Happy Thanksgiving!

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Harry: Snape...Is...My...DADDY! WAAA!!!! IT'S DAFT INVADER ALL OVER AGAIN! 

Snape: Don't you mean 'Dath vader'?

Harry: No, Daft invader claims he's Lucy's father 

Snape: Don't you mean Luke?

Harry: OH MY GOD SNAPE YOU KNOW ABOUT MUGGLES! *Points dramatically at Snape* 

Snape: I don't know about muggles, anyway I was joking. How could I produce something as ugly as you?

Harry: YOU DID NOT GO THERE, GIRLFRIEND! 

Snape: I went there!, Ta-ta Potter, I must deliever this chicken pie to the great hall *Leaves* 

Harry: He...Called...Me...Ugly...I NEED HELP! 

Fred: Hullo Harry! 

George: We were just passing by when we heard that you - 

Fred: Needed help! 

Fred/George: How can we help?

Harry: Bother Snape? 

George: Right, Fred...TOO THE CUPBOARD WHICH IS FULL OF THINGS TO ANNOY SNAPE! 

*Later in the great hall* 

Dumbledore: Ah Severus! You did the right thing in handing over the pie! 

Snape: *Hands pie over begrudgingly* Er yes... *Sits down at table* 

Trelawney: NO! SEVERUS IS THE THIRTEENTH TO SIT AT THIS TABLE! THE FIRST ONE OF US TO GET UP IS DOOMED!  

Lockhart: Oh nice! 

Dumbledore: Oi! Lockhart! What are you doing here?! I didn't invite you to the Dumbledore cool club! 

Snape: *Mutters* This is thanksgiving...

Lockhart: I'm famous! I'm Gilderoy Lockhart! 

*Crickets* 

Snape: Who?

Dumbledore: Is that a pie flavour? And does it come with ice cream? 

Trelawney: Or alcohol? *hic!* 

Snape: I must depart this table in order to fetch my daily prophet 

Dumbledore: OH MY GOD SEVYKINS! YOU ARE MARRIED TO ME NOT THE PROPHET! 

Snape: HEY! I AM NOT - 

Dumbledore: Language Sevykins, ickle children read our conversations 

Snape: Grr...Stupid children...

Lucy: Oh thanks dad... -___- 

Snape: Anyway, I must go fetch the prophet *gets up* 

Fred/George/Harry: *Charge in and chuck pies at Snape* 

Harry: BOO-YA! RIGHT IN THE NOSE! 

Fred: WELL YOU CAN'T MISS IT! 

George: OWNED! 

Trelawney: Nobody listened to me when I said the first to get up is doomed...

Dumbledore: Nobody belives you because your drunk 

Trelawney: YOU HIRED ME! 

THE END 8D 

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