Potter Meets Pikachu
Harry Potter walked down the corridors of Hogwarts. He was heading to another detention with his potion's master, Professor Snape. Well, he wasn't really heading there much. He intended to skip it. He was already few minutes late. Snape was looking for him right now no doubt.
Harry turned the corner and was shocked by what he saw. A yellow… mouse? Could you even call it a mouse? It had a lightning bolt shape to it's tail, red cheeks, four little legs. It was kind of cute actually. Harry didn't like it though. It reminded him of his scar.
"Pika," the creature said.
"What the fuck…" Harry muttered.
Harry just looked at it. Was this some kind of joke? Was it perhaps a product of the Weasley twins? No, no, it couldn't be, the twins quit school last year. No, this was something else. Something, that…
"Pika! Pika!"
Something that Harry clearly found annoying! 'Pika'? What did that mean? Harry contemplated this for a moment. In the end, he decided this thing was definitely on the side of the Dark. He couldn't let it survive. It was a threat to the safety of wizards. Did Dumbledore even know of this?
"Pika, pika!" the creature said again.
It jumped at Harry. He pulled his wand out swiftly. This mouse was going down.
"Pika… pi? Pikachu!" The creature said again. It stopped in it's tracks. What was the boy going to do with that stick?
"Pika?"
That stupid mouse had gotten on Harry's last nerve now. He pointed his wand at the creature's head.
"Silenco!" Harry yelled.
The mouse opened and closed it's mouth. No sound was coming out. The red cheeks turned scarlet and the mouse's eyes had grown big. The next thing Harry knew, he was on the floor twitching. Electricity hurt! He wasn't going to play nice anymore. It was time to really take action.
"Stupefy!" Harry said this time.
The spell was meant to merely stun the little mouse. Apparently, the spell didn't work that way on annoying little mice though. Harry covered his eyes. Blood, organs, arms and legs flew everywhere. Pikachu was gone.
Harry hoped no one was nearby. He'd need a quick cleaning spell for this. Harry Potter was definitely not a lucky boy though. Being destined for the worst in his life, someone washeading down the hallway at the time. This someone was none other than his greasy haired Professor Snape. Snape arrived just in time to receive a full blow to his body from the Pikachu guts.
"Detention, Potter!" He yelled.
"I guess that'll be two now then, Professor?" Harry asked innocently.
"No, Potter, I think I'll make it be a month's worth." growled Snape.
"What is that? Three weeks for the fact you'll have to actually have to wash your hair now?" Harry couldn't stop the laughter coming out of his mouth.
"Make that two months, Potter. Fifty points from Gryffindor as well. I don't want to know what you were doing here in the first place."
"Giant yellow mouse exploded…" Harry said as if it happened everyday.
"Maybe a trip to St. Mungo's would be more appropriate…" Snape mumbled as he left.
"Wait… Professor, would you like me to get you some shampoo?" Harry grinned and ran off before Snape could punish him any more. He'd leave the mess for Filch.
