- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- Riddikulus
- Ships:
- Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
- Characters:
- Harry Potter
- Genres:
- Humor Action
- Era:
- The Harry Potter at Hogwarts Years
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone
- Stats:
-
Published: 06/16/2006Updated: 08/29/2006Words: 8,732Chapters: 10Hits: 4,392
Harry Potter and the Kidney Stone
Spider-Bat
- Story Summary:
- A hilarious spoof from the first Harry Potter book. Harry is retarded, Ron likes dancing, and Hermione... well she's Hermione. The prequel to Harry Potter and the Half-Witted Prince.
Chapter 05 - Hide and Go Seeker
- Chapter Summary:
- Harry is appointed Seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
- Posted:
- 06/28/2006
- Hits:
- 350
- Author's Note:
- Hello everyone. After the amazing success of the first 4 chapters of this fic, I've decided to submit the rest of it. This however, is not the rest of it. I'm still working on that part.
[Scene 8: Hide and Go Seeker]
Madam Hawk: Hello and welcome to your first flying lesson! I will to teach you how to fly! First, place your hand above your broomstick and say "Up!"
HP: (raises hand) Can't we just pick it up?
Madam Hawk: Yeah, but this is so much cooler!
HP: Up! (broom snaps into hand) Hey, you're right!
RW: (dancing)
Madam Hawk: Excuse me, Mr. Weasley! Aren't you going to get your broom?
RW: I'm sorry, Madam Hawk. The word "stick" makes me want to dance!
Madam Hawk: Hey, me too! (dances)
NB: Hey! Look at me! I can fly! Oh my god! I'm so high! My hands are getting sweaty! I'm falling! Ahh! (falls to ground)
Madam Hawk: Oh dear! You broke your wrist! Come on. (leaves)
DM: Ha, ha! That was funny! Fatty made a funny! Hey look! Something valuable!
HP: Hey! Drano! Give that to me! I like valuable things!
DM: For the last time... it's Draco! And I think I might throw this really far away so it can break!
HP: How dare you!
DM: Did I mention I used to be quarterback in the NFL?
HP: No!
DM: (throws ball two feet) Well, I played for the Lions.
HP: I hope I can get it! (takes 3 minutes to get ball) YES! I DID IT! WOO!
MM: Harry Potter! Please come with me!
RW: Ooo! Busted!
HP: Shut up, Ron! At least I can magically pick up my broom!
RW: Oh yeah? Look! Up! (broom whacks in crotch)
Int. McGonagall's Office
MM: Harry, I want to make you the Gryffindork seeker!
HP: Really? What's that?
MM: How about the Quidditch team captain Ollie Wood tell you?
HP: I don't care who tells me I just wanna know what it is!
Ext. Quidditch Field
OW: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. You gotta get the big ball into those little holes suspended above legs over there while riding a stick!
HP: Hang on... when did we go from a sport to Sex Ed?
OW: Now, the people throwing the balls around are the Chasers. The people whacking the balls with bats are Beaters. And you are a Seeker. You have to find this little tiny ball and catch it. Understand?
HP: ... hey did you know you're initials spell "ow"?
Ext. Hogwarts
RW: Wow, Harry! You must be the youngest Seeker in a century!
HP: Wow! That's like 10 years!
RW: Yeah! Let's dance! (dances)
HP: Let's dance into the school!
Int. Hogwarts
RW: Hey, let's dance into that corridor we're not allowed in!
HP: Okay! (dances off screen)
HG: Hey... wait a second...
Int. 3rd Floor
RW: (stops dancing)
HP: Gee Ron, why'd you stop dancing?
RW: Something tells me we're not supposed to be here.
HP: Would it be that sign that says "Students aren't supposed to be here?"
RW: That would be it.
HG: Guys, this is the Third Floor!
HP: (with sign behind him that says "Third Floor") No way!
RW: Harry, I'm scared! I here the janitor coming!
HP: Let's go hide in this room!
(all pile into room, camera stays outside)
RW: Say Hermione... you got your hand pretty close to my uh... (coughs)
HG: I'm over here, Ronald.
RW: Then who's got their hand down my--
HP: Sorry Ron, but Hermione's the one touching my bum.
HG: Harry you're the one touching my bum. Why's your hand so wet?
HP: Why's yours?
RW: Hey guys, this place has got really fuzzy walls!
(loud barking and screaming, children emerge from room and run away)
Int. Dorm
RW: What was that thing?
HP: Looked like one'a dem aliens!
RW: Really? Looked like a giant dog to me.
HP: Yeah! I giant dog from outer space!
HG: You idiots! It's a guard dog!
RW: What makes you say that?
HG: It was guarding a huge door!
RW: Oh.
HP: Well I'm tired. Goodnight. (sleeps)
RW: Harry, it's like two in the afternoon.
HP: (continues sleeping)
If you don't have anything nice to say, go home.