Filch appeared in the room with a furious look on his face. The noise had apparently caught his attention as well.

"What's going on here?" he demanded, pushing through the crowd. "Out a my way, out a my way. Potter! What the-"

Suddenly, a chair came flying out of nowhere and hit Filch in the head, knocking him out.

"Both the master and the apprentice have fallen," Neville sniggered.

And so the fight continued. This round was clearly the roughest of all, and went on for the longest time.

"And there goes Potter with a nice uppercut, but, OH! An nice left hook by Skywalker in return," Mills-Lane commentated.

Then, in a swish of black robes, Professor Snape sneered into the room and glared at them all in shock.

"POTTER!" he roared, though his voice was barely audible over the noise in the room.

He was about to whip out his wand and break up the fight, but Ron suddenly jumped on top of him, hexing Snape's black hair and robes so that they turned bright pink.

"ARRGHH!" Snape cried out, almost painfully. "I--HATE--PINK!"

He fled out of the Common Room in horror, tripping and falling down the stairs out of Gryffindor tower. Ron was smirking.

"I may get a month of detention," he said. "But I've always wanted to do that!"

It went on for nearly ten minutes before Harry finally took one last desperate punch and nailed Anakin the face. The Jedi stumbled backwards and crashed to the floor. Harry weakly put his foot on top of him, and Mills-Lane hurried over.

"One-Two-Three! You're outta there, Skywalker!" he said, and held Harry's arm up in the air. "And the winner is Potter!"

The crowd exploded with cheering, and Ginny was almost hoarse with rooting for her love. Mills-Lane led Harry over to Ginny and joined their hands.

"Potter, for winning this match you get the girl of your dreams, Ginny Weasley!"

The couple grinned at each other and Harry swept her up in his arms. They shared a long passionate kiss and Harry suddenly felt as though all of his injuries had been healed. Love could heal a thousand wounds, someone once said.

When they broke apart, Ginny had a mischievous glint in her eye that Harry knew the meaning of. He smirked and he carried her up to his dormitory, putting locking and silencing charms on the door, and, well, you can guess the rest.

Back down in the Common Room, everyone was silent.

"Well," said Ron. "How about firewhiskey all around?"

There were a couple of light Okay's around the room and a slight applause...

While all this was occurring, back down in the Entrance Hall Gandalf was waiting mindlessly, pondering trivial things such as the color of the eyes of the man in the nearby picture and just how many licks it did take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. He was just about to give up on ever getting back to Middle-Earth, when he turned to come face to face with a familiar one.

"Albus?" he said uncertainly. "Albus Dumbledore?"

"Gandalf the Gray!" smiled Dumbledore. "Oxford University, Class of 1934?"

"Yes, that's me!" Gandalf cried as the two old college friends hugged.

"So how's everything in Middle-Earth?" Dumbledore asked as they walked towards a corridor that branched off of the Entrance Hall.

"Oh, you know, typical," replied Gandalf. "The Dark Lord Sauron in threatening to take over the world with that ring of his. How about you?"

"Same problems with Voldemort," said Dumbledore. "Do you remember when we were in high school and those two would always cause trouble?"

"Yep," said Gandalf. "Voldemort would turn into a snake and chase freshmen into corners where Sauron would decapitate them with a mace."

"Yeah, the good ol' days," said Dumbledore.

Suddenly something small and green bumped into them. The two taller men looked down and saw the creature holding a bowl of quiche; he had apparently come from the Great Hall.

"Yoda?" said Dumbledore.

"Albus? Gandalf?" croaked the small creature. "Well, long time no see!"

"Indeed," agreed Gandalf.

"Come along now, Yoda, we'll go to my office and have a cup of tea," said Dumbledore. "We'll catch up on the times and then get you two back to your own worlds."

"Sounds great!" both Yoda and Gandalf exclaimed.

The three old friends moseyed down the corridor toward Dumbledore's office, chatting idly all the way.

Outside the castle next to the lake, an old farmhouse landed with a thud on the grass. The giant squid snorted in protest to the noise that had disturbed its slumber. A moment later, the old, worn door opened and a young red-haired girl holding a small fury dog stepped out. She looked around with wide eyes at the landscape.

"Oh Toto," she said. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore..."

THE END?