When Harry met Wednesday

Chapter 21: Bonus Chapter

Warning: The first scene is loving, erotic, or horrifying, depending on which character's point of view you consider.

Author's Note: While battling with the fearsome writers block, the bane of authors everywhere, I wrote several bonus scenes to keep the beast from overwhelming me. This chapter is composed entirely of said bonus scenes. Worry not, I have since felled the foul creature, and shall be posting a real chapter within minutes of posting this one. Feel free to skip this chapter entirely if you're only interested in the main story.

Let me know what you think of this bonus chapter. If it goes over well, I might slowly build up another collection of bonuses as I write the main story, and post them in a single chapter like this one instead of at the end of a regular chapter. Feel free to send me ideas for other bonus scenes as well. No promises that I'll use your suggestion, but your chances are good considering the scenes don't have to be part of the main story's canon.

Enough chit-chat, on with the show:

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Chapter 21
BONUS CHAPTER

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Hannah needs brain-bleach.

NOT part of the main stories canon.

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It didn't happen often, but on occasion Hannah was paired with Pansy Parkinson for their prefect rounds. It was just after curfew, and by mutual agreement, they patrolled separately but within earshot. While Pansy searched the far end of the seventh floor, Hannah headed the other way through the normally doorless corridor; however, this time there was a rough wooden door with rusty and pitted ironwork. The door was slightly ajar, and Hannah could hear voices coming from the other side.

Hannah really didn't like catching and punishing other students, but she wasn't about to shirk her duties either. Reluctantly, she pushed the door open to see who was using the Room of Requirement after hours. With any luck, they would be doing something like practicing wandwork, and she could let them off with a warning about paying closer attention to the time.

After closing the door behind her, Hannah realized that the room had been created to mimic an actual dungeon. She found herself in a stone passageway, that was lined with jail cells. Through the rusty iron bars, she could see conjured skeletal remains of fake prisoners. She was pretty sure they were fake, but she was still creeped out by the whole situation. Who would want the room to be like this, and for the love of Merlin, why?

The voices she had heard earlier, were now coming from the end of the passage. Hannah could see the flicker of torchlight coming from what presumably was a larger room. She walked toward the voices as quietly as she could, nervously fingering her wand as the creepy setting played tricks with her mind. Peeking around the corner, Hannah froze. The scene before her was so far out of her comfort zone, that she couldn't process it, and simply stood there, eyes widening as she took everything in.

In the center of the room, stood a naked man. His arms were stretched out above his head, and chained to rings that were bolted to the top of wooden posts that were on either side of him. His legs were forcibly held apart and secured by a three foot iron bar that was attached to each of his ankles. Hannah's eyes barely took in the scrawny form of the bound wizard, being drawn to the very prominent proof that this was indeed a man. Blushing hotly, she forced herself to look up, and was thankful that the wizards eyes were covered with a dark blindfold, he couldn't see that she had been staring at his... That line of thought had her focusing on the other parts of him, especially the unruly head of hair that clearly identified him.